CH 22

The boy’s nose became bruised and his face was swollen, filled with snot and tears mixed together, yet he didn’t dare to refute a single word. He immediately knocked his head on the ground three more times nervously.

All the people around carried an expression as if this situation was unrelated to them, no longer looking as if they were in joint opposition in face of a common enemy. Only the boy’s mother leaped forward, hugging onto his body, her voice trembling: “How could you treat a child like this?”

Shen Wanqing did not buy her act: “I don’t quite understand what you mean, are you queuing up to kowtow1 as well?”

“You!” The woman suddenly raised her head and stared at Shen Wanqing firmly.

“I understand.” Shen Wanqing took a step back, giving her more space. She raised her head to signal, “Please kowtow, take your time, I’m not in a rush.”

The woman was stunned for a while, turned her head to look at Xie Wuyan who was standing next to Shen Wanqing, and bit her lower lip. After a long time, she trembled and knocked her head down on the floor very slowly.

Shen Wanqing raised her head and glanced around. Everyone who met her gaze lowered their heads in unison, a frightened expression covered all over their faces. There were even some elderly women who started crying out, “Our village is about to be destroyed today.”

…They made it seem like she was a villainess.

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“Mseyu usw yal dsv jdllzkdt vs xl, cwv jdllzkdt qsa uswa sod nsdpnkldnl. Zswa zkhlp yal zkhlp, ulv vbl nwzvkhyvsap’ zkhlp yald’v zkhlp?” Fbld Eydikdt rynle yaswde, zssjkdt zkjl y vlynbla, “Psd’v vbkdj vbyv fwpv clnywpl usw yal y nsxxsdla vbyv usw nyd alzu sd vbl cldlhszldnl sq svblap yp y plnwal cynjkdt, yzvbswtb dso usw yal blal pkdnlalzu…”

“Eydikdt.”

Ji Feichen put down Zeng Ziyun who was still in a coma, and held the wounded Feng Yaoqing in his arms, walking towards them. He turned his head and looked at the extremely obedient villagers, momentarily, he didn’t know how to react : “You are…”

“I…” Shen Wanqing held her head and looked up at Xie Wuyan who was not too far away.

Xie Wuyan’s gaze was steady and unmoving, he simply put the sword back into his sheath.

Instantly, the people around him breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Wanqing explained: “They are repenting.”

“Repenting?” Alas, Ji Feichen was not a fool, “How come suddenly–”

“I convinced them with virtue.” Shen Wanqing lied without even blinking.

Ji Feichen didn’t say a word, just passing over a look of disbelief.

Alright then.

In fact, after Shen Wanqing couldn’t bear it any longer, she decided to use force to intimidate them. She placed her hands on her hips and said that if they continued to pester them endlessly, she would tell Xie Wuyan to pull out their tongues.

Xie Wuyan: “?”

Why am I the one pulling?

Shen Wanqing was very well-trained at taking advantage of someone else’s power to throw her authority around.

Although he could guess that something was wrong, Ji Feichen didn’t expose her. Today’s incident left him exhausted both physically and mentally. Leaving these villagers alive purely was due to the two words “benevolence and righteousness” that had constantly taught him to restrain himself and return to the rites.

He glanced at Feng Yaoqing who was on her last breath in his arms, his eyes turning red. He gritted his teeth and said: “How many cultivators have you all killed and how many innocent people have you all hurt, if anything is to happen to her today, I will….”

“Cough, cough.” Feng Yaoqing coughed a few times, her whole body was covered in blood. She opened her eyes with great difficulty and glanced at the row of villagers kneeling to the side. She suddenly raised her hand to clasp Ji Feichen’s wrist, and shook her head : “These are people who lost their minds to the demon. Although they are hateful, they still have the opportunity to repent.”

She didn’t know why, but Shen Wanqing could see the holiness of the two shining gloriously.

Was it finally here? The main lead’s mouth cannon attacks that could purify one’s soul?

She listened for a while and started to feel a little sleepy, after all, this was the protagonist’s special stage. Not to mention, making a villainess stand beside them looking like she was walking on eggshells; it really did ruin the atmosphere. But then again, such a vicious villainess was here to show off the kindness of the protagonists, so she was making a good sacrifice for a happy ending.

Thus, Shen Wanqing, who had become moved by her own thoughts, walked away step by step towards the carriage, wanting to go and take a nap first.

However, as she turned her gaze, she found Xie Wuyan standing to the side, staring in the direction of Feng Yaoqing, his eyes mixed with emotion.

If she had to describe it, it would be–

His brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were exuding tenderness, almost like a gentleness that mimicked melting ice.

Shen Wanqing felt her heart drop a beat.

Ruined.

Probably after comparing Feng Yaoqing with herself, Xie Wuyan must have developed a strong affection for Feng Yaoqing, a person who was still willing to uphold her kindness even after getting hurt.

But Xie Wuyan didn’t know what Shen Wanqing was making up in her brain.

He was simply thinking about whether these cultivators had some problems with their brains.

At this moment, he was caught off guard by Shen Wanqing who had plopped into his arms.

Shen Wanqing stepped in front of Xie Wuyan to block his line of sight towards Feng Yaoqing and grabbed onto his robe. Her eyes were bright and her voice was crisp: “Big Brother Xie, can you accompany me back to the carriage and rest?”

Xie Wuyan: “…?”

As Shen Wanqing said this, she pouted her mouth like a little girl and began to act cute: “The carriage is so far away, and the lights went out. I just saw such a terrifying Mountain Demon, I am…I am very scared.”

Xie Wuyan could now be sure that these mortal cultivators had indeed hurt their brains from cultivating.

He was silent for a while, and then asked: “Why are you acting?”

“…”What’s the meaning of this? Couldn’t she be a cute girl?

Shen Wanqing also had a temper.

She put her hands on her hips, turned around angrily, and walked in the direction of the carriage alone.

“Brother Xie.”

Finally, Ji Feichen, who had been busy exuding his holy light, found some time to make a request: “You first bring Wanqing and Xiao Yun back to the carriage, we will come right after.”

Xie Wuyan agreed, and then glanced at Zeng Ziyun, who had not yet awakened and was leaning against the tree. He then glanced at Shen Wanqing, who had already left quite a distance.

He pondered for a moment, walked to Zeng Ziyun’s side, and stretched out his hand to pinch her wrist.

Spiritual energy surged through.

“Oh!”

Zeng Ziyun opened her eyes abruptly, and she leaned forward, panting heavily.

Xie Wuyan let go of her hand, getting ready to stand up: “Let’s go.”

“Wait!” Zeng Ziyun called out to him, lowering her head, her cheeks blushing slightly, “Big Brother Xie, I, my legs are weak…”

Xie Wuyan looked at her calmly and nodded: “Oh.”

Then he turned and left, leaving a cruel back.

Zeng Ziyun looked at the back of his figure, holding onto her chest, feeling her heart beat fast.

He didn’t hug her.

It must be because he didn’t want to ruin a young lady’s reputation!

What a considerate person!



Although she didn’t know if Ji Feichen and Feng Yaoqing’s words affected the villagers or not, they really did keep their promise and sent some doctors to the village to treat the old woman’s child as soon as they returned to the Xuantian Sect.

Feng Yaoqing was seriously injured and Ji Feichen guarded her almost every night without sleeping.

And without Zeng Ziyun, a strong female side character to get in between them, the relationship between the two progressed even faster, and the progress bar for her task also increased quickly.

Shen Wan was emotionally moved to tears.

However, the next day, the progress bar stopped abruptly and moved back a lot.

It wasn’t because the protagonists had quarrelled.

It was because Xie Wuyan had almost choked Zeng Ziyun to death last night.

[Villainess System:

Alert! Alert! Important female side character is about to die, which may lead to the collapse of the important plotlines at any moment. Please host, be more vigilant.]

If Zeng Ziyun died, the elder of Xuantian Sect would definitely not let it go easily. Also, if such a tragedy were to occur at the Xuantian Sect, it was likely to affect her main task of helping the protagonists. This would lead to the collapse of the plotline.

What’s more, Xie Wuyan would also reveal his identity as a result.

Then why had Xie Wuyan almost choked Zeng Ziyun to death?

The reason was very simple.

Zeng Ziyun expressed her love to him very enthusiastically. Every day at dawn, she would run into his yard and pester him to practice swords with her and send her handmade pastry cakes to him.

Her swordsmanship was terrible, and her cakes were difficult to swallow.

People like Xie Wuyan had very simple thoughts.

He found it troublesome to deal with people. If he didn’t like them, he would simply kill them.

After hearing this news, Shen Wanqing immediately held onto her pillow the next night and knocked on Xie Wuyan’s door, preparing to monitor him and not let him act rashly.

Xie Wuyan opened the door, looked at the pillow that had been wrapped inside the quilt and also the novels that had been stuffed inside. Shen Wanqing, who looked like she was going to camp here, fell into silence.

“I’m afraid of the dark,” Shen Wanqing lied without blushing, “So I am going to sleep with you.”

Xie Wuyan: “?”

Listen, are these the words of a human?

“Nothing to be shy about, I’ll just sleep on the floor.” Shen Wanqing went in underneath Xie Wuyan’s arm, laid the sheets on the floor proficiently, and then stuffed herself inside.

She even patted the pillow very generously, comforting: “Be more open-minded, we are all from the cultivation community, don’t be too constrained.”

Xie Wuyan: You are like a monster.



The author has something to say: Shen Wanqing: I’m acting haughty because of your love, acting haughty because of your love, acting haughty because of your love.

Xie Wuyan: What kind of thing are you? How can you be even more like a villain than me.



[Translator’s Note: The Mountain Demon arc is now complete as Christmas ends! Woo, time for our next journey!!!]