Chapter 27 Senior Brother, She is a Demon

On the other side

The demonic energy surged, a dark, oppressive aura overflowing from Yao Jin's body. This demonic energy was so dense and thick that it almost covered the entire room.

In the misty room, a pair of scarlet eyes were incredibly eerie, with even the whites of their eyes filled with blood, flickering and glowing.

In this situation, it's impossible to think normally; one's thoughts are all jumbled up.

Yao Jin's hand trembled uncontrollably, as if he couldn't forcefully snap the thin neck in his hand.

She was wrestling, wrestling with that voice that suddenly appeared.

The voice kept repeating, "Kill her."

"Kill her, and you can come back."

"Don't you want to crush someone who harmed you under your feet and pulverize them to pieces?"

The deep male voice seemed to know Yao Jin very well, his words were seductive and bewitching, as if inviting her to step into the abyss.

Yao Jin tilted her head and slowly closed her palm.

She felt that she had the ability at that moment; with just a slight effort, her subordinates would lose all vitality, like chicks.

But what if you kill her?

In the midst of the chaos, a young man's face suddenly appeared. He was tall and handsome, with a clear and bright demeanor. His eyes, shrouded in mist, gazed at the distant figure, his eyes filled with disappointment.

That look seemed to be asking: Madam, why is this?

Yes, it is Xiao Daojun.

Besides him, who else could look at her with such tenderness?

But what Little Daoist dislikes most is demons.

He once said, "The devil deserves to be killed!"

In an instant, the crimson pupils stopped flashing.

“You…” Leng Dandan felt a lump in her throat and couldn’t help but laugh out loud while panting, “It’s too late.”

She succeeded.

Leng Dandan quickly stepped back a few paces, keeping a distance from Yao Jin, whose entire body was displaying demonic features. "You bitch, how dare you try to steal my senior brother from me."

The entire Buzhou Mountain knew that her fiancé was going to marry someone else.

In the end, the senior brother also married someone else.

Even the servants dared to laugh at her behind her back.

How could she not hate that!

Fortunately, it was all about to end. Leng Dandan smiled and looked at Yao Jin, then suddenly screamed, "Help! There's a demon! Senior Brother's wife is a demon..."

Even the most delicate girl's screams are inevitably jarring. And jarring screams will certainly cause emotional fluctuations.

Yao Jin couldn't help but frown. She tilted her head slightly, still not fully emerging from her dazed state, "You..."

The girl's rounded fingernails had disappeared, replaced by sharp, terrifying claws like those of a wild beast.

And two small horns resembling snail shells grew on the top of her head—judging from her appearance alone, she was no different from a demon!

The things Po Wang gave her were indeed useful. Leng Dandan was very satisfied with the scene before her, but she didn't know if this medicine would really make people lose their minds and accidentally kill someone.

She pondered for a moment, picked up the hairpin, and without hesitation stabbed herself in the chest. Then she turned and left the room.

Blood dripped all the way. The moment she left the house, Leng Dandan's face was filled with grievance and fear. She clutched her chest, tears streaming down her face, crying out, "Senior brother, senior brother, save me!"

Inside the house, the lingering smell of blood plunged Yao Jin into confusion once more. She stared blankly at the ground, her expression cold and dazed.

Po Wang, who had been hiding in the shadows, suddenly appeared. He squeezed in and said resentfully, "I never thought that in just a few years, your personality would be worn down to this extent!"

Where has that once arrogant witch gone?

Demons are born warlike and have a violent gene in their bones. As the leader of the four demons, Yao Jin has indeed stained the blood of many cultivators on the battlefield.

She rose from a lowly little demon to the position of demon general.

What he conquered was not only the defeated [character] in his repeated battles with Po Wang, but also his heart that yearned for strength.

But now...

Po Wang felt that even if he died ten thousand times, he would never want to see this scene. He grabbed the girl's shoulders, trying to shake her awake. "Yao Jin, please wake up. You shouldn't stay here like this."

Even if we were to spare them, we should kill these stinking Taoist priests to fight for territory for the demon realm.

These monks, wearing masks of hypocrisy, are high above others and possess great power, yet they regard life as worthless. They create all moral high ground so that mortals will worship them and obey their every command.

Only by killing them all will there be no two voices in this world!

Po Wang was engulfed in deep resentment. He was absorbed in these words, but unexpectedly, the person who had spoken these words slapped him hard across the face.

"Chi Yi, what are you doing?!"

The figure standing outside paused, withdrew his hand, and turned around. "Elder, there is no demon here."

"Is that so?" Elder Mu asked suspiciously, and looked in that direction.

Through the crack in the door, they could see a girl kneeling on the ground with her back to them, while inside the room, all was calm and there was not a trace of a struggle.

There was indeed no demonic aura. Elder Mu pondered for a moment and began to think, "If it's not here, then where could it be?"

Upon hearing this, Leng Dandan, who was still in a weak state, or rather, three parts weak but pretending to be very weak, immediately straightened up. "How could this be?"

"It wasn't like this just now..." Leng Dandan looked at everything in the room in disbelief. She had clearly rushed to her senior brother's place as fast as she could, how could she have let this bitch escape?

Or has it been too long and the medication has lost its effectiveness?

When the outcome of a bad deed does not turn out as expected, it is inevitable that the person who did the bad deed will question the process.

Leng Dandan secretly regretted that she shouldn't have let the maid spread the news halfway through. Instead, she should have rushed next door immediately and let her senior brother see for himself what kind of person his wife really was.

"Impossible, impossible!" Leng Dandan clutched her chest and cried out sharply.

"Impossible what?" Meng Ji looked at her and approached her step by step. "My wife would never hurt you."

"Or is it possible that the lady isn't a demon?"

He walked extremely slowly, yet his words were spoken with such gentleness, accompanied by a meticulous and clear pronunciation.

But Leng Dandan felt scared. Her lies seemed to have nowhere to hide at this moment, as if her senior brother could see through her lies through her skin.

Leng Dandan unconsciously took a few steps back, and Meng Ji also stopped walking politely.

He said, "Do you think I, as her husband, don't know whether my wife is a demon or not?"

"Junior sister, why don't you take a look at your wounds before criticizing my wife?"

Everyone knows that anyone on Buzhou Mountain might be biased or lie, but this disciple they've watched grow up wouldn't. Under these circumstances, Elder Mu already had a clear understanding of the situation. He first shouted sternly, "Enough!"

Then she looked at the senior brother's daughter, or rather, at the perfectly clean wound that cleverly avoided the fatal area.

Elder Mu sighed deeply, "Dandan, stop fooling around."

That look of disappointment in her eyes was so clear that Leng Dandan felt extremely unwilling and even ashamed. In her panic, her voice became shrill, "No, Yao Jin is a demon. If you don't believe me, come with me inside and you'll see!"

She didn't believe it; she was sure it was an illusion created by a witch!

As long as we go in, and bring my senior brother in, we can shatter this illusion!

"This is an illusion." The other party slapped himself, but Po Wang was not angry at all. Instead, a trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes. "As long as they come in, they will see what you look like now."

While Po Wang's explanation dispelled Yao Jin's doubts, it also instilled more panic in her.

Yao Jin covered her ears, fear making her curl up in a ball, "What should I do, what should I do?"

She couldn't imagine what would happen if this appearance were discovered; she might be met with fear, contempt, or resentment from everyone.

She might be captured and placed on the Demon-Slaying Platform, where countless bolts of lightning would strike her body simultaneously, like drills.

But most likely, she will be met with disappointed eyes.

The look in my eyes during that chaotic period slowly overlaps with the look in my mind now.

At that moment, sounds from both outside and inside the house also rang out simultaneously.

Outside, Elder Mu's cold voice rang out as he looked at the disciples who had rushed over upon hearing of the demon's appearance. "It's time to wake up!"

Inside the room came a voice, a voice tinged with despair yet also filled with hope: "Yaojin, it's time for you to wake up!"

The golden head was about to explode when, just then, several voices came from afar.

"Is there a demon in the Discipline Hall?"

"Could it be Master?"

"Fool! How could Master be a demon!"

"Oh, right, right, Master is the sect leader, so who is?"

"Foolish! Besides Master, isn't there another person in the Discipline Hall?"

The rumors had already been sown in people's hearts, and a mere gust of wind was enough to make them sprout and blossom.

More and more voices are rising.

Yao Jin was truly resentful, resenting her own exceptional hearing. She frowned and covered her ears tightly.

But those sounds still came.

"Junior sister," Meng Ji's voice was both gentle and cold, "If there were demons here, I would have killed them without you doing this."

Looking at the other person's bluish-red face, Meng Ji felt extremely mocked. "I will not show favoritism to anyone. Why did you hurt yourself, Junior Sister? It's not heartbreaking."

A tear followed those words and fell to the ground with a thud, turning the girl's pupils a deep crimson.

"Did you hear that? This is your husband. He will only kill you and will not show you any favoritism. Are you still not awake, Yao Jin?" Po Wang pressed his advantage from inside the house, repeating and twisting those words without any mercy.

Yes, this is Mengji.

He was the most righteous and indignant.

Immortals and demons are sworn enemies; how could she dare to harbor any fantasies...?

These thoughts, like wildly growing weeds, kept flooding my mind, as if they had seeped into my very bones and blood, impossible to shake off.

Gradually, the pain shut down her five senses. Yao Jin stared expressionlessly at the crack in the door, letting the chaos pull her into the abyss and take her back to the past.

...

The original sounds outside subtly shifted direction because of Meng Ji's words.

"There seems to be no magical energy here."

"Yes, I secretly checked with the demon detector just now, and there really wasn't one."

"Could it be Junior Sister...?"

"Her what?"

"You're so stupid! She's just jealous. Don't forget, Master was Junior Sister's fiancée!"

"Oh, right, right, right."

Elder Mu felt something was amiss when Meng Ji uttered his first sentence, but before he could figure out where that unease came from, Meng Ji uttered his next sentence.

The person inside the house who shook gold wasn't a demon, but Dan'er insisted that shaking gold was a demon and hurt herself.

Doesn't this make people think that Dan'er is being unreasonable and jealous?

Elder Mu pondered deeply, stroking his beard as he thought. He wanted to open his mouth, but didn't know what to say. There was nothing wrong with what he was saying!