Chapter 20: Saving the Demonic Villain 7

Cultivators must obtain permission from the sect before entering the human world. During this period of time, the sect was congratulating Yuhua Sect for having another genius, and did not notice that there was anything wrong with the application submitted to enter the human world.

Soon the man and the snake received approval and began their journey to the human world.

A hundred years for a cultivator is but a blink of an eye, but the human world has already seen dynasties change.

In the past hundred years, the Feng Dynasty has collapsed, and the current emperor's surname is Zong. However, all these worldly things can no longer cause Feng Chuqiu to have any emotional fluctuations.

The Longli River is shimmering in the sunset, with the starry sky reflected on the river surface, and countless lotus lanterns are floating on the river.

Feng Chuqiu stood on the river bank with his hands behind his back, his eyes always following the figure squatting by the river.

Xing Jian squatted by the river, holding a pen and writing seriously on the lotus lantern. The warm yellow candlelight reflected his extremely serious little face, which fascinated Feng Chuqiu. This was a way of praying in the human world.

Write your wishes devoutly on the lotus lanterns and put them into the river. The river water will then deliver these lotus lanterns carrying your wishes to the gods.

"Feng Chuqiu, you can't peek at my wish, it's private." When the young man found out that Feng Chuqiu wanted to peek at his wish, he suddenly turned around, carefully holding the lotus lantern against his chest, and stretched out his hand to cover the crooked handwriting. The tip of his ear was slightly red in the moonlight.

Looking at Xing Jian's righteous expression, Feng Chuqiu smiled knowingly and took a step back. His deep eyes and brows became even more gentle under the light. "Okay, okay, I won't watch it anymore. Xiao Xing, please put it on quickly, otherwise your favorite storytelling will start soon."

During the time he has been in the human world, Xingjian has become obsessed with listening to storytelling. Today is Xingjian's favorite storytelling performance, and he will definitely not miss it.

He watched the young man stepping barefoot into the shallows, unaware that the hem of his long gown was soaked in the river water. He frowned, wondering what to do if the child caught a cold. Feng Chuqiu had obviously forgotten that the Star Sword in front of him was not an ordinary young man from the human world, but a spirit snake.

Although he was anxious, Xing Jian still carefully placed the lotus lantern into the river. He closed his eyes and made a wish seriously. He watched the lotus lantern float farther and farther away, and then merged with thousands of blessing lotus lanterns. Only then did he turn around and hold Feng Chuqiu's hand.

Feng Chuqiu squatted down and used his magic power to dry the wetness on Xingjian's clothes. Then he took Xingjian's hand and the two of them walked towards the busy street together.

The copper bells under the eaves of the teahouse were jingling in the night wind. On the sandalwood square table by the window on the second floor, Xing Jian was holding his chin and looking at the storyteller, listening to the new story obsessively, while Feng Chuqiu was holding his chin, but his eyes never left Xing Jian.

Xing Jian, who was listening with great interest, didn't notice the burning gaze at all.

After a while, Xingjian smacked his lips and inadvertently glanced at the snacks on other people's tea tables. His eyes were attracted by the exquisite snacks again.

Feng Chuqiu, who had been paying attention to Xing Jian's movements, naturally noticed Xing Jian's gaze. "Do you want some snacks?" Feng Chuqiu's gentle voice rang in Xing Jian's ears. Xing Jian turned his head, his cheeks instantly flushed, and he stammered, "Not really, I just think the pastries are so beautiful."

Because the golden pupils were particularly conspicuous, Feng Chuqiu changed them into black after coming to the human world. Xingjian's dark eyes stared straight at Feng Chuqiu, who raised his hand and touched Xingjian's head.

"I'll buy it for Xiaoxing, but Xiaoxing must not wander around here, do you hear me?" There are a lot of people in the teahouse, and a simple little snake like Xingjian might be deceived by a few words. If Xingjian didn't seem to really like this snack, Feng Chuqiu would not leave Xingjian's side.

After giving some instructions, Feng Chuqiu got up and left the teahouse.

The cries of osmanthus cake vendors downstairs faded away, and suddenly Xing Jian felt a shadow looming over him, "Young Master, are you listening to the storytelling here alone?" Feng Chuqiu had just left for a while when someone came up. Xing Jian turned around and looked coldly at the strange man with a paper fan who appeared in front of him.

Seeing Xingjian's indifferent face, the man's interest became even higher.

"Young master, since you like listening to storytelling so much, I have many storytellers in my house. I guarantee you can listen to enough." As the man spoke, he wanted to touch Xingjian's face, but Xingjian dodged the hand.

"Really?" Xing Jian lowered his eyes to look at the "Chen" carved into the fan bone, his lips curling up in an innocent manner. Xing Jian pressed the man's outstretched hand onto the tea table. The sound of the teacup shattering shuddered into a hushed silence. The broken teacup pierced the back of the man's hand, and blood spread across the sandalwood table.

"Ah ...

Seeing that Xing Jian was not afraid of the cultivator he mentioned, the crowd leaned over to Xing Jian's ear and whispered, "Young Master, you don't know, this man is the second son of the Chen family. He relies on his eldest brother being a cultivator and acts tyrannically every day. Young Master, you'd better run away quickly. If the Chen family catches up..."

He turned out to be a bully. Upon hearing this, Xing Jian curled his lips, his cold eyes reflected in the bloodshot. "Do cultivators condone their relatives' murder?" Xing Jian chuckled, his fingertips brushing against the trembling Adam's apple of the Second Young Master Chen. "Do you think the Yuhua Sect's Discipline Hall would enjoy hearing my story? The Second Young Master Chen relied on his brother's status as a cultivator to bully the people in the human world. This story sounds quite good."

Xing Jian reached out and used his magical power to push Second Young Master Chen down on the table. Realizing that the person before him was also a cultivator, Second Young Master Chen lost his previous arrogance. Before leaving, his parents had repeatedly warned him not to tarnish his eldest brother's reputation. If this bitch's words prevented his eldest brother from joining the sect...

The Second Young Master Chen ignored the severe pain in his palm and knelt before Xing Jian. "Young Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have relied on my elder brother's prestige. This has nothing to do with my elder brother. It's all my fault. I was blinded by the devil for a moment."

Seeing Second Young Master Chen begging for mercy directly, Xing Jian lost interest and was afraid that he could not listen to the storytelling any more. "If I hear about you bullying others again in the future, I will definitely sue the Yuhua Sect." Xing Jian stretched out his hand to retract his magic power. Second Young Master Chen lost control of his strength and fell flat on his face, even breaking two of his front teeth.

Mr. Chen, with blood all over his mouth, was angry but dared not say a word. He knelt down to express his gratitude repeatedly and then fled from the crowd in disgrace.

Seeing Chen Er, who always bullied others, running away like a drowned dog, everyone cheered and thanked Xing Jian.