As the succubus ran frantically, she heard a faint voice behind her saying, "Stop! Don't run!" She immediately rolled her eyes and shouted back, "Can you stop talking nonsense?! You said stop, so I stopped. Do you think I'm crazy?"
If you keep saying “Stop!” every day, who will really stop?
He probably didn't even bother pretending anymore, as his voice now actually sounded somewhat indescribably deep.
Watching the black dot behind her being flung further and further away, the succubus secretly rejoiced. She quickly went to find the Saint and said she really couldn't do the job, so she could confidently push it on to someone else...
"Are you Mei Yanliu?" A calm female voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Mei Yanliu was so frightened that she stopped walking for a moment and turned around suddenly: "Why are you here?!"
The seemingly ordinary bull-head mask was staring at him intently, with a strange light flashing in his eyes. His feet kept moving and he ran very fast. "I've been here from the beginning."
I was careless!
Mei Yanliu barely avoided the white hand that suddenly reached out to her. Cold sweat poured down her face. If she was caught by the little kid, her reputation would be ruined. "How come you're so fast?!"
"I've been practicing since I was a kid."
The two of them chatted back and forth.
"That kid fell down, it was terrible, are you sure you don't want to go back and take a look?"
"I'm chasing you."
"Believe me, it will do you no good to chase after her."
“How do you know if you don’t try?”
The stubborn little girl, who only had speed, was still entangled. Mei Yanliu didn't want to continue with her. She quickly took out a complex ball, urged it with spiritual energy, and the ball suddenly exploded. The secret symbol of the demon cult immediately soared up with green smoke -
Yun Xian moved his left arm, and the spiritual power that could not be captured by the naked eye was accurately intercepted by the sword energy. Instead, a small sword-shaped emblem without a scabbard exploded in the sky.
"Fuck?!" Mei Yanliu was truly shocked. "You can actually stop this?!"
Yun Xian was also stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes to look at his left arm, and then said calmly: "Yes. Humph, are you scared?"
"Scared of shit!" Mei Yanliu sneered, "None of us in the Demon Sect have ever learned the word 'fear'!"
Yun Xian pressed on, "So you admit that you were one of the five succubi who absorbed the essence of Jiangjinlou's owner's son and abandoned him on the street?"
Why is it so detailed? Mei Yanliu felt something was amiss, but she still stiffened her neck and said, "I'm Mei Yanliu, so what? What can you do to me?"
Yun Xian: “…”
Why do I always feel that her personality doesn't match the succubus sister in the storybook?
The man and the demon ran at a very fast speed, sweeping away everything in their path, overturning countless leaves and branches. People along the street all gave way and looked sideways with surprised expressions.
Putting aside the indigenous population, the sect disciples here are all very respectable. Back then, Master Mingguang came here to pray for the dead, and just by closing his eyes and sitting, a Buddha lotus blossomed. Medical practitioner Xu Zidan's miraculous healing skills had the queue stretching out the city walls. More recently, even the swordsman Su Chi managed to kill with a single blow, leaving no blood spilling from his clothes. In short, I've never seen such a chaotic and spectacular scene.
With all the fanfare, I thought it was some formidable opponent, but it's just a succubus?! Isn't that embarrassing?!
Yun Xian didn't care how big the scene was. The three big words "one thousand taels" were glowing on Mei Yanliu's face. She had already said that she would not let him go no matter where he was caught.
Oh no, she couldn't get rid of him no matter how hard she tried. Mei Yanliu cried out in alarm, and she abruptly turned in another direction halfway through, running for her life. Seeing that Yun Xian's sword energy was only an inch away from her neck, she suddenly felt a strange fragrance surging in front of her eyes, so strong that it covered her eyes with a layer of warm veil. Mei Yanliu looked up in surprise, and ran over like a young swallow returning to its nest: "Saint Lady - I knew you wouldn't leave me alone -"
Yun Xian's hand suddenly stopped.
In mid-air, a smoky purple silk curled and surged like a living snake. The sound of silver bells could be heard faintly, and amidst the strong fragrance, a charming girl lightly touched the ground on her toes.
She had a charming look and a seductive manner, her beauty surpassing the light of the sky. She had a small and delicate face and red lips without any makeup. She was clearly just standing there quietly, with no expression, but there was a hint of allure in her.
The Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult, Jimo Shu, is at the ninth level of the Golden Core stage, just a step away from the Nascent Soul stage.
She finally showed up.
Mei Yanliu quickly hid behind her and joined the remaining four succubi, panting, "It's her! I saw her wielding a sword! She's a sword cultivator!"
"What are you yelling for?" It was so noisy. Jimo Shu tutted her tongue, very impatient: "Didn't I tell you to wait, someone will come to help you?"
Mei Yanliu felt wronged: "No one! Who would come to help me? She chased me from the west to the east. It was such a big commotion that everyone in the city could see it. If anyone wanted to help, they would have come a long time ago!"
Jimo Shu glanced at Yun Xian with the corners of her narrow eyes and frowned in deep thought.
What's going on?
In just this short period of time, Qiao Lingshan and Feng Ye, who were running madly behind, finally arrived. They were sweating profusely and gasping for breath while holding their knees. As soon as they raised their heads, they lowered their heads again as if they had seen a ghost.
This witch really doesn't dress properly!
In fact, if the two of them persisted a little longer, they would see someone who was wearing clothes even more improperly, and the bull demon was following behind.
Yun Xian was staring at Jimo Shu fearlessly, seemingly quite curious. Jimo Shu felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and gestured with her chin, "Hey, you. The masked person on the right is you."
Yun Xian: "What's the matter?"
Jimo Shu: "Tell me, where is Zhong Changyao?"
“?” Yun Xian was stunned. “Have you met before?”
Shouldn't it?
"What do you mean we've met before? Have you heard of this name?" Jimo Shu pressed on, stretching out her long nails to remove Yun Xian's mask, saying, "Tell me quickly."
Yun Xian dodged lightly and shook his head, saying, "I saw it in the Xuanbao Pavilion."
Jimo Shu narrowed her beautiful eyes, trying to observe Yun Xian's expression but failed, and her expression gradually became cold.
The demonic cult members following behind were terrified. The Saint was known for her unpredictable moods, and she would fly into a rage if she wasn't pleased. This person might be in trouble.
"You, you guys!" Qiao Lingshan finally caught her breath, looking away from the people, and spoke to the air: "You sucked all of my vital energy out of me, leaving me lying in bed with my life hanging by a thread. It's truly abhorrent!"
Jimo Shu paused, turned around and smiled: "We are members of the Demon Sect." When she smiled, she looked like a spring flower, very pretty, and didn't seem so demonic anymore.
Qiao Lingshan was stunned for a moment, then said righteously, "Can people from the Demonic Cult just kill people for no reason like this?"
"Nonsense. Are you from the Demon Sect or am I? Do you need to teach me?" Jimo Shu lost her patience and waved her slender hand. "If he doesn't go there, even the gods can't harm him. He deserves to die because of his own evil deeds."
Feng Ye wanted to interrupt with a trembling voice: "You can't say that..."
Jimo Shu: "Shut up."
Feng Ye: “.”
"Since we can't find Zhong Changyao, there's no point in having you." Jimo Shu said coldly, "Come here, throw them all into the river outside to feed the fish."
The person behind him murmured "yes", but the bull demon suddenly spoke up to stop him, "Saint Lady, there's no need to kill them all."
Jimo Shu asked with great interest: "Oh? Why?"
"Because," the bull demon said, "people who like to wear bull masks probably don't have bad personalities."
"..." Jimo Shu's anger, which had just subsided, rose again. What kind of people were these subordinates of hers? "Put on your loincloths and get out of here!!"
The strange-looking members of the Demon Cult were staring at him hungrily and gradually surrounding him. Yun Xian felt an untimely pain in his left arm. When he was about to draw his sword, a clear and powerful sword whistle came from afar!
The clouds in the sky were swept away in an instant, and a slender figure came flying with a sword in his hands behind his back, accompanied by a strong wind.
Jimo Shu spat coldly, seeming quite annoyed: "Another sword cultivator! You're lucky today..."
Yun Xian was even more confused than her: "Huh? Who is it?"
Jimo Shu: “?”
There was still a hint of frost on the young man's eyelashes. He looked down, dressed in white, silent and motionless, without a trace of human energy.
The only color on his body was a small, icy flower on the hilt of the sword. The pistil was pale yellow and the thin, tender petals were stretched out, adding a touch of freshness to him and making him look less like a stubborn stone.
He was truly handsome, one could tell at a glance. Or rather, rather than handsome, the word "pretty" would be more appropriate. With black hair and dark eyes, his clothes remained untouched by the wind and snow, as dignified as the frosty moon, his demeanor unique and extraordinary.
She was too aloof and cold, which was the opposite of the beautiful demon. Even Yun Xian, who had no interest in beauty, couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Let’s just say, good looks are extremely important. Even if they are both poor, this one is a cold and aloof swordsman, while the others are just poor bastards.
Qiao Lingshan suppressed her excitement and said, "Master Su Chi, Senior Brother!!"
"Hmm?" Is this Su Chi? Finally seeing the real thing, consistent with the publicity, indeed handsome and infuriating. Yun Xian was stunned again, "Why is he here?"
Jimo Shu angrily said, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this? You sword cultivators all say one thing in public and another behind the scenes. You appear to be aboveboard, but you're actually trying to seduce people!"
Yun Xian couldn't understand: "Why do you have such a big prejudice against sword cultivators..."
She wants to shake someone from behind?
The beautiful senior brother Su Chi, whom he had never met before, didn't seem to like talking much. After landing, he didn't exchange greetings. His sword energy swept away everyone and his eyes fell on Yun Xian, who was running dirty.
He spoke: "Yun Xian?"
The tone is flat and the meaning seems certain.
Unexpectedly, the voice was a little deeper than Yun Xian had imagined.
Yun Xian nodded, and then asked, "If you're not practicing, what are you doing here?"
Most people say this as if it sounds a bit fatherly and annoying, but he said it as if he really just wanted to ask "what are you doing here?"
Yun Xian then replied, "Catch the succubus."
"Succubus." Su Chi looked at the bull demon over there with indifferent eyes: "This one?"
The innocent bull demon's loincloth felt cold: "What does it have to do with me?"
"Isn't it?" Su Chi looked at the eight-legged spider behind Jimo Shu again: "This one?"
The thick, long hair on the spider spirit's legs fluttered in the wind: "???"
"..." Mei Yanliu couldn't help it, feeling extremely humiliated: "Hey, no matter how you look at it, it's me! Have you ever seen a succubus look like that? Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs climbing trees!"
"Pigs can't climb trees." Su Chi recognized the wrong demon, but he wasn't embarrassed. He didn't answer the question, and instead drew his sword towards Mei Yanliu. He turned his head and said to Yun Xian, "You go back. I'll come."
His expression didn't change at all from beginning to end, as if it was fixed on his face.
Mei Yanliu: "..."
Jimo Shu: "..."
"Wait! Spare his life." Yun Xian looked at Su Chi's posture. He could kill anyone with one sword, and she still had to report to the shopkeeper. "No need, big brother. I can do it myself."
Su Chi looked at her again, somewhat puzzled, and still confiscated the sword.
Damn, my eyelashes are so long.
Su Chi's reputation must have frightened the group of succubi behind Jimo Shu. They howled like ghosts and wolves: "No!" "Saint, save me!" "I only killed a few men, what's the sin?"
"What are you arguing about?"
Discussing who would come and who wouldn't in front of her, and even chatting about it, who were they insulting? Jimo Shu's pretty face turned stern, and a faint purple mist emanated from her five fingers, instantly enveloping the secluded place. Everyone was caught off guard, feeling a tightness in their chests and shortness of breath, and a sweet, fishy taste in their throats. She called them trash, but in reality, she was so protective that she was about to attack them directly. She said gloomily, "Shut up, everyone! I told you I won't let you die."
The tip of Su Chi's sword touched the ground, and the strong wind blew away the smoke, and it disappeared in an instant.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The Jiange trio stood by, not knowing how things had suddenly turned out this way.
Originally, Yun Xian only wanted to take Mei Yanliu to Jiangjin Tower, return the little Yuan Yang of the shopkeeper's son, and take the reward to forge a sword; and by the way, see if Zhong Changyao would show up and whether his cultivation had improved. Unexpectedly, he did not see him, but saw Jimo Shu instead; not only did he see Jimo Shu, but also saw Su Chi who had arrived for some reason; and now the two sides are confronting each other, and it seems that the battle is about to be so fierce that the sky is dark and the sun and moon are dim.
To be precise, there is only Su Chi in Jiange.
Qiao Lingshan sneaked over, touched Yun Xian, and whispered, "Big Brother didn't say he wanted to kill them, did he?"
"Do you remember what's being said outside?" Yun Xian repeated, "One sword cuts the throat, and the blood doesn't stain the clothes. Doesn't this sound like a life-threatening move?"
Although it sounds like a rumor, it's not my fault that people misunderstood it.
Feng Ye finally dared to speak: "Besides, Senior Brother didn't even explain..."
"?" Yun Xian: "Who are you calling Senior Brother?"
Qiao Lingshan: "What about now?"
Yun Xian patted her little hands and said, "Watch me."
Mei Yanliu over there was feeling panic, when she suddenly saw the girl wearing a bull-head mask winking at her, the meaning of which was very clear, asking her to leave.
Go, run quickly.
She was confused at first, but when she saw the battle that was about to break out, she suddenly had an idea and turned around and ran. The group of succubi quickly followed her and disappeared in an instant. The scene suddenly became empty.
A gentle breeze blew, and the atmosphere became awkward for a moment.
"Ah. You ran away." Yun Xian stood up rather exaggeratedly and ran after them: "I must catch you with my own hands today..."
Qiao Lingshan and Feng Ye ran back along the same path, panting and continuing to liven up the pursuit: "Don't run! Stop!!"
The rest of the people watched them disappear: "…………"
Are we still fighting? Everyone has run away.
While Jimo Shu was still hesitating, Su Chi put away his sword without saying a word, turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the sky.
Sure enough, what is going to happen will happen.
To be more precise, the thing you worry about most will definitely happen.
Those succubi had no moral principles and slipped away faster than anyone else, but Yun Xian was even faster—her swordsmanship, practiced since childhood, was renowned for its speed, so there was no way she couldn't catch up. Qiao Lingshan had been on tenterhooks for a long time, but when she saw the succubi begin to try to remove their clothes, her heart suddenly relaxed, and she felt a sense of "As expected!"
Yun Xian didn't even give them a chance to undress, chasing the succubi all the way from the east to the west of the city, earning countless attention along the way. Finally, he cornered them in a restaurant. Demons aren't human, lacking such moral constraints. Their methods of escape are endless. The current situation was truly... awful, beyond words. In short, as Qiao Lingshan had said, it was a mess, and their reputation was tarnished.
As she pushed the crying succubi to Jiangjin Tower to return Yuan Yang, Qiao Lingshan could hear the scattered chatter of others:
"Which sect is this disciple from? We've been tossing and turning for a long time."
"More than that! It started in the morning."
"Oh my god, this is so vicious... How did the succubus provoke her..."
"Tsk tsk, I can't bear to watch this. I really can't bear to watch this."
Qiao Lingshan's skin seemed to have become more firm, and she was only slightly embarrassed through the mask.
"Don't cry." Although Yun Xian knew they were pretending to cry, he still said, "I didn't ask you to return everything. Just return some of it. As long as you don't die, it's fine."
When the succubus heard the sound, her crying instantly became much quieter.
The owner of Jiangjinlou heard the news and rushed out to greet them. He immediately saw five succubi crying and shouting in his lobby, his head trembling: "Ah, this..."
In the elegant second-floor seating, Liu Hun gently placed his wine glass on the table. He seemed intrigued by the commotion below and asked, "Is this the woman you mentioned this morning who disobeyed you?"
Liu Shi raised his thick eyebrows, looked down, and snorted a sarcastic laugh from his nose: "It's her. Oh, in such a short time, you really caught a succubus? And it's a woman, you really don't mind being ashamed."
Liu Hun smiled and said, "She's wearing a mask, so she's naturally not embarrassed. But tell me, which sect is she from? If I were the head of the sect, I'd be humiliated to have such a disciple."
Liu Shi wanted to get involved in nothing, but before he knew it, the shopkeeper had just handed over the remaining 250 taels and said thank you, when the bull-headed girl bowed and suddenly took a deep breath.
Then, a resounding voice echoed throughout the street: "No need to thank me! As a disciple of the Sword Sect, it is our duty to punish the wicked and eliminate evil!"
Liu Shi: “?”
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