Chapter 51 White Tiger Ice Sculpture
Su Yu snorted coldly: "Alright, let's go outside and start the flying boat first. Yu Ronglan will catch up after she's finished dealing with this."
One disciple asked hesitantly, "Does the body still need to be disposed of? Can't we just dump it in the wild?"
Before Su Yu could answer, Zhu Shan gave the disciple a sharp rap on the head: "Idiot! How can Senior Brother's ice sculpture artwork be left lying around outside? Of course, it should be placed with the ones from Yu Lang City!"
Fang Fang nodded approvingly, her eyes showing relief that Zhu Shan had finally understood: "We are fighting against the city lord's forces, but the city's residents have not been affected. Yu Ronglan will probably still have to do some cleanup."
She turned to Su Yu for confirmation: "Senior Brother, is that right?"
Yes, that's right, that's exactly it.
Fang Fang, you really are the most reliable one!
"Hmm." Su Yu nodded, her hands behind her back frantically sending messages to Yu Ronglan via the communication stone.
[Go back to Yulang City to clean up the mess! Don't follow us directly!]
He remained calm: "Let's go, let's wait for him on the airship."
His disciples, like little chicks, obediently followed him.
On the other side, Yu Ronglan had already changed out of her tutu and completely destroyed it.
He had just finished explaining the situation to Lu Xiuying and incidentally swindled 40,000 magic stones from him when he received a message from Su Yu.
Lu Xiuying, still covered in icy water, said with a pained expression, "Eighty thousand high-grade magic stones is too much! Young master, couldn't you have negotiated with your first disciple?"
Yu Ronglan extinguished the communication stone and said frankly, "I think if I try to bargain any further, my senior brother will just kill me."
"Be content, you survived by the hand of the chief disciple of the Yuan family."
It's all thanks to his quick thinking.
Yu Ronglan felt no guilt whatsoever about swindling 10,000 high-grade magic stones; he considered it his living expenses from Uncle Lu.
"I'm leaving. I need to go to Yulang City to clean up the mess. You can explain to An Xiuqiang yourself."
"Oh dear! Young master, please be polite. He's my sworn brother! We should thank him properly for helping me this time."
"Understood. Remember to keep your demonic energy well hidden."
After returning to the Abyss Mansion, handing over the recording stone, and receiving confirmation from the Demon Palace, the mission was considered successfully completed.
Returning to normalcy is comfortable. Su Yu spends her days in a routine of cultivation, fighting demons, or rather, enjoying the happy daily life of her mentors and fellow disciples.
Besides the fact that a bunch of various ice sculptures inexplicably appeared in his courtyard the day after he returned home.
Even after each class when he was angered by his incompetent junior classmates, he would receive an apology gift—an ice sculpture.
The sculpture depicts the demon who made the mistake, and there is a note that reads respectfully: Please punish me, senior brother.
Subtext: If the ice sculpture breaks, you can't break me, okay?
Of course, after receiving even harsher training and beatings in return, the number of ice sculptures sent to him dropped sharply.
Even in winter, the fact that he sent this kind of thing right after his return only reminded Su Yu of his bizarre remarks in Yulang City, making it difficult for her to feel happy.
So he gave his disciples extra training.
Another rumor has emerged in Yuanfu.
The eldest brother only likes the ice sculptures he makes; in his eyes, the ones made by other demons are desecrations of his art.
In addition to his cultivation, he also had to keep an eye on the situation at the Ghost Market.
He was very satisfied with the result.
Lin Yi, the boss's right-hand man, had already smoothly changed the identities of Lu Xiuying and the other demons, negotiated the terms, and made them obediently work for the Ghost Market.
After training ended today, Su Yu rushed into his yard and saw a young demon lad fiddling with something on his windowsill.
"Twelve?" Su Yu was somewhat surprised. He hadn't seen Feng Huaijin for several days. Since returning from Yulang City, Feng Huaijin had either been on a mission or on his way to one.
Of course, Feng Huaijin's condition gradually calmed down, and his emotions stabilized.
"Brother, you're back." Feng Huaijin's shoulders twitched when he heard the voice, as if he was a little flustered. He turned around and leaned against the window to greet him, his body firmly shielding his back.
Su Yu narrowed her eyes and stepped forward casually, asking, "Twelve, what are you doing on my windowsill?"
"It's nothing..."
"Let me see!" Su Yu quickly stepped forward, attempting to break through his defense from the side.
Feng Huaijin's eyes flashed, a faint smile appearing in them. He spread his arms to block her, his tone slightly anxious: "Brother, it's really nothing!"
Su Yu didn't care and put it on the windowsill in his yard. It was obviously meant for him, so why couldn't he look at it?
Damn it, Feng Huaijin is now half a head taller than him!
He suddenly leaped up from the ground, landing right in Feng Huaijin's arms, his chin above Feng Huaijin's shoulder, so that he could see the windowsill behind him.
"Wow, Twelve, did you build a big white cat?"
"Twelve, why aren't you saying anything? This cat is quite fat."
"...It's the White Tiger."
An awkward moment ensued.
Feng Huaijin took a deep breath, suppressing his heart pounding with excitement, and loosely wrapped his arms around Su Yu's waist.
To be honest, he would rather tighten his arms and hold the demon in his arms tightly, but he dared not make any rash moves.
He was afraid that the slight tightening of his arms would startle his brother and remind him that even if he got out of his arms, he could still make him obediently move aside and give him space to look at the snow tiger on the windowsill.
He told himself: Now is not the time.
Feng Huaijin said softly, "I heard them say that my brother has been fond of ice sculptures lately, so I thought I'd make one as a gift for him."
"It's just that you came back early today, before I finished. Now you get to see a half-finished product."
Kid, you're behind the times. What they're spreading now is that I, the senior brother, only like the human-shaped ice sculptures I make myself.
When the topic of ice sculptures came up, Su Yu became even more silent.
“But now that you’ve seen it, brother,” Feng Huaijin said, seeing Su Yu’s silence and not daring to hug her any longer, he bent down to put Su Yu down and then turned away, “how about you do the last step, brother? Just freeze it into an ice sculpture.”
“Yes,” Feng Huaijin said gently, “but if you don’t like this look, then forget it. I’ll give you another gift.”
"Of course I like it, how could I not?"
Upon hearing that he wouldn't give it to him, Su Yu immediately raised her hand and gently touched the tip of the snow tiger's ear with her fingertip, freezing it into an ice tiger.
He was indeed unhappy that his disciples sent him ice sculptures, but these were sent by his twelve disciples with great anticipation. How could they be the same as the ones those little brats sent just to avoid getting beaten up?
The ice tiger wasn't big; Su Yu could just hold it in his palm. He asked with a smile, "Why did you choose the appearance of a white tiger, Twelve?"
Although it was a question, it was clear that Su Yu really liked the gift.
Seeing that Su Yu liked it, Feng Huaijin couldn't help but blush slightly: "Because the white tiger is powerful and majestic, I think it suits you very well, brother."
They are similar in color, strength, and temperament.
No matter how cold and arrogant she is, she is still a big cat that can soften up.
I want to have his warmth forever, always.
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