A beautiful woman, a Python Demon, and they all looked strange, plus...
The Pure Moon Sect Master slightly frowned, her gaze landing on the last girl with rosy lips and white teeth. She was wearing a delicately made horse-face skirt, yet oddly it was pitch black, making her fair face seem somewhat cold.
Of course, what truly puzzled Ji Jingxi was the fact that this well-behaved girl didn’t exude the slightest hint of cultivation, yet instinctively, the two young ones with considerable cultivation by her side assumed a wary stance.
A moment later, Ji Jingxi smiled and sighed, teasing, "You’re still as inscrutable as ever."
Sect Master Shen had gone out this time without taking care of the Daozi, roaming around on her own, and from somewhere she had met such a bunch of strange characters.
But originally, I didn’t expect the other party to be of any help. It’s fine if she wanders around, just so long as she doesn’t stir up any trouble and stays safe.
With such talents as Sect Master Shen has, even without the support of the Seven Sons of Hong, she is bound to be an influential figure in Hongze one day.
I only hope the Seven Sons can get through this difficulty and give us few Sect Masters a chance to glimpse just how far she will ultimately go.
An Yi followed quietly behind Shen Yi, and after leaving the inn, she slightly turned her head to look at the location of the second floor.
Then she withdrew her gaze, silent.
"What is it?" Shen Yi stopped in his tracks, sighed, and asked softly.
"Someone is watching you, with no malice," An Yi said, looking down at her shoe tips with a deadpan expression.
Her address for him went from "you" to "sir" and finally to "you."
It seemed respectful, but unlike the awe shown by other Town Stones or Hall Masters, it carried an extremely obvious sense of distance.
Just as she delved into her work, as long as Shen Yi asked, she would never defy him, but if unnoticed, she would not say a word more.
In short, she was slacking off.
For Shen Yi, such behavior was absolutely intolerable.
The solutions were only two-fold.
After all, the Fourth Calamity had already passed. Crushing her soul and replacing her with a Frost Tiger to take over the position of West Hall Master would at most consume a million Demon Lifespan Years to fortify the Demon Soul.
Expensive, yes, but at least it’s comforting to use.
As for the second method, it was to expend a significant amount of the Demon Origin so that this young girl could truly experience what it means to receive the master’s grace.
In that hellish torment, even the most stubborn character would eventually soften somewhat.
Thinking of the girl’s composure during the Calamity of Death, Shen Yi began to doubt himself.
"Still too poor," Shen Yi’s face briefly betrayed a barely perceptible annoyance.
Even with such frugality in the Fourth Calamity, the Demon Lifespan Years that remained were only over six hundred thousand. For the time being, he had to make do with it.
Yu Lan looked on with curiosity, having never seen such rich emotions on her master’s face since she had been killed... It was as if he had suddenly changed from a killing machine back into a living, breathing person.
Rather than annoyance, it was more like embarrassment leading to anger.
He was making every excuse in his mind to persuade himself to temporarily give up dealing with the stubborn little Tiger Demon.
The reason was simply because he felt guilty but refused to admit it aloud.
It seemed rather amusing.
"Hee," Yu Lan couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle softly.
Shen Yi’s indifferent glance made the beautiful woman’s delicate body tremble and feel a bit wronged. She almost forgot that the fearsome god before her never felt guilty towards her. This kind of treatment wasn’t something everyone could enjoy.
"Act normal," Shen Yi crouched down, staring at that lifeless face and communicated through thought, "Extinguishing your soul is truly just a thought away for me."
"You don’t keep your word," An Yi said without even lifting her eyelids.
"Hmph," Shen Yi took a deep breath, a chill appearing in his eyes, "Even if I don’t keep my word, what can you do about it?"
"..." An Yi raised her eyes, observing the young man’s seemingly cold face with her calm gaze, and after a moment’s contemplation, she spoke softly, "You don’t keep your word."
Under her clean and pure scrutiny, the feigned coldness in Shen Yi’s eyes gradually faded away, his eyes flickered, and then he suddenly stood up and walked towards the street.
Forget it, it was hard to explain, and the usual intimidation tactics also lost their effect.
Nanyang Treasure Land was in a dangerous situation now, with Jiang Qiulan, Wu Dao’an, Zhu Jue and other senior brothers, as well as elder Chen Qiankun, and Lin Baiwei who had helped him get out of Qingzhou all along.
Even I am being targeted by the Frost Tiger Clan and can hardly protect myself, I still have to hide my identity and avoid the limelight.
I hardly have time to deal with any gentleman’s agreement with a Town Stone.
Although along the way, Shen Yi rarely spoke in absolutes and often used words like "try" when making promises. Even when deceiving others verbally, those on the other end were bad people or demons, etc.
But this was the first time that due to his own subjective reasons, he had broken faith with someone else.
And no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t find a single flaw on her to justify himself from a moral high ground.
An Yi buried her head again.
She had never experienced such a bustling place, listening to the loud laughter, feeling the crowd of people around her, and for a moment she felt as if her entire body was stiff to the extreme.
So she kept her eyes fixed on the heel of Shen Yi’s long boots, not daring to miss a step.
Shen Yi glanced back with the corner of his eye.
He suddenly remembered how he felt when he was promoted to Personal Adjutant General after slaying the serpent on Qingfeng Mountain, riding a tall horse through Qingzhou City, with a face so stiff it was numb, and his palms sweating as he gripped the reins.