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Chapter 175: All My Doing
Chapter 175: All My Doing
Qingzhou, Yushan Prefecture.
The moonlight bathed the land like a shimmering pond.
On a quiet street, a burly man in a short robe burped drunkenly.
He shook his head, suddenly feeling a chill down his spine.
In a daze, he looked up at the sky.
A long sword, over ten zhang high, hovered in the air, appearing out of nowhere, and stared at him indifferently like a hawk.
The next moment, a dense sword light, more intense than the moonlight, poured down.
Pfft—
The man's body was instantly dismembered. Chunks of meat fell to the ground, transforming into a massive furry creature with a ferocious beast head and wide-eyed stare, filled with bewilderment.
Blood splattered and spread, staining the blue stone bricks a dark red.
The long sword changed direction and flew towards Qingzhou City.
It soared over the city walls, into the Demon Suppressing Bureau's office, and finally landed on a stone table in a quiet courtyard, its pristine blade free of any bloodstains.
Jiang Yuanhua opened his eyes, a hint of fatigue in them.
The Dark Soul could leave the physical body and wander freely, but inspecting city after city was indeed a tiring task.
Bai Ziming offered the prepared restorative tea, "Master, please have some tea."
"You're the only one with a shred of filial piety. As for the others..."
Jiang Yuanhua took the teacup and moistened his throat with a nonchalant expression.
Bai Ziming coughed, "Shijie and the others have returned."
"Among those others, Qiulan is the most sensible." Jiang Yuanhua put down the teacup and looked outside the courtyard.
How could they have returned in just over a month?
Even if the heir had issues, he probably wouldn't dare show them in front of his mother.
Qiulan was cold and distant, rarely losing her temper.
With their personalities, they would interact politely, and no problems would arise. In the eyes of Prince Ji's Consort, it would seem like a gradual improvement between the young people.
Once she feels at ease, she should be willing to invite a Profound Origin Master from Holylight Cave for Qingzhou.
After dealing with the Moonhowling Demon King, there would be no need to bother with this nagging old woman.
"Go and invite your Shijie over. I have something to ask her."
With these thoughts, Jiang Yuanhua nodded slightly.
Bai Ziming was about to take a step to invite her when a figure in ink-black robes strolled in.
"How was it?" Jiang Yuanhua's face lit up with a smile.
Jiang Qiulan gazed at her master quietly, "I've offended Prince Ji's Consort. She asked me to deliver a message to you."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuanhua's smile froze slightly, but he maintained his composure and asked, "What message?"
"She said that when the Moonhowling Demon King severs your Dark Soul, you must remember that it's all my doing."
After speaking, Jiang Qiulan prepared to turn and leave.
Hearing her calm tone, Bai Ziming instinctively averted his gaze and took two steps back.
Indeed, Shijie, such words from her mouth carried no hint of dissonance.
Jiang Yuanhua's smile vanished, and he stared expressionlessly as his disciple walked away, until her figure disappeared into the night.
He turned his gaze back to the long sword on the table.
His eyes were like a tranquil well.
"Master, you're not planning to take action against Shijie, are you?" Bai Ziming suddenly felt tense.
But his master glanced at him as if looking at an idiot.
Jiang Yuanhua rubbed his forehead, with no intention of calling back Jiang Qiulan. Just that sentence was enough to know that the path of seeking aid from the Consort was completely cut off.
As for what happened, it was no longer important. This disciple had only come to inform him.
Chen Qiankun's reminder echoed in his mind.
Betrayed by all...
He sighed and lowered his palm, remaining silent for a long time before speaking, "You once explained to Qiulan on my behalf. I merely taught it the Golden Silk Monkey Martial Art, gave it a treasure saber, and sent it out to travel and cultivate. I had no intention of harming it."
"So, did Shijie misunderstand?" Bai Ziming asked softly.
"There was no misunderstanding," Jiang Yuanhua said, looking at the neatly arranged wine jars under the distant tree. "I could tell at a glance what it was up to. I deliberately wanted it to go to its death, and I've never regretted it."
Upon hearing this, Bai Ziming fell silent.
Since there was no regret, why bring it up again?
"When I was a deputy general in Tan Prefecture, I witnessed the fall of the state capital once. I don't want to see it happen again."
"For this, I won't care about anything."
Jiang Yuanhua reached for the treasure sword, exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and his eyes once again flashed with cold light.
The fleeting regret that had arisen in his heart was instantly erased.
Did he really not care... Bai Ziming secretly rolled his eyes. Compared to the fact that he couldn't obtain aid, Shijie's casual mention of that sentence seemed to affect the master's mood even more.
He needed to confide in someone to relieve his inner gloom.
But as a disciple personally cultivated by Jiang Shijie, despite her current impressive performance, she still couldn't earn the master's trust.
With such an interaction, how could they enjoy a normal master-disciple relationship?
"Has A-Qian returned?" Jiang Yuanhua regained his composure.
"Yes, the position of Moonhowling Demon King has been returned," Bai Ziming said, taking out a document and opening it.
The master glanced at it briefly, then closed his eyes again, turning himself into a sculpture once more. The treasure sword swept through the sky again!
The prolonged standoff had become a daily routine for this Martial Immortal and the Demon King.
This time, it would likely be another few months of meditation.
...
In a corner of the Demon Suppressing Bureau.
Shen Yi sat quietly on the edge of the bed, entering a state of inner vision, his expression filled with doubt.
In the Qi Sea, there appeared numerous faint white glows, seemingly in significant numbers.
The Sky Devouring Inner Core quickly absorbed them, resembling a jade pill enveloped in white mist.
What was this?
A gentle knock sounded on the door.
He opened his eyes again, "Come in."
Jiang Qiulan entered, not mentioning the Commander's Mansion. She knew he wouldn't be interested and wouldn't care about the Commander's thoughts.
"I'm returning to Yushan Prefecture."
She sat down beside the table, accustomed to being alone, but today, she suddenly felt the need to bid him farewell, "If there's anything..."
"I want to know what kind of energy would actively surge towards me."
Shen Yi confirmed that this wasn't the effect of any Demonic Martial Art, so he didn't hide it and asked directly.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qiulan was slightly startled, "Devotion Essence... But you're only temporarily acting as the general, so this shouldn't be the case."
After thinking for a moment, she said, "Could it be that you've established a temple in Qingzhou?"
Since the establishment of the Demon Suppressing Bureau, there had been no grand temple-building by demons. Even if there was, it would be due to special circumstances and limited to a very small area.
"No," Shen Yi shook his head. He didn't have the leisure to turn himself into a statue and place it in a temple; just thinking about it made him cringe.
(End of Chapter)
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