Chapter 94: The Three-Colored Bell
Chapter 94: The Three-Colored Bell
In the quiet room, Fang Heng finished speaking and lowered his arms, cautiously taking half a step back.
Ever since they met, every time he wanted to say something to keep the other person here, his arms would suffer, first his right arm, then both...
Yet he still stared intently at the youth clad in ink-black robes sitting by the table.
Among Master's criteria for accepting disciples, talent was ranked below the killing intent. Regardless of which senior brother or sister, including himself, they were all the most ruthless batch when it came to killing demons, with achievements far surpassing their peers.
This was because Qingzhou was not as peaceful as it seemed on the surface.
It was like a building made of sand, appearing stable but actually extremely fragile, ready to collapse at the slightest touch.
What Qingzhou needed now was not someone with exceptional talent, who devoted themselves to cultivation, quickly breaking through realms, and then leaving like an immortal untainted by the mortal world.
What they needed was a slaughter god! One who could suppress demon kings! A butcher who could make countless demons cower at their feet!
Apart from Lin Baiwei, Fang Heng was the only person in the Demon Suppression Division to witness Shen Yi's terrifying growth rate. In just five days, he had mastered the technique of Severing Veins and Capturing Dragons, and the Four Harmonious True Qi.
More importantly, he had never seen a hint of fear in Shen Yi's eyes.
Whether it was in Water Cloud Village or climbing Qingfeng Mountain.
The departing figure was always slender yet unwavering.
The River God is dead, and the Flood Dragon has perished! The sword at his waist was still as black as ink, but the bloody scent on it grew stronger.
Such a person should not be sent away to temper their heart and endure decades or even centuries of hardship to become a general guarding a county.
Shen Yi should continue to kill, until he becomes an existence like Senior Sister Jiang, vying for the position of commander-in-chief! With his sharp blade, he will awe-inspire the twelve counties!
Senior Sister Baiwei hasn't returned yet.
Right now, apart from himself, no one knows how extraordinary Shen Yi truly is, not just in martial arts cultivation but also in his astounding calmness and self-reliance.
What a commander-in-chief needs most is that air of self-confidence bordering on arrogance.
After all, he is relied upon by countless people, yet he has no one to depend on.
"I..."
Fang Heng felt a tingling sensation in his throat and couldn't help but want to explain to Shen Yi.
Just then, he saw Shen Yi lift his eyes slightly, holding a cup of water, and lazily look at him.
"Who told you that I'm going to Linjiang County?"
As these words left his mouth, the two figures outside the courtyard paused slightly. Bai Ziming rolled his eyes and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Fang Heng also fell silent, taking a moment to realize what Shen Yi meant. After a long while, he dazedly turned his gaze to the new Yin-Yang Fish robe on the bed.
"Then why didn't you... refuse..."
"Why should I refuse?"
Shen Yi took another sip of warm water and asked curiously, "Can't I have both?"
If he remembered correctly, he didn't receive any orders to go to Linjiang County, did he? Does being a personal attendant to a general mean he can't stay in Qingzhou City and continue handling matters? He doesn't need any help from a captain or a lieutenant.
Moreover, the performance of the people in the Demon Suppression Division lately has been... really lacking.
Shen Yi truly couldn't be bothered with them.
"Both...?"
Fang Heng's eyelids twitched. This was the first time he had heard of such a thing.
Holding onto Commander Chen Qiantian's coattails... and then doing his own thing?
"Mm." Shen Yi nodded.
Fang Heng fell silent again, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.
This sounded outrageous, but there were no related rules against it. After all, many generals had endured their entire lives for this bit of stability, and who would stop just before reaching their goal?
Seeing Shen Yi's calm expression, Fang Heng became conflicted, "Do you also feel... that it's not right to be too comfortable here?"
"Nonsense."
Shen Yi rolled his eyes at Fang Heng, who would dislike living a stable life? He wasn't a good-for-nothing.
"Because I'm sick."
A rare hint of teasing flashed across Shen Yi's face as he picked up his chopsticks to pick at the large pig knuckles in the food box. Eating pig's knuckles required first biting the skin.
He wasn't actually brushing off Fang Heng's question.
He truly had a very serious illness.
For instance, in front of the Liu family's door, when he first saw the black-skinned dog demon, his hand had unconsciously reached out to stop it.
And when he saw the group of weak and helpless children lying in the field, he had inexplicably walked past them and stood before the yellow-skinned demon.
Shen Yi was trying his best to get rid of this bad habit that could get him killed.
But so far, he hadn't seen any results.
So he could only tirelessly work on improving his strength, hoping that the next time he unconsciously reached out or took a step forward, he would be able to protect his life with the ink knife in his hand.
At the courtyard gate.
The middle-aged man's expression was a little unpleasant, while the little girl covered her mouth, her body shaking as tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and her feet kept kicking his arm.
"Ha... he's going to... this isn't a baby, his ambition is terrifying."
"I really—" The little girl stopped laughing, jumped down from his shoulder, and her eyes deepened. "I really like him."
"Granny, where are you going?" The middle-aged man frowned, clearly not expecting Shen Yi to have such thoughts.
"I want to see if he really dares to ask for anything."
The little girl in green jumped and hopped to the door, glanced at Bai Ziming, and said, "Scram."
"Hey!"
Bai Ziming nodded honestly, not paying attention to his junior brother. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked out of the courtyard.
Fortunately, this silly boy hadn't had time to leak the secret... it had been a close call.
After he left.
The young girl in green showed a sweet smile again, stood on tiptoe, and knocked on the door with her feet. Her soft voice called out, "Big brother, can Aqian come in?"
"......"
Inside the room, Shen Yi narrowed his eyes, and the hand holding the chopsticks gradually tensed up.
This was the first time... someone had entered this small courtyard without him noticing. The last time he had this experience was in Boyun County with those two demon snakes.
Fang Heng was stunned, suddenly feeling as if he had been struck by lightning.
His face turned deathly pale as he turned around, gritted his teeth, and moved his numb arms with difficulty to pull open the door. Looking down at the small figure in front of him, he subconsciously said, "Old..."
Hearing that word, a dangerous look appeared in the little girl's eyes, and she said indifferently in a soft voice, "You scram too."
Fang Heng turned to look at Shen Yi, then silently left the house.
After his tall and sturdy figure left, Shen Yi finally saw the little girl. She wore a light green skirt, stood barefoot, had dense eyelashes, and a white and delicate face with chubby cheeks that made her look adorable.
Seeing Aqian's sweet smile and her pearly white teeth, her big, watery eyes curiously looked at him.
The handsome young man returned her gaze with a gentle smile.
Soon after, he quietly reached out and placed his hand on the hilt of his waist knife.
This harmless-looking little thing in front of him had given him the greatest pressure he had felt in a long time!
"Hee hee, don't be nervous."
Aqian watched his movements, jumped and hopped onto a chair, put her arms on the table, and brought her chubby little face close to Shen Yi's, saying, "I accidentally overheard what big brother said just now, so I came to ask..."
She held out her wrist, and the golden bell rang with a crisp sound.
Between her white fingers was a silver bell of the same design: "Do you want this?"
Shen Yi stared at the bell, and a hint of confusion flashed in his pitch-black eyes.
He had seen bells like this before in Boyun County, in the hands of the fox demon. However, those were made of copper, and he had thought they were treasure artifacts bestowed by the fox demon's elders. Now, he saw one here in the Demon Suppression Division.
Three identical bells.
They swayed in his mind and before his eyes, emitting a crisp and pleasant sound.
(End of Chapter)
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