Chapter 119: Thousand-Year Tree Demon — The Internal Competition Is Brutal, So I'm Lying Flat

Qian Nü world, within a dense forest.

"Boom boom boom..."

One thunderous roar after another rang out. Ning Caichen, whose strength had risen, felt magic power surging within him. The dharma instrument in his hand — the Jin Gang Staff — blazed with golden light, and against the Tree Demon Granny, it became a one-sided slaughter.

With the boost from the gourmet shop's food, Ning Caichen at this moment was like a god descending from the heavens.

He kept swinging the dharma instrument in his hand, severing every branch in his path.

"Go to hell!"

Seizing the chance, the Jin Gang Staff in his hand instantly turned a fiery red, and then blazed with scorching flames, like a pillar of fire reaching to the heavens.

"Bang!"

He smashed it down violently, and the Tree Demon Granny immediately sensed the threat of death closing in.

Accompanied by a tremendous roar, in an instant dust and smoke spread in all directions.

By the time the sky-shrouding dust cleared, the Tree Demon Granny's figure was already lying weakly on the ground.

Vast patches of scorched marks from the flames remained, bit by bit obliterating her demonic qi.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, the big-bearded Yan Chixia hurried over from the dense forest not far away.

But the moment he arrived, Yan Chixia was dumbfounded on the spot.

Holy crap, what's going on here?

The thousand-year tree demon was beaten half to death just like that?

Who stepped in — could there be some passing master?

His gaze swept the surroundings, and he saw Ning Caichen's magic power churning within him, holding his dharma instrument as he caught his breath.

Seeing such a scene, Yan Chixia was stunned.

Holy crap, aren't you the scholar who was lodging at Lanruo Temple?

Didn't you say you were a weakling?

What the hell are you doing now?

And the magic power radiating from your body is even more intense than his, Yan Chixia's.

At this moment, Yan Chixia began to doubt his entire life.

Just who exactly is the Daoist slaying demons here — you, or him, Yan Chixia!

Aren't you being a little too fierce!

However, Yan Chixia quickly came back to his senses.

"There's still a demon!"

Glancing at Nie Xiaoqian, who was standing to the side equally stunned, Yan Chixia let out a great shout and prepared to strike.

Without dealing with the thousand-year tree demon, Yan Chixia felt he'd lost face.

But conveniently, a little demon was left here — perfect for him to show off his skills.

But the moment he moved to act, he was stopped by Ning Caichen.

"Big Beard, what are you doing — let go of that female ghost, she's mine!"

Seeing Yan Chixia about to make a move on Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen immediately grew anxious.

Are you kidding me?

He was fighting so hard just now, and you didn't show up.

Now that he's finished the fight, here you come.

And you even want to kill Nie Xiaoqian — you must be dreaming.

You big-bearded bastard, you're up to no good!

"Uh, Scholar, that's a ghost!"

Seeing Ning Caichen blocking him, the big-bearded Yan Chixia was dumbfounded.

After witnessing the scene just now, Yan Chixia had assumed Ning Caichen was the same as him — a man who slays demons.

Naturally, then, he wouldn't let a ghost like Nie Xiaoqian off the hook.

But what was this?

You're actually stopping me?

Is it because I was showing off, so you won't even give me a chance to display my skills?

No way — Scholar, you're actually that kind of person!

"Big Beard, of course I know, but so what if she's a ghost? Can't there be good ghosts?"

In a single stride, he pulled Nie Xiaoqian behind him, shielding her from Yan Chixia.

"You don't ask anything and just go straight to fighting and killing — what if you wrongly kill a good ghost!"

Those righteous-sounding words left the big-bearded Yan Chixia doubting his entire life on the spot.

Holy crap, he couldn't have heard that right!

These days, slaying demons requires asking questions first?

At this rate, won't all the demon-slaying, Dao-protecting heroes under heaven end up dead?

"I'm telling you, Xiaoqian is a good ghost. From now on I'll be watching her — I absolutely won't let her do evil, so rest easy!"

After looking at the Tree Demon Granny, Ning Caichen cherished Nie Xiaoqian all the more.

Damn, not every ghost is a Nie Xiaoqian!

Someone like Nie Xiaoqian is simply the cream of the crop.

Not only can he use her himself, at worst he can sell her for some money later.

How could a female ghost like this have been killed by you?

At this moment, Ning Caichen felt he had realized it far too late.

And Yan Chixia, hearing that Ning Caichen actually wanted to keep watch over a ghost, was completely baffled.

He didn't doubt Ning Caichen's strength.

But he did doubt Ning Caichen's motives.

Don't think he, Yan Chixia, was easy to fool — you scholar, you're clearly up to no good!

Based on his, Yan Chixia's, decades of experience wandering the jianghu.

Bah, what "keeping watch" — that's all just excuses, damn it.

"Hey scholar, what's going on here?"

Pointing at the tree demon Granny on the ground who was nearly done for, Yan Chixia was just one step short of exposing Ning Caichen's lie.

Are you trying to look after someone?

You're just after her body!

You shameless, you despicable, you vile creature!

However, facing Yan Chixia's expression, Ning Caichen was not the least bit afraid.

Say what you will, but he, Ning Caichen, would naturally never back down.

"This tree demon — look at his hideous face, he must be a wicked monster. Killing him is ridding the people of a scourge, don't you think?"

Utterly shameless words, spoken by Ning Caichen without blushing or even breathing hard.

After all, he, Ning Caichen, was also a Necromancer Knight, one who could enter the spirit realm by three inches — his strength could be called terrifying.

Yan Chixia, who considered himself well-versed and experienced, hearing such words, instantly felt his entire understanding collapse.

"Scholar, you play by yourself!"

Saying this to Ning Caichen, Yan Chixia prepared to run.

There was simply no way to communicate with this.

He, Yan Chixia, had wandered the jianghu for decades; big and small matters, he had experienced them all.

But he had never seen a person so utterly shameless.

Scholar, can you have a shred of face?!

Fine, you win — he, Yan Chixia, concedes.

Besides, the tree demon had already been dealt with; whatever remained was trivial.

Let Ning Caichen do whatever he wants.

And with Yan Chixia's departure, the tree demon Granny lying on the ground, barely clinging to her last breath, immediately burst into complete tears.

Big-beard, don't go! Come back!

She, the thousand-year tree demon, knew she was wrong.

Come back and subdue her — she surrenders, she gives in.

From now on she would absolutely never do evil again.

As long as he didn't hand her over to this scholar, anything would do!

This scholar — he's not human!

Listen to these shameless words of his — are they even something a person could say?

What "hideous face" — if you want to call him ugly, just say so, why bother with all this.

Her gaze swept over Nie Xiaoqian, who was shielded behind Ning Caichen, and the tree demon Granny once again felt her own life force about to fade away.

At this moment, she suddenly felt so exhausted.

It must be because she'd stayed at Lanruo Temple too long.

She hadn't expected that the outside world now had such intense involution.

A demon who isn't good-looking really isn't given any way to survive!

She, a dignified thousand-year tree demon, just popped out for a stroll now and then — what of it?

Yet they just had to push her to death like this.

Forget it, no more games — she's tired; this involution is too intense, she's lying flat!