Chapter 195: No Master-Disciple Relationship

The main gate of the Zhen Mo Si office building slowly opened.

You Longtao silently walked to the side of his colleague.

He truly could not understand why General Shen held such severe prejudice against Yin Spirit cultivators; Aunt Aqian could go, Senior Wu could go, yet he was the one being spurned.

"Now, should Jiang Mou be allowed to know?" Jiang Yuanhua adjusted his breathing and looked indifferently at Aunt Aqian inside the door.

"Guard your Outside Qingzhou well."

Aunt Aqian rolled her eyes and walked out toward the crowd.

You Longtao handed over sealed secret letters, prepared in advance, to the other Zhen Mo Si Generals; the content on the letters was actually very simple: to guard each commandery more cautiously during this period.

To avoid falling into the scheme of drawing the tiger away from the mountain.

Only then did he walk to his master's side and whisper a few words softly.

Since the matter was already settled, there was naturally no need to hide it from his master; it was simply that Aunt Aqian was too lazy to pay him any mind.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuanhua slowly closed his eyes.

Of course, he knew why he was being guarded against.

It was nothing more than fear that upon learning this news, he would force Qiu Lan to leave Outside Qingzhou to ambush the young demon king.

The expression of this Commandant my lord remained as still as an ancient well, without a ripple.

He let out a long sigh.

When he opened his eyes again to look at that Miss inside the door, his gaze dimmed slightly.

The taste of being viewed in such a manner was truly enough to make one's tongue feel astringent.

And what made Jiang Yuanhua feel even more nauseous was that after thinking it through carefully, he realized he would indeed make such a decision.

"..."

He said nothing about staying safe or the like.

If the other party heard it, they would likely feel no warmth, but would feel equally nauseous.

He nodded slightly toward Jiang Qiulan, then turned and left the place.

Since these people had already made their plans.

Then he too must do what needed to be done, such as focusing his mind on watching over Xiao Yue, while simultaneously preparing for the demon and monster counterattack should the ambush fail.

Shen Yi walked out of the Zhen Mo Si office building unhurriedly.

He casually glanced at the few people behind him.

They had exchanged information inside the pavilion earlier.

Aunt Aqian was the most senior Golden Bell Demon Hunter in Outside Qingzhou... although he had guessed the other party was pretending to be young, he truly did not expect her to be older than Old Master Chen.

Recalling the "Big Brother" Aunt Aqian had called out back then, Shen Yi instinctively clenched his palm.

The other party was an Embracing Elixir Realm martial artist, nourishing the inner elixir with vital blood; this was considered a relatively normal path. Now, she had long since broken through the second gate, and the Dao fetus accumulated within her inner elixir was quite substantial, though still some distance from condensing a true Dao infant.

In comparison, Wu Feng was slightly inferior; he too had condensed a Dao fetus, but it was not yet fully mature.

Shen Yi suddenly realized that even without counting body-refining martial arts, judging solely by realm cultivation, he had already surpassed these old seniors.

Progress was quite fast.

Besides these two, the remaining Jiang Qiulan was the true asset.

She might have many shortcomings, but judging solely by killing power, she could truly be called the number one person in Outside Qingzhou beneath the Commandant.

"Do you need to prepare a mount?"

Aunt Aqian looked at Jiang Qiulan; Demon Hunters might not be very skilled in combat, but their techniques for suppressing aura, creating illusions, and lightness skills were all of the highest quality.

Chen Qiankun's crimson steed was waiting at the entrance of the Zhen Mo Si.

But such a magnificent creature, when running, created a huge commotion; it felt less like going to ambush and more like giving the demons advance warning.

"No need."

Jiang Qiulan looked calmly at Shen Yi.

The other party had already agreed to it earlier.

Wu Feng clicked his tongue; what did this mean? Was she preparing to ride General Shen over?

Shen Yi stopped his steps and casually grabbed Jiang Qiulan by the back of her collar.

"..."

Jiang Qiulan stared at him, reached out and slapped the back of his hand, her gaze falling on her own waist.

Shen Yi was not a dawdler; he casually wrapped his arm around the Miss's willow waist, and immediately transformed into a clear breeze, vanishing from the spot, heading in the direction Aunt Aqian had indicated.

"Wow."

Aunt Aqian blinked her eyes; this young man had some skill.

Putting aside how capable he was at slaying demons, he had silently taken hold of Outside Qingzhou's most beautiful Miss.

She looked at Wu Feng beside her.

"Old hag."

Wu Feng rolled his eyes; although he did not possess the method of teleportation, once he unleashed his peerless lightness skill, he ran like a swift lightning bolt, and was actually not much slower than Shen Yi.

"Tsk."

Aunt Aqian disdainfully pouted her lips and followed suit.

Outside Outside Qingzhou, this was a place the Zhen Mo Si could not govern.

There were no majestic cities, nor did smoke rise from hearths in waves; all that met the eye were green hills and blue waters.

As they ventured deeper, they could no longer even name the place.

"Actually, this already counts as leaving the Great Qian Dynasty."

Jiang Qiulan leaned against Shen Yi, and a rare hint of longing appeared in her clear eyes.

"You seem a little nervous?"

Shen Yi glanced sideways; both of them had rather cold temperaments, and with the Black Armor between them, there was actually no ambiguous atmosphere at all.

"Kill it, and I can leave."

Jiang Qiulan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her breathing faltering for an instant.

Outside Qingzhou, there were no two master and disciple sharing the same surname.

There was only one who passed down the Dao and resolved doubts, and another who took orders and handled matters.

The sharpest sword of Outside Qingzhou was, in truth, a very fitting title.

She was merely a sharp blade that Jiang Yuanhua had picked up, from beginning to end existing only for slaughter; only after finishing this task could she change from a sword back into a person.

Then leave this place, and begin her own life.

Everyone assumed she would bear a grudge against her master.

In truth, she did not.

Because she had never truly acknowledged any master at all.

From the moment her old friend left.

Jiang Qiulan realized, with absolute clarity, exactly what kind of existence she was in Jiang Yuanhua's eyes.

The feelings she treasured most were, to the Commander, a tool to temper her temperament and teach her a lesson.

He had not even harmed her old friend; on the contrary, he had given it martial arts and weapons — he had simply not stopped it from seeking revenge.

Leaving her without even a reason to bear a grudge.

To survive in this demon-haunted, chaotic age.

Jiang Qiulan needed cultivation methods and resources, and the Commander cared nothing for any reciprocation of master-disciple affection — he only needed a blade capable of taking down the Lesser Demon King.

She would give her all… even if it meant staking her life to complete this task — nothing more.

But she truly was exhausted.

Even the sharpest sword needs a scabbard to rest in, to gain a moment's respite.

Jiang Qiulan looked at the hand at her waist; she had never once so trustingly exposed her weakness to another person — what a strange new feeling.

"We're here."

Shen Yi landed swiftly and released Jiang Qiulan.

This was the spot Aunt Aqian had arranged in advance.

He looked around and found that, even though they had already left the Great Qian Dynasty far behind, it was not the demon-infested wasteland he had imagined.

Golden light gathered in his eyes — the Qi-Gazing Art combined with the Golden Eagle divine ability.

He saw, far behind the mountains ahead, dense red mist rising; compared to that overwhelming demonic aura, even the old flood dragon he had slain earlier paled by a wide margin.

But there was only one.

Where's the ambush?

Shen Yi's brow furrowed slightly.

Could it be that the Qi-Gazing Art is ineffective against the Howling Moon Demon King?

(End of chapter)