Chapter 94: Three-Colored Bell

In the silent room.

After saying this, Fang Heng lowered his arm and stepped back half a pace, showing a hint of apprehension.

Since they first met, every time he tried to speak to keep the other person, his own arm would suffer, from the right arm to both arms...

But he still stared straight at the young man in black robes sitting by the table.

In the master's criteria for accepting disciples, talent ranks after the heart to kill; every senior brother and senior sister, including himself, was among the most ruthless in slaying demons, with merits far exceeding their peers.

This is because Outside Qingzhou is not as calm as it appears on the surface.

It is like a tower built of sand, seemingly stable, yet collapsing instantly with the slightest touch.

Outside Qingzhou no longer needs geniuses of extraordinary talent who cultivate diligently, break through a realm quickly, and then depart gracefully like immortals untouched by the mortal world.

What is needed is a god of slaughter! One who can suppress the demon kings! A butcher who makes the horde of demons cower and tremble beneath his feet!

Fang Heng was the only person in the Zhen Mo Si, besides Lin Baiwei, who had witnessed Shen Yi's terrifying growth speed firsthand: severing meridians and capturing dragons, the other party took only five days to enter the sect; Four-Combination True Qi, likewise, also took five days.

More importantly, he had never seen fear in the other's eyes.

Whether going to Shuiyun Village or ascending Qingfeng Mountain.

The figure upon leaving was always slender yet brimming with confidence.

The River God died, the flood dragon perished!

The matching blade at his waist was as black as before, yet the fishy scent upon it grew ever stronger.

Such a person should not be sent to temper his mind, endure decades or even a century of hardship, and become a general guarding a single commandery.

The other party should continue killing until he becomes an existence like Jiang Shijie Jiang, competing with her for the position of Grand Marshal! With the sharp blade in hand, terrifying the twelve great commanderies!

Jiang Shijie Bai Wei has not returned yet.

Now, except for himself, no one knows how exaggerated Shen Yi truly is, not only his rapid advancement in martial arts realms, but also his astonishing calmness and composure, and his confidence that never relies on others.

What does a Grand Marshal need most? Is it not that composure so confident it borders on arrogance?

After all, he is the reliance of millions of common people, yet no one can be his reliance.

"I..."

Fang Heng felt the spiciness in his throat and couldn't help but want to explain to the other party.

Just then, he saw Shen Yi lift his eyes slightly, holding a water cup, and look lazily in his direction.

"Who told you I am going to Linjiang Commandery?"

Upon hearing this, the two figures outside the courtyard door were slightly stunned; Bai Ziming rolled his eyes and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fang Heng also fell silent, unable to react for a long time, and only after a long while did he blankly turn his gaze to the brand-new yin-yang fish-patterned clothing on the bed.

"Then why... didn't you refuse..."

"Why should I refuse?"

Shen Yi took another sip of warm water and asked in confusion, "Can't I have it all?"

If he remembered correctly, he hadn't received any order requiring him to go to Linjiang Commandery; couldn't an adjutant general remain in Outside Qingzhou City to continue handling affairs? He didn't need any Captain or adjutant general to help him.

Mainly because, for so long, the performance of the people in the Zhen Mo Si... was simply too incompetent.

Shen Yi truly felt no interest.

"All, have it all?"

Fang Heng's eyelid twitched; for the first time, he discovered things could be done this way.

Pulling the tiger skin of old man Chen Qiankun... and then doing his own thing?

"Yeah." Shen Yi nodded.

Fang Heng fell silent again, wanting to say something, yet not knowing where to start.

Such a thing sounds utterly ridiculous upon hearing it, but there happened to be no relevant rules; after all, many adjutant generals had endured a lifetime just for these stable days, so who would stop their steps when only one step away from the goal?

Seeing the other party's calm expression, Fang Heng became conflicted instead: "Do you also feel uncomfortable staying too settled?"

"Nonsense."

Shen Yi rolled his eyes wordlessly at him; who would dislike living too steadily? He wasn't masochistic.

"Then why?"

Fang Heng finally felt a curiosity that could not be extinguished.

"Because I am sick."

A rare hint of teasing appeared on Shen Yi's face as he picked up his chopsticks to take a large pork knuckle from the food box; to eat a pork knuckle, one must first peel the skin.

He was actually not just brushing the other party off.

He truly had a very serious illness.

For instance, at the Liu family gate, when he first saw the black-skinned dog demon, that hand that involuntarily reached out to block the other party.

When he saw the group of little brats collapsed between the ridges, those two legs that inexplicably stepped past them to stand before the yellow weasel.

Shen Yi was trying hard to get rid of this bad habit that would kill him.

But so far, no results have been seen.

So he can only strive, without ceasing, to increase his strength, hoping that next time he accidentally reaches out a hand, or takes a step, he can use the black blade in his palm to protect his own life.

At the courtyard gate.

The middle-aged man's face looked somewhat ugly, while the little girl covered her mouth, shivering all over, tears welling up again at the corners of her eyes, and her little feet kicked his arm uncontrollably.

"Ha... he wants it all... this is no baby; his ambition is terrifying."

"I really—" The girl stopped laughing, leaped down from the shoulder, and her eyes became deep: "I like it very much."

"Grandma, where are you going?" The middle-aged man's brows suddenly tightened, clearly not expecting Shen Yi to have such thoughts.

"I want to see if he really dares to want everything."

The little girl, dressed in emerald green, hopped and skipped to the door, glanced at Bai Ziming, and said, "Get lost."

"Eh!"

Bai Ziming nodded honestly, disregarding his junior brother, let out a sigh, and walked briskly out of the courtyard.

Fortunately, that silly boy hadn't had time to leak the secret... truly dangerous.

After he left.

The small girl in green clothes showed a sweet smile again, stood on tiptoe to knock on the door, and called out in a soft, sticky voice: "Big brother, may Aunt Aqian come in?"

"..."

Inside the room, Shen Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his hand holding the chopsticks gradually tensing.

This was the first time... someone had stepped into this small courtyard without him noticing at all; the last time he had such an experience was back in Boyun County with those two demon snakes.

Fang Heng froze for a moment, then suddenly felt as if struck by lightning all over his body.

Turning with a pale face, he gritted his teeth and struggled to move his numb arm, pulling open the wooden door, looking down at the petite figure before him, and instinctively said: "Eld..."

Hearing that word, dangerous expression surged in the little girl's eyes; she spoke coldly and softly: "You get out too."

Fang Heng glanced back at Shen Yi, then silently left the room.

After his tall, sturdy figure departed, Shen Yi finally saw that little one: wearing a jade-green small skirt, standing barefoot, with thick eyelashes, and a Bai Xi, delicate, chubby face that was very pleasing to see.

Seeing Aunt Aqian sweetly revealing her pearl-like teeth, her pair of watery eyes looking at him curiously.

The handsome youth returned a gentle smile.

Immediately after, he quietly reached out and placed his hand on the hilt of the blade at his waist.

This harmless-looking little thing before him had given him the greatest pressure he had felt in so long!

"Hehe, don't be nervous."

Aunt Aqian took his action in her eyes, hopped up onto a chair, propped her two arms on the table, and brought her chubby little face close to Shen Yi: "I accidentally overheard big brother speaking just now, so I came in to ask..."

She extended her wrist, the golden bell tinkling.

Between her green-onion-white fingers hung a silver bell of the same shape: "Do you want this one?"

Shen Yi stared at the bell, a flicker of confusion passing through his dark eyes.

He had seen bells like this before in Boyun County, right in the hands of the fox demon; only they were made of copper, and at the time he thought they were treasures bestowed by the fox demon's elders, yet now they had appeared inside the Zhen Mo Si.

Three identical bells.

Swung simultaneously in his mind and before his eyes, emitting a crisp, pleasant sound.

(End of this chapter)