Chapter 328: Obtaining Forest Shadow in Xin Yi's Camp

Xin Yi never imagined that he would be tossed out just like that, and tossed to a woman who was shameless and lacked all propriety—the Demon Race probably distinguishes between men and women, right...

He only learned later that this woman was named Guihua, a general of the Demon Race. Upon hearing this news, Xin Yi truly rolled his eyes at the heavens.

Could it be that women can also serve as generals in the Demon Race?

It is not to say that women cannot be generals; Lady Hao of the Shang Dynasty and Xun Guan of the Western Jin were both heroines who were no less than any man, but as for this Guihua...

Naturally, Xin Yi did not care about the affairs of the Demon Race, but she did at least bear the title of general. In Xin Yi's mind, a position like general should be upright, unyielding, and full of martial integrity.

Setting aside gender, Guihua's conduct and style alone did not resemble that of a general. There is no need to mention her wantonness in broad daylight; she even had a new trick every day, and the soldiers she summoned into her tent never repeated. To be so filthy and chaotic, is she even worthy of being a general of an army?

But how could Xin Yi know that the Demon Race is not like the Human Race.

Humans are taught by their parents from birth, learning propriety from a young age, so they naturally distinguish between etiquette, righteousness, integrity, and shame, but the Demon Race is different. The Demon Race was born in the Netherworld and has never been constrained by dogma since ancient times, which is why their conduct and style are so unscrupulous.

Ever since Bai Wuchang handed Xin Yi over to Guihua, although Guihua was unwilling, she had technically agreed. But as soon as Bai Wuchang left, she threw Xin Yi into a pile of Demon Soldiers, calling it "tempering his muscles and bones" with a fancy name.

That day, Bai Wuchang had said that if it weren't for Wumin Jun being ordered to lobby the various tribes of Manzhou, he would not have handed Xin Yi over to Guihua. Although the tone was flat, the words praised Guihua to the heavens. Hearing this, Guihua was naturally refreshed and agreed readily.

Xin Yi did not know who this Wumin Jun they spoke of was, nor did he know why he had to go lobby Manzhou, but what he did know was that he must learn skills well now so that he could save his mother in the future.

That is the logic, but in reality, it was not that easy.

These past two days in the military camp, Xin Yi had suffered no small amount.

The soldiers of the Demon Race are not like humans; although they can communicate with each other, their temperaments are extremely fierce. In their own words, whoever is the strongest gets to speak.

In the entire military camp, Xin Yi was the only mortal, and he was just a child to begin with. Surrounded by the Demon Race, he appeared particularly frail. Because of this, those Demon Soldiers always liked to bully him intentionally or unintentionally.

Fortunately, Xin Yi had practiced martial arts since he was young. Although he could not be called very strong, the so-called "external training of muscles, bones, and skin" meant he could still hold his own.

The days passed like this, day by day, endured with difficulty.

Suddenly one day, the camp was filled with noise and commotion, so lively that even Guihua, who indulged in sensual pleasures and wallowed in debauchery, was startled.

Guihua rushed out cursing and swearing, shouting about which plague-stricken wretch was disturbing her good time, only to find her subordinates gathered in a pile, cheering and boasting, not knowing what they were doing.

Could it be they were fighting again? They really are a handful!

Just as Guihua was about to step forward to shout a stop, she discovered that the one surrounded by her subordinates was Xin Yi, and the other was actually a small child.

"Feilian!"

That red-lipped, white-toothed, small-horned little shrimp was none other than the commander of the Southeast Camp!

What is this brat doing coming to the Northwest Camp?

Guihua furrowed her brows. She had never liked this short Feilian; not to mention him, there was not a single person in the entire Demon Realm she thought highly of.

Of course, except for the one on the throne.

Therefore, as one of the Four Directions Demon Generals, Guihua never cared to interact with the other three. Even when the Demon Lord summoned them to the hall, it was considered her being merciful if she didn't throw out a couple of sarcastic remarks.

Over the past few hundred years, although there were occasional squabbles, generally speaking, they were at peace. It was just that this Feilian and she had never crossed paths; why did he think to come to her camp to cause trouble today?

Did the guards of the camp think she was dead?

Guihua grabbed a Demon Soldier who was watching the fun and asked for the reason. The Demon Soldier, who had been focused on the spectacle, originally wanted to strike back when disturbed, but upon turning his head and seeing it was his own general, he hurriedly apologized and replied: "The little general heard that a human had come to the general's camp and said he came over to play around, but who would have thought that Xin Yi is quite resistant to a beating; he has been beaten until now without making a sound, but..."

It was at this moment that Feilian was heard turning his head and roaring: "Who said I'm small? Are you looking to die?"

Hearing Feilian's roar, the Demon Soldier couldn't help but shrink his neck, and the words he hadn't finished were stuck in his throat, not daring to come out.

Seeing this, Guihua's brows furrowed even tighter.

How sensitive Feilian was about his small stature was something no one in the entire Demon Realm didn't know. Even she usually rarely said words like "small" or "short" in front of him. This brainless fool actually dared to say it on the spot; he really didn't know how to value his life. It was thanks to Feilian being able to hear it in such a noisy situation, but this was her territory after all, and it wasn't the turn of this brat to run wild. Besides...

Guihua took a look at the scarred Xin Yi. The clothes on his body were already soaked with blood, and he looked extremely wretched. His small frame looked pitiful.

Forget it, forget it. He was, after all, a person entrusted by the Right Prime Minister, and it is said he will be of great use in the future. If something were to happen to him now, she feared she would not be able to explain it well.

Thinking this, Guihua leaped and blocked in front of Xin Yi, grabbing the giant sickle he swung.

Feilian looked displeased: "Stinky woman, I was having fun, what are you doing?"

Guihua looked disdainful, and with a flick of her finger, she sent Feilian's giant sickle flying.

"Although this kid is a lowly human, he is currently my disciple. You don't manage your Southeast Camp and instead come to my Northwest Camp to run wild; what is the logic in that?"

Hearing this, not to mention Feilian, even the Demon Soldiers in the camp all had looks of astonishment on their faces.

They had never heard that their general had taken a disciple. Moreover, everyone had bullied Xin Yi all over these past few days, and they hadn't seen the general come out to speak for him. What was this today? Could it be that she really put him in the camp to temper him? Then these past few days, wouldn't it be...

Feilian was first astonished, then looked disdainful: "You actually took a mortal as a disciple? That is truly..."

"What? Are you jealous?" Before Feilian could finish, Guihua interrupted.

"Jealous?" Feilian snorted, but did not continue.

Right now, this woman was blocking his way, and it looked like she was determined to protect that little brat. A conflict with her here and now would probably not end well. If it reached the Demon Lord, there was no guarantee he wouldn't be reprimanded.

Forget it, forget it. He was just a mortal; at worst, he would just grab a few more to take back and play with later. It wasn't worth getting tangled up with this woman.

Thinking this, Feilian snorted coldly again, then called his attendants and turned to leave.

After Feilian left, Guihua ordered someone to take Xin Yi into the camp for proper medical treatment. Before leaving, she threw a booklet to him, saying only that he should contemplate it well and she would come to test him in a few days.

This could be considered giving Bai Wuchang an explanation.

After Guihua left, Xin Yi stared blankly at the book in his hand, and on the cover of that book were written the two characters "Forest Shadow".

This is the Forest Shadow cultivation technique of the Lu Family!

"Since I am your master, as the saying goes, 'a teacher for a day is a father for life,' is this how you talk to your master?" She sighed as she spoke, "Children grow up and don't listen to their mothers, oh! I went to such great pains to teach you skills, you really make this mother sad!"

Seeing Xin Yi's eyes full of anger, Guihua complained pretentiously, but Xin Yi did not fall for it at all.

The Demon Race caused his family to be destroyed and his home ruined, and the woman before him had killed his mother. How could he speak kindly to her?

Resisting the tide of darkness before his eyes, Xin Yi hissed: "That's right, this skill of mine was indeed taught by you, but if I remember correctly, what I learned were all Lu Family techniques. The Demon Race caused my family to be destroyed and my home ruined; as a member of the Demon Race, what qualifications do you have to call yourself my master in front of me?"

Now he only had Guining left!

"Give her back to me!"

Xin Yi roared, but this sound seemed to have used up all of Xin Yi's strength. He finally could not hold on and collapsed, the darkness surging uncontrollably. But even as he fell, he kept looking at Maidong, until the darkness pulled him away.

Yet Guihua merely curled her lips.

The secret manual that Bai Wuchang had handed to Guihua back then was supposed to be taught to Xin Yi, but after looking at it for a few days, Guihua could not understand the methods within; however, she had to complete the task somehow, so she eventually just tossed it to Xin Yi and told him to study it himself, never expecting that the cultivation technique was actually a secret art of the Lu Family.

She was quite innocent too; who could have known?

With an indifferent expression, Guihua pinched Maidong's chin and looked him over from left to right, appearing very satisfied.

Oh well, oh well, it could be considered obtaining a decent plaything; there will surely be a good show to watch in the future!