Chapter 347: Fairy Tumi is Provoked

"Master, are we not going back to Ding'anju?" Xiao Chiyanzi asked while picking at some moss, his pair of eyes blinking, clear as a mountain stream.

Just a moment of distraction, and Xiao Chiyanzi had been spirited away to the side of the stream by his master.

"Go back for what? To let them roast us?" Tumi Xianzi picked at her nails and said disdainfully, "Baili Wudao is easy enough to talk to; a beating would suffice, but those disciples of his are not to be trifled with, they're troublesome!" She sighed, "Small ghosts are hard to deal with! Let's dampen his arrogance first, then go meet him later."

"Tsk! Take good care of my treasures, what are you picking at!" Tumi Xianzi said, slapping Xiao Chiyanzi on the head, though the touch was extremely gentle.

Xiao Chiyanzi scratched his head and pursed his lips.

It was still a long way off before the Guangling Fragrance would be ready, yet his master insisted on running over to watch it every day, as if she never grew tired of it.

Looking at the unconvinced little child, Tumi Xianzi smiled, then looked at her nails with satisfaction—the butterfly she had embroidered today was truly beautiful.

While Tumi Xianzi was at ease, the Wude Envoy Xiao was having a rather agonizing time.

Since he began working for the Emperor, Xiao Liangqing had not been without his share of dirty deeds, but he had never laid a hand on women or children. Now, having to watch Chen Siye burn down Ding'anju, his conscience truly found it hard to justify.

Outside Ding'anju, the raging fire scorched faces, and thick smoke billowed, shooting straight into the clouds.

Xiao Liangqing could no longer bear to watch and was about to speak up to dissuade Chen Siye, when he heard Chen Siye say in a deep voice:

"Lord Wude Envoy, one who eats the ruler's salary must be loyal to the ruler's affairs. Furthermore, this concerns the Heavenly Dao and the state; do not be soft-hearted like a woman."

Chen Siye looked firm, and since his words were reasonable, Xiao Liangqing could not say anything more and had to let the fire burn on.

"Yo! Yo yo yo!"

At this moment, an untimely voice rang out from behind them.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're all grown up, yet you're still playing with fire. How naughty! Even my Chiyanzi doesn't play with it anymore!"

Xiao Chiyanzi, standing to the side, rolled his eyes at these words and muttered to himself, "Don't we burn wood and cook every single day! And she's always complaining about this and that!"

The group was shocked and hurriedly looked back; it was indeed the woman from before.

Once Xiao Liangqing reacted, he let out a long sigh of relief, though he was still astonished by the woman's martial arts, being able to come and go without a trace.

Yet how could Xiao Liangqing know that even if the current Imperial Preceptor Baili Wudao were here, he would not dare to underestimate the woman before them.

It was just that there were those who did not know their own limits and insisted on courting death before they would stop.

First were the three Imperial Guards; their long life in the underworld before entering the court had created the habit of their hands acting faster than their minds. The three of them rushed over in a few leaps, and Xiao Liangqing couldn't even stop them.

Seeing that the three were already within reach, the woman was not in the least bit panicked. She kept her left hand behind her back and gave a graceful wave with her right, and the three of them stood like statues, unable to move a muscle.

Chen Siye was greatly alarmed, thinking to himself that this was bad.

He had seen earlier that this woman's cultivation was profound, but he had not expected it to be this deep—she could perform a immobilization spell without even forming hand seals.

Tumi Xianzi sighed; she truly did not want to have a conflict with the Imperial Court, which was why she had taken Xiao Chiyanzi and fled. Calculating the time, they should have been gone, but she hadn't expected to see them again upon returning.

Why bother? Why risk one's life for a monthly salary of three or four taels?

Chen Siye pondered for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and waved it. The flames wrapping around Ding'anju all returned to the hilt of the sword in his hand, yet Ding'anju remained completely unscathed!

But now was not the time to worry about that.

As soon as the flames returned to the hilt, Chen Siye swung his long arm, and the sword in his hand whipped toward Tumi Xianzi like a long lash.

Seeing the flames drawing closer and closer, Xiao Chiyanzi could almost smell his own hair burning.

Yet Tumi Xianzi still kept one hand behind her back, and with just two fingers raised, she caught the flames with ease.

In Tumi Xianzi's hand, the flames lost all their previous ferocity, becoming instead like a docile little snake.

"Good fellow! Baili Laoer really went all out, giving you the Tengshe Mace."

So it was the fire-elemental supreme treasure, the Tengshe Mace.

Tumi Xianzi raised her left hand and flicked it, and a pebble struck Chen Siye's hand that was gripping the sword. Chen Siye felt a sharp pain and could not help but let go.

As soon as Chen Siye let go, Tumi Xianzi gave a light tug, and the Tengshe Mace was in her hand.

"What a pity, what a pity. I don't like using blades or guns, otherwise, such a fine Spirit Treasure would have been a great profit." As she spoke, she flicked her hand and tossed the Tengshe Mace back to Chen Siye, while the witchcraft on the three Imperial Guards was also undone, and they all collapsed to the ground.

Chen Siye was terrified; to be able to catch even the Imperial Preceptor's magical artifact with such ease—this woman was truly not to be underestimated.

How should he deal with this now?

Having spent more years in the underworld, Xiao Liangqing saw at a glance that Tumi Xianzi had no intention of being hostile. He hurriedly pressed Chen Siye down, then stepped forward and cupped his hands:

"I have offended you, and I hope you will forgive us. We came here this time under the orders of the Imperial Preceptor to eradicate the star of disaster. I hope the Fairy can make things convenient and let us..."

As Xiao Liangqing spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Chiyanzi.

"... hand this child over to us."

"What? A star of disaster?"

Tumi Xianzi seemed to have heard the greatest joke in the world, laughing until she doubled over, and only stopped when she nearly ran out of breath.

This display made Xiao Chiyanzi, standing to the side, roll his eyes—how truly pretentious...

"Baili Laoer says my little disciple is a star of disaster? Does he have proof?"

Tumi Xianzi kept saying "Baili Laoer" over and over again, which made Chen Siye very unhappy.

"The Imperial Preceptor has divine foresight and calculated that the star of disaster is in the southwest, which is why he sent us to execute him and appease the wrath of Heaven."

"Oh~" Tumi Xianzi glanced at Xiao Chiyanzi, and seeing his expression was normal, she spoke: "So that means he didn't say it? It's just your own wishful thinking."

Chen Siye frowned, suddenly unable to respond.

It had to be said that what the woman in front of him said was reasonable; the Imperial Preceptor only said the disaster originated in the southwest, but he never explicitly stated who it was, nor did he say exactly where.

But...

"This child looks so strange, he doesn't look like a mortal at all. If he isn't the star of disaster, then who could it be?!"

Chen Siye shouted with his neck stiffened; he did not want to lose face in front of this woman, but he did not expect that as soon as these words left his mouth, the woman before him arched her willow brows, widened her almond eyes, and roared back at him.

"Shut your mouth! You ignorant fool, has everything your master taught you been fed to the dogs?!" As she spoke, she looked at Xiao Chiyanzi beside her; the little person just kept his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing him like this, Tumi Xianzi's anger grew even more.

"Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Baili Laoer!"

Tumi Xianzi took an object from her sleeve—it was actually a medicinal plaster. She flicked her hand, and the plaster stuck to Chen Siye's mouth; no matter how he tore at it, he could not pull it off.

Ptooey!

Her disciple could only be bullied by her; how could such a boorish man insult him at will?

"You just stay there and reflect on yourself properly!"