Chapter 3141: My Wife and I Roleplay Daily Life 26

Chenshu's fingertip pressed against the mark on Jin Chen's cheek, rubbing it slightly, and she sent a trace of Spiritual Power to check for lingering demonic aura. Fortunately, the skin underneath was clean, only a bloodstain lay across his cheek, its edges already beginning to heal—a thin line that would probably disappear completely in a moment.

Disciples from Unending Peak and Myriad Phenomena Peak crowded the doorway, He Yun rushing to the front, squeezing in to peek inside. Seeing the mark still on Jin Chen's face, He Yun's face fell at once: 'Senior Brother! Do you want some beauty cream?'

Jin Chen weakly waved his hand: 'No need.'

He Yun turned, rolled up his sleeve, condensed Spiritual Light in his palm, and prepared to give that monster a taste of its own medicine.

Xun Zhuang stood beside the table, his lips moving: 'Um… shouldn't we first ask where those captured cultivators are being held…' But before he could finish, the Free and Easy Immortal Sect disciples had already surrounded the lump of monster on the ground.

They swarmed forward, completely ignoring that the bound monster was already in a sorry state, barely able to maintain a female cultivator's form; its shape twisted and shifted in the pink mist, finally becoming an indistinct pink humanoid fox, its eyes filled with terror.

'This is outrageous!' He Yun seized the fox monster's tail and dragged it outside.

Several disciples closed in, beating and cursing as fists, feet, and Spiritual Light rained down alternately, making the fox monster howl.

The fox monster was bound by some unknown artifact's rope, unable to dissipate into pink mist, and could only be held in place while being beaten.

It struggled and shouted: 'You're all crazy! I haven't even hurt him yet—'

He Yun, furious, conjured a whip and lashed out; though he was a spell cultivator, his whip's force was no less than a body cultivator's, each strike accompanied by a tearing sound: 'You've never heard of not hitting the face when you beat someone?'

They specifically targeted the fox monster's face. Its already ordinary features swelled rapidly under the barrage, becoming utterly unrecognizable.

Many other cultivators staying at Ke Zhan heard the commotion and flocked upstairs to look.

They stood in the hallway, watching the fox monster beaten to a bloody pulp; after a while they felt relieved, yet also ached for its face.

A few eager to jump in and add a kick, seeing the Free and Easy Immortal Sect disciples' fierce demeanor, wisely chose to stay as onlookers instead.

Someone whispered, asking what had happened; hearing that someone's face had been ruined, they furtively glanced toward Jin Chen.

Jin Chen half-leaning on Chenshu, wearing an expression of great grievance, he asked her with a cold face: 'Why aren't you back in your room sleeping this late?'

'Didn't you say earlier today that you'd protect me, Senior Brother?'

The crowd watched silently amid the fox monster's wails, thinking: 'Goodness, how could senior brothers that old still share a bed? Even if Free and Easy Immortal Sect is strange, this couldn't possibly happen.'

Chenshu touched Jin Chen's cheek, which had finally stopped bleeding, and whispered: 'The monsters have been capturing many Azure Flame Sect disciples; I originally planned to keep Xun Zhuang and a few fellow cultivators until midnight to lure the monster out.'

Xun Zhuang and his two companions: '……'

To say something so blatantly in front of us…… how embarrassing.

'Senior Brother!' Hao Ha shouted from inside, 'The eldest senior brother is back too!'

Shen Guiyan appeared at the stairwell, Qian Duoduo behind him; Shen Guiyan held a Binding Spirit Lock, its other end tied to a gray-black wolf-like monster, larger than an ordinary wolf by two loops, its limbs wrapped several times by the Spiritual Lock, able only to crawl forward low to the ground, a clump of Spiritual Light stuffed in its mouth to seal it, so it couldn't even whimper.

Qian Duoduo walked beside Shen Guiyan, slipping talisman papers into the wolf monster's mouth as they went.

'Whoa, quite lively.'

Qian Duoduo tiptoed to look upstairs, his gaze sweeping past a few heads blocking the way: 'Fellow cultivators, what's going on? What's going on?'

An enthusiastic cultivator replied: 'Ah, your sect's Senior Brother Jin Chen also caught a monster, though it seems his face was injured…'

Before he could finish, Qian Duoduo's face changed: 'Where?'

Disciples from Sword Peak and Primordial Unity Pavilion also rushed forward; the captured wolf monster was led to the hallway corner, thrown to the ground, and joined the fray against the fox monster.

The Binding Spirit Lock slid a ways across the wooden floor, the wolf monster's hind legs kicked twice, then Qian Duoduo threw two more talisman strips, sticking them to its limbs to hold it down.

The surrounding cultivators remarked: 'Indeed, worthy of the Free and Easy Immortal Sect……'

Qian Duoduo and Shen Guiyan rushed into the room, asking Jin Chen where he was hurt. Jin Chen turned his face and pointed to the bloodstain that was about to fully heal.

Qian Duoduo leaned in, examined it closely for a while, then sighed in relief: 'All right, all right, it's not too serious.'

In the sea of consciousness, 11 watched this scene, sinking into deep confusion: '……' Where did things go wrong?

It was clearly following the standard procedure of the rival system to guide the tasker, so why is the relationship between the tasker and the rival getting stranger and stranger?

System 00 also remained silent in Chenshu's sea of consciousness, mentally chanting: 'The more you look, the angrier you get; the less you look, the less angry; if you don't look, you're not angry; not angry, not angry.'

The wolf monster that had been brought back was tossed into a corner, its eyes wide in bewilderment as it watched the fox monster beaten so badly it could barely keep a humanoid form, not a single part of its body intact, it let out a terrified howl: 'How did it come to this?!'

To go to such extremes! Could it be…… they're killing the fox to honor the wolf?!'

The wolf monster grew more fearful the more it thought. But they were not ordinary demons; one could even say they were, in a sense, immortal, so no matter how they were beaten, they clung to a single breath—neither dying nor improving, only able to endure the pain alive.

The fox monster, beaten to the brink of death, tried to call upon its backer for salvation: 'The Demon Emperor is about to manifest; if you treat me like this, the Demon Emperor won't let you off……'

The response was a harder whip strike from He Yun.

'And the Demon Emperor's envoy lurking in the city won't let you off either——'

Another round of heavy beating.

It was simply too horrible to behold.

'All right.' Shen Guiyan finally spoke.

He walked to the doorway, glanced at the fox monster now unrecognizable from the beating, and said calmly: 'Put a seal on those two demons, interrogate them for their lair, then release them. Spread the word—tomorrow we'll assault the demon nest inside the city.'

After the fight, the Free and Easy Immortal Sect disciples brushed off the dust from their hands, stood straight, and regained the dignified air of a proper orthodox sect—completely different from the mob that had just been beating the monster.

'Yes, eldest senior brother.'

The onlooking cultivators left in a daze, muttering: 'Free and Easy Immortal Sect…… truly terrifying, terrifying.'

Half an hour later, in the underground cavern beneath the city.

The Demon Emperor's envoy had just finished counting the number of cultivators captured so far today, feeling quite pleased.

This harvest is not bad; once the Demon Emperor breaks the seal and manifests, these cultivators' Spiritual Power and flesh will be put to use.

He was calculating his next steps when suddenly a rustling came from the cave entrance; turning, he saw the two ghost demons he'd sent out crawling back.

The two ghost demons crawled in from outside the barrier. The wolf monster dragged itself forward with its hind legs, its whole body cinched into stripes by the Spiritual Lock, fur coated with dust and scraped blood. The fox monster was even more pitiful—its pink mist, beaten into flickering invisibility, took the envoy a while to recognize from that swollen, misshapen face as the outline of his own subordinate.

He gasped in horror, cradling the trembling pink mist, then clutched his chest and shook his head repeatedly: 'Who did this to you?!'

'These righteous cultivators are utterly mad!'