Chapter 789: The Obedient Disciple Comes into the Embrace 23

When leaving, Si Tu Yu gave Fei Mian a jade bracelet.

It is said to calm the mind and spirit, preventing frequent drowsiness.

Fei Mian wore it on her hand, and even after leaving Zhu Lin she kept stroking the jade bracelet, following behind Jin Chen, wondering what she was thinking.

"Mianbao, lift your head."

Jin Chen stopped his steps and did not continue forward.

Now the most important thing is to restore the boy's low spirits,

Upon hearing this, she lifted her head, her cheeks already cupped, Jin Chen's fingertip gently stroking her cheeks, his tone gentle.

"Don't worry, trust your master."

Under such a gaze, it seemed any bad emotion would be embraced.

"Master, will I die?"

Fei Mian looked up and asked him; her youthful brows and eyes showed not fear of death, but a deeper reluctance.

He did not want to leave his master just like that.

They had only been together for five years, not even a fraction of a few hundred years.

"Master... I don't want to leave you." Her voice trembled with a sobbing tone.

It turned out she was worried about this.

Jin Chen lowered his head and said solemnly, "You will not die, nor will you leave me."

"There will be a way; if I cannot find that demon, as your master I will slaughter the demon race to find a life-prolonging method for you."

Staring at the master's silver pupils that reflected only herself, Fei Mian pressed her lips, her eye sockets slightly red.

Then she leaned into Jin Chen's embrace, her voice sounding damp, "From now on, every birthday, I will wish for me and my master to be safe year after year."

It must be that in childhood birthdays she always made strange wishes, such as wanting the master not to pay attention to that immortal master who often comes to Yunquan Institute, and also wanting the annoying parrot demon beast on the back mountain to quickly fly elsewhere, otherwise it would always snatch his snacks.

She had actually forgotten that wishing for safety was the top priority.

He did not want to die; he only wanted to stay with his master for a long, long time.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value 5, accumulated 25!】

Zhu Lin's leaves fluttered everywhere, in the gentle breeze the two embraced figures' sleeves fluttered, their black and white hairs tangled.

Fei Mian lingered for a long time before finally slowly emerging from the bewildered stagnation of learning she would die.

Suddenly, he heard a miserable cry.

Instantly alert, she stepped out of Jin Chen's embrace, "Master, did you hear that?"

Jin Chen nodded, looking toward the southeast.

"Someone is calling for help."

The two rushed over and saw a demon beast with pus-filled lumps all over its arm crouching beside a sand pit, its body lowered, its mouth larger than a bowl spilling foul-smelling saliva.

It seemed it could charge at any moment.

Fei Mian turned her head; not far from the demon beast, a peasant woman was waving a hoe, watching warily, even though her arm trembled she dared not relax.

Behind the peasant woman lay an unconscious peasant man, his complexion dark.

"Oh no, it's a pus beast."

As soon as she spoke, the pus beast lunged at the peasant woman again, its sharp claws emitting a faint green light.

The short dagger was swiftly thrown; Fei Mian followed with an instantaneous movement, rushing from the opposite direction of the dagger, releasing a Wood Spirit Shield to help the peasant woman block the strike.

At the moment the claw struck the wooden shield, the short dagger pierced the pus beast's neck, killing it in one blow.

Fei Mian frowned, quickly performing a purification spell to clean the Misty Ghost Dagger.

Such demon beasts are not strong, but they reek terribly; if killed with ordinary blades, the stench would linger for half a month.

The peasant woman finally saved her life, heaved a deep breath, dropped the hoe, her hands still trembling.

"Thank you... thank you, Immortal Master!"

After saying thanks, she hurried to look at the peasant man collapsed on the ground, nervous and worried.

"Immortal Master, please come quickly and see my spouse, what happened to him?"

The moment the peasant man's body was turned over, Fei Mian's heart sank instantly, her eyes widened in disbelief.

His whole body stiff, complexion dark, yet the skin below his neck was pallid ashen.

This was exactly how her mother looked before she died when she was young.

"He..."

Fei Mian opened her mouth, but her voice was hoarse; seeking a sense of security, she grabbed her master's hand and took several deep breaths.

"How did he become like this?"

Speaking of this, the peasant woman could not hold back her tears, while helping him up she said, "A few days ago, in the dead of night, the village heard strange cries; the sound seemed not far from home, so he feared something might happen."

"I was still asleep, but he grabbed a stick and went out right away; not long after he left the noise stopped, yet when he returned he said he felt unwell."

"The next day he lay in bed unable to get up, his face growing darker and darker, terrifying everyone!"

The peasant woman wiped her tears, glanced at the demon beast's corpse on the ground, still feeling frightened.

"The village's old doctor said there was no saving him; I wanted to cross this mountain to take him to a better doctor, who would have thought we'd encounter such a strange demon."

Fei Mian hurried forward to help her support the person.

"Mianbao, take them back to the village."

Jin Chen observed the peasant man's complexion; indeed it seemed wrapped in demonic energy, an ordinary doctor could do nothing.

Fei Mian understood his meaning, immediately turning to the at‑a‑loss peasant woman and saying, "If this lady trusts us, let us first accompany you back to the village; my master is very powerful."

"Good good good! Thank you, Immortal Master, thank you, Immortal Master!"

With divine assistance, the peasant woman had no reason to refuse; she hurriedly picked up her hoe and pointed the way from behind the two.

Shan Lin is no more than half an hour's walk from the village; Fei Mian carried the person for the peasant woman, and she didn't feel tired at all.

Just as they entered the village entrance, their white robes were too conspicuous, immediately attracting much attention.

The peasant woman feared that the immortal would feel disturbed, so she hurried forward to drive away the villagers who were watching the excitement.

"Aunt Liu! Who are they? Dressed so nicely—couldn't you have invited them to treat your husband's illness?"

"Yes, Aunt Liu! Hurry up and tell us!"

Aunt Liu cried out two ayes, walking home while shooing people away, saying, "They say they're immortals from nearby; they just saved me—let them first take a look at my family's Yang Liu, you all hurry up and leave!"

Hearing that they were immortals, the villagers didn't dare act rashly; they stood far away behind the fence, watching, a dark crowd gathered.

Jin Chen had Aunt Liu lay the person flat, lifted Yang Liu's eyelids to examine them, and frowned slightly.

Then he seized the arm, drew two fingers across the skin, instantly opening a wound that gushed out black blood!

Aunt Liu was so frightened she could hardly stand, her lips trembling, "How could this happen… Ah! What's going on, immortal?"

"Demonic qi."

Jin Chen uttered two words, tearing open Yang Liu's chest clothing.

Indeed, there were bite marks on his chest, and claw marks on his abdomen.

Not only Aunt Liu, but even the villagers watching outside the fence were terrified.

They no longer cared about giving offense, rushing forward.

"Immortal! Please save us, immortal!"

Fei Mian hurried forward to stop them from kneeling, even though she herself was still somewhat dazed.

Her mother had the same symptoms when she was young, so she was indeed injured by the demon clan……

"Mianbao, come here."

The clear, cold voice brought him back to his senses; Fei Mian blinked, dispelling the emotion in her eyes, smiled at the villagers, and walked back to Jin Chen's side.

"Master……"