Chapter 191: Chapter 192 There’s no such thing as a master and disciple_1

The doors to the Demon-suppression Bureau Office’s attic slowly opened.

You Longtao moved silently to stand beside his colleague.

He simply couldn’t understand why General Shen harbored such severe prejudice against Yin God Cultivators, A’Qian Granny could go, Senior Wu could go, and yet again he found himself shunned.

“Now, Jiang should be able to know, shouldn’t he?” Jiang Yuanhua adjusted his breathing and looked indifferently toward A’Qian inside the door.

“Just guard your Qingzhou well.”

A’Qian rolled her eyes and walked away from the crowd.

You Longtao handed out pre-prepared secret letters to the other Demon-suppression Great Generals. The content of the letters was actually very simple: to be more vigilant during this time in garrisoning the counties.

To avoid falling for the stratagem of luring the tiger away from the mountain.

Only after that did he approach his master and whispered a few words.

The decision had already been made, so there naturally wasn’t any need to hide it from his master. It was just that A’Qian couldn’t be bothered with him.

“…”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuanhua slowly closed his eyes.

He, of course, knew why he needed to be wary of himself.

It was nothing more than the fear that upon learning of this news, he would force Qiu Lan to leave Qingzhou and ambush the minor Demon King.

The expression of this General remained unfathomably tranquil.

He took a long breath.

When he reopened his eyes and looked at the girl inside the door, his gaze dimmed slightly.

To be treated in such a manner left a somewhat bitter taste in his mouth.

What made Jiang Yuanhua feel even more disgusted was that after giving it some thought, he realized he truly would make such a decision.

“…”

He didn’t offer words like ‘stay safe’.

The other party probably wouldn’t feel any warmth upon hearing them, but would likely feel just as nauseated.

He nodded slightly toward Jiang Qiulan and then turned to leave the place.

Since these people had already made their plans.

He, too, had to do what needed to be done, such as focusing his attention on guarding against Xiao Yue, and preparing for the demons’ counterattack in case the ambush failed.

Shen Yi walked out of the Demon-suppression Bureau Office unhurriedly.

He casually glanced behind at the others.

Earlier information had been exchanged inside the attic.

A’Qian was Qingzhou’s most veteran Golden Bell Demon Catcher… although he had guessed that she was acting younger than her age, he hadn’t expected her to be older than Patriarch Chen.

Thinking back to how A’Qian had called him “big brother,” Shen Yi subconsciously clenched his fist.

She was an Embrace Pill Stage Warrior who nourished her inner core with qi and blood, which was quite a normal path. She had broken through the second barrier a long time ago, the Dao Fetus within her inner core had accumulated quite substantially, but she was still some distance from condensing a true Dao Infant.

Compared to her, Wu Feng was slightly inferior, also having condensed a Dao Fetus, but it was not yet mature.

Shen Yi suddenly realized that even without considering Body Refining martial arts and only speaking of cultivation realm, he had actually moved ahead of these seniors.

Progress was quite fast.

Aside from these two, Jiang Qiulan was the true force to be reckoned with.

She might have many shortcomings, but in terms of sheer lethality, she could totally be regarded as the strongest person in Qingzhou below the General.

“Do you need to prepare a mount?”

A’Qian looked toward Jiang Qiulan. Demon catchers might not be very good at fighting, but they excelled in concealing their aura, transforming their appearance, and in their light body techniques.

Patriarch Chen’s crimson steed should be “waiting” at the Demon-suppression Bureau Office’s entrance.

But such a majestic creature would create a grand spectacle when running, which didn’t seem like setting an ambush but more like sending an advance warning to the demons.

“No need.”

Jiang Qiulan looked calmly at Shen Yi.

He had already promised her earlier.

Wu Feng smacked his lips, wondering what that meant. Was she planning to ride General Shen there?

Shen Yi stopped in his tracks and casually reached for Jiang Qiulan’s collar.

“…”

Jiang Qiulan stared at him, batting his hand away, her gaze settling on her waist.

Shen Yi, not one to dawdle, wrapped his arm around the girl’s slender waist, and following suit, turned into a breeze and vanished from the spot, hastening in the direction A’Qian had indicated.

“Wow.”

A’Qian blinked her eyes; this kid had some skills indeed.

Putting aside his monster-slaying capabilities for a moment, he had stealthily snagged the most beautiful girl in Qingzhou.

She looked towards Wu Feng at her side.

“Old hag.”

Wu Feng rolled her eyes; though lacking the Teleportation Art, her extraordinary lightfoot skill, when activated, was as fast as lightning, hardly slower than Shen Yi.

“Tsk.”

A’Qian curled her lip in disdain and followed suit.

…

Outside Qingzhou, a place beyond the reach of the Demon-suppression Bureau.

There were no grand city walls, nor cooking smoke billowing, just green mountains and clear waters in view.

As they ventured deeper, they couldn’t even name the places anymore.

“Actually, this could be considered outside the Great Qian Dynasty already.”

Jiang Qiulan leaned on Shen Yi, her clear eyes unusually filled with longing.

“You seem a bit nervous?”

Shen Yi glanced sideways; both were cold in demeanor, and with the profound armor between them, there wasn’t much of an amorous atmosphere.

“After killing it, I can leave.”

Jiang Qiulan’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her breathing disrupted for a moment.

There were no teacher-student pairs in Qingzhou sharing the same surname.

There was only one passing on knowledge and solving doubts, and the other carrying out orders.

The sharpest sword in Qingzhou was in fact an apt description.

She was merely a sharp blade picked up by Jiang Yuanhua, always meant for slaughter; only after completing this task could she transform back into a human from a sword.

And then leave this place to start her own life.

Everyone thought she would bear a grudge against her master.

But she did not.

Because she had never recognized anyone as her master.

From the moment her old friend had left,

Jiang Qiulan realized profoundly what she represented in Jiang Yuanhua’s eyes.

Her most cherished feelings were merely tools for the General to hone her temperament and teach her lessons.

He had not even harmed her old friend, instead providing it with martial arts and weapons, simply not preventing it from seeking revenge.

Leaving her without even a reason to bear a grudge.

To survive in this chaotic world overrun by demons,

Jiang Qiulan needed cultivation techniques and resources, while the General, who didn’t care about reciprocation of a teacher-student relationship, only needed a sharp blade capable of dealing with the minor Demon King.

She would do her best… even if it meant risking her life to achieve it, nothing more.

But it was truly exhausting.

Even the sharpest sword needed a scabbard to rest in, to find a moment of respite.

Jiang Qiulan looked at the palm at her waist; she had never felt so at ease exposing her vulnerability to someone else, a truly novel experience.

“We’ve arrived.”

Shen Yi quickly landed and let go of Jiang Qiulan.

This was the meeting point A’Qian had set up in advance.

He surveyed his surroundings, finding that even though they were far from the Great Qian Dynasty, it wasn’t overrun by demons as he had imagined.

His eyes glinted with a golden light as he used the art of energy perception combined with the Golden Eagle Divine Ability.

In the distance behind a mountain, a thick red fog could be seen rising, dwarfing the demonic aura they had faced so far, making the Old Jiaolong they had previously slain seem pale in comparison.

But there was only one.

Ambushes?

Shen Yi’s brow furrowed slightly.

Could it be that the art of energy perception was ineffective against the Howling Moon Demon King?

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