“Seeking the Tao is a long journey; I’ve only passed three stations, and Myriad Peaks Prefecture has thousands more.”
She bid farewell to the cultivators of the Fiery Smoke Sword Sect, who were gritting their teeth and looked ready to gang up and kill her at any moment.
Then she bowed respectfully and said, “Thank you for your guidance.”
Finally, she pulled out a map and, in front of the many cultivators of the Fiery Smoke Sword Sect, crossed out the name of the Fiery Smoke Sword Sect from the map.
Feeling the strong murderous intent from behind her, Jiang Ke’er walked slowly towards the Rakshasa Sword Sect as if completely oblivious.
She had already noticed the cat-eared boy and Chen Yi following behind them earlier; after all, Chen Yi’s shiny bald head was too dazzling and could even increase the surrounding brightness by two levels when walking on a shaded path.
And she had clearly heard their conversations, which they thought were secret.
“Shimin, if you procrastinate any longer, two things will happen,” Chen Yi said, seriously patting the cat-eared boy’s shoulder.
“One scenario is that the young lady dies, and then you naturally won’t be able to recruit anyone for your so-called Demon Race Revival Society.”
“Hmm?” The cat-eared boy raised an eyebrow.
“What’s the second scenario?”
“The second scenario is that the young lady doesn’t die, but you do. I ask you, what would be the value of a demon young lady who, at the One Yuan realm, defeated the N great sword cultivation sects of Myriad Peaks Prefecture, and did so through sword duels—using their strengths against them—and survived? Will it be your turn to recruit her?”
“I naturally know all this,” the cat-eared boy smiled, crossing his arms, and said proudly, “But my dad is Li Yuan.”
“Damn, that line again.”
Chen Yi, feeling extremely unbalanced, drooped his head, secretly muttering, “Amitabha, I accidentally swore. I hope the Buddha doesn’t blame me.”
“I must become friends with this young lady Jiang Ke’er,” the boy’s eyes sparkled.
“That poem touched my heart so much… I’ve even thought it through: in the future, if our Demon Race Revival Society grows strong, we’ll change its name to Tang Alliance, then Tang Dynasty when it’s bigger, and Great Tang Empire when it’s even bigger!”
Chen Yi gave him a look as if he were an idiot, feeling that the cat-eared boy’s chuunibyou was truly incurable.
“Also,” the boy took a gulp, murmuring softly with a look of intoxication, “the young lady is so beautiful without her cloak…”
“Indeed…” Chen Yi agreed deeply.
Even though he was a monk, he still retained the basic ability to appreciate beautiful things.
“You monk, how dare you foolishly agree? Aren’t you afraid the Buddha will send you to hell?” the boy retorted.
“With no evil thoughts, there’s no need to avoid it. Hiding things is what indicates ill intent,” Chen Yi said righteously.
“That’s why I have better luck with women than you.”
Jiang Ke’er had already arrived at the Rakshasa Sword Sect.
On the way, she had slightly cleaned her wounds.
The ten people from the Fiery Smoke Sword Sect combined did not inflict as many injuries on her as Yuchi Benzhin alone, and even her clothes were only slightly damaged.
Just as she was about to announce her arrival at the sect, the two tag-alongs behind her called out to her.
“Young Lady Dog Demon in front!”
Jiang Ke’er placed a hand on her sword hilt, tilted her head slightly, and turned around.
“I’m a fox demon,” Jiang Ke’er corrected.
“Don’t joke around. A long time ago, the fox demons of the Four Great Continents were driven to another world by Imperial Advisor Yuwen. The remaining ones, fiercely resolute not to become someone else’s cauldrons, were sealed in the forbidden area behind the Hall of Tribulation Immortals. Although no clan members died, it was equivalent to extinction…” The cat-eared boy waved his hand.
“Since then, there has been no fox demon lineage in the Four Great Continents, and a curse was also placed upon them, making it impossible for fox demons to be born… No one can break through such a curse.”
Jiang Ke’er was stunned.
So that was it; no wonder the immortal from the Hall of Tribulation Immortals had reacted as if discovering a new continent when they saw her, instantly becoming anxious.
But hearing the truth from so many years ago, she felt an inexplicable anger flare up.
Oh, so not only targeting demons but also fox-eared girls, huh?
However, amidst the anger, there were also a few traces of relief.
“So… I have kin after all…”
A strange sense of anticipation emerged.
Although she had never met these kin, just thinking about how she had leaned into Mu Guoguo’s warm, golden fur, breathing the scent of another demon, that feeling of happiness and security…
It made her greatly look forward to the day she could meet her own kind.
However, Jiang Ke’er looked playfully at the cat-eared boy: “You knew I was a fox demon and deliberately said that to disturb my emotions… For such a young age, your mind is quite cunning.”
“Eh?” His scheme exposed, the cat-eared boy’s face immediately flushed red.
He frantically scratched his ears and stammered, “I… I… Young lady, please don’t misunderstand, I really didn’t mean any harm, I just wanted to save you!”
“Was what you just said true or false?”
“I don’t know either; I also heard it from my dad when he was bragging while drinking with others,” the cat-eared boy quickly said, then showed a pitiful, pleading expression.
“Young lady, please don’t challenge the Rakshasa Sword Sect, okay? Come back with me to the demon race’s Cherry Blossom Land. You’re so powerful, you’ll definitely be able to protect many demons in the future!”
“No, I must challenge them,” Jiang Ke’er shook her head.
“Challenge all of Myriad Peaks Prefecture.”
“Why?” Tears welled up in the cat-eared boy’s eyes, he was genuinely worried about Jiang Ke’er.
“You’ll die!”
Jiang Ke’er no longer looked at the cat-eared boy, but instead gazed at the towering plaque of the Rakshasa Sword Sect.
“What the demon race lacks is not a strong individual.”
“But a direction.”
She gathered her breath and aimed at the main gate of the Rakshasa Sword Sect.
“Jiang Ke’er, a junior sword student of the demon race, from the Swift Wind style, requests an audience!”
“Please, senior sword cultivators, grant me a defeat!”
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