The catfish demon had finally been subdued.
Decades ago, it had followed a horde of demons into the human city, later hiding in the small river near Yinma Town, where it had lurked ever since. At first, it knew only to feed. Back then, the human city was in chaos, and it, along with the other demons, devoured hundreds, even thousands of people without consequence.
But as it consud more humans, its intelligence gradually grew.
And then, one day decades ago, a man wielding a hamr arrived with a group of demon hunters, storming their lair.
Those n were no ordinary warriors—they wielded powers nearly akin to demons themselves!
Especially their leader, drenched in blood, hamring one powerful being after another to death.
It was terrifying.
Fortunately, the lair had a hidden underground river, which gave the catfish demon a chance to escape.
From then on, as a demon, it learned the value of patience. It struck a deal with the boatn—they would sche for wealth, while it took lives.
It had assud today would be another feast.
But never in its wildest dreams did it expect these "rcenaries" to actually be demon hunters from Mo City in disguise. It had been found out after all.
Even more shocking was the fact that a passing youth turned out to be so strong—just one hamr strike had wounded it.
Still, it remained unafraid.
This was the water’s domain. Now that it had broken free of the fishing net, once it subrged, no one could touch it.
Yet, as if bewitched, it caught a familiar scent—the aroma of fish at.
And there, unhurriedly sipping fish soup, sat a woman.
Rage surged in the catfish demon’s heart, and reckless fury overtook it!
That second uncle of his had been raised to help it ascend to greater heights—and now, it had been cooked and eaten!
How dare she?!
It opened its maw, ready to chew the entire carriage to pieces and swallow it whole.
Then, the woman suddenly looked up at it.
She wasn’t running.
Was she frozen in fear?
Wait a second…
Why did it suddenly feel like it couldn’t move?
No—it wasn’t that it couldn’t move. Ti itself had slowed around it. Even the droplets of water fell at a crawl.
By the ti it realized this, even its thoughts had ground to a halt.
All it could do was watch helplessly as the shadow of a hamr rapidly expanded in its vision.
The hamr’s wind pressed against its body like a mountain bearing down.
Wait.
This strike felt even stronger than the last. Had that brat been holding back earlier? Had he not used his full strength?
No… sothing wasn’t right.
A long-buried mory surfaced. The young man before it, hamr in hand, seed to overlap with the shadow from its past.
It had escaped fate once, but not this ti.
BANG—
The hamr struck squarely on the catfish demon’s forehead, instantly stiffening its body. The sheer force sent ripples cascading across its bloated form.
A rain of blood scattered across the river.
Silence fell over the waters.
Dong Geyu and the disguised demon hunters stood frozen, wondering just who the real monster here was.
Dong Ao stared at the youth on the boat’s prow, his lips parting wordlessly.
His grandfather’s mory had been failing him lately—age was catching up.
But one person’s deeds, personality, and words remained vivid in the old man’s mind, recounted ti and again.
The figure he had pieced together from those stories seed to faintly resemble the young man before him.
But that person had died before Dong Ao could even form mories—and this youth looked barely past adulthood!
Strange. Too strange.
"Are… are you human or a ghost?" Dong Geyu asked, voice trembling.
"Keh keh…"
Li Mo smirked, making her flinch slightly. He sighed.
"You dare fight demons, yet you’re this superstitious?"
"No, I an—seeing you is like seeing a ghost."
Dong Geyu gave him a disbelieving look, glancing between the hamr in his hand and her own.
"Who taught you that hamr technique?"
"What hamr? I was clearly using swordplay just now."
Li Mo smoothly stowed the hamr away and gave his sheathed sword a casual swing.
Dong Geyu: "…"
He seed oddly insistent on whether he used a hamr or a sword…
Before she could press further, Li Mo had already returned to the carriage. Seeing Ying Bing sitting there, unperturbed, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.
She was so calm.
He had initially assud she was so young mistress from a noble family in Di City, given her skills. But now, he reconsidered.
Truth be told, facing a demon for the first ti had rattled him more than he cared to admit.
Yet she hadn’t so much as blinked.
That alone made her all the more enigmatic…
"How does it feel to play the hero?" Ying Bing ladled out a bowl of still-warm fish soup, smiling faintly.
"Honestly, the jianghu isn’t quite what I imagined."
Li Mo clicked his tongue, a bit disillusioned.
But catching the quiet serenity in Ying Bing’s gaze, he grinned.
"Though saving a beauty was pretty fun."
"…"
Ying Bing blinked, then pressed her lips together.
Following her gaze, Li Mo looked outside the carriage.
Dong Geyu had long shed her noble lady act—her sleeves were torn off for ease of movent as she interrogated the surviving boatn, hamr swinging threateningly.
"Talk. How many lives have you lot taken? Lie, and I’ll squeeze the piss out of you."
"??"
Well, wasn’t she just a younger, fiercer version of a certain beauty?
"You didn’t think… the ‘beauty’ I ant was her, did you?"
"Then who else—"
Ying Bing’s lashes flickered as she realized her mistake.
Being too strong, she never considered herself the one in need of saving.
And it was all Li Mo’s fault.
Even with his mories gone, he was still this shaless.
Yet the way he looked at her made it seem like he truly ant it.
Li Mo had been like this in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Li Mo had been like this in the Heavenly Phoenix Domain, across two lifetis.
Li Mo…
The Frost Immortal was usually as serene as she appeared—but if she seed a bit slow, it was because her mind had been poisoned.
"I’ve thrown those accomplices into the river for the fish. We’ll dock soon—any plans? Want to co with to Mo City?"
Li Mo snapped back to attention and nodded. "Sure, we’ll go together."
"That easy?" Dong Geyu was taken aback, her prepared argunts left unsaid.
"I was already hitching a ride with her to Mo City anyway. And…" Li Mo shrugged sheepishly. "I don’t know the way."
"Oh…"
Dong Geyu glanced at Ying Bing, montarily stunned by her beauty.
Then it hit her.
You’re hitching a ride… because you don’t know the way.
But she doesn’t either?
Just what were you two doing wandering around? Did you expect to stumble into Mo City by accident?
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