Shen Ying whistled at the scene before her. "You two brothers really picked the wrong place to embrace."
If only Ye Qingchen had been left in the Joyous Sect—it would’ve saved this wild-hearted madman from being consud by jealousy toward Ji Liantan, twisted beyond recognition.
What Ji Liantan despised was nothing short of an oasis in the desert for Ye Qingchen. Truly, one man’s poison was another’s honey.
A crimson glint flickered in Ye Qingchen’s eyes as he struck—clean, efficient. The disciples of the Bone Sect fell without so much as a spray of blood.
His movents were restrained, almost elegant, a stark contrast to the chaos around him—blood splattering, rubble flying.
Yet the onlookers trembled in terror. These were the Bone Sect’s elite, the finest of the younger generation.
What was the Bone Sect? Only a step below the Joyous Sect, the foremost among demonic factions. Otherwise, Gu Lun wouldn’t have dared to use underhanded tactics against the Demon Venerable’s personal disciple.
But in re monts, every participant from the sect had been dealt with by Shen Ying and Ye Qingchen.
Their speed and ruthlessness made one thing clear: crossing them ant no room for hesitation.
Amid the hall’s pandemonium, only the space around Shen Ying and Ye Qingchen remained eerily untouched.
At Shen Ying’s teasing, Ye Qingchen chuckled. "They dared to target Junior Sister Shen. I couldn’t just stand by."
He didn’t care whether she believed him, his gaze drifting to the surrounding frenzy. A faint smile curled his lips, his eyes gleaming with sothing unsettling.
Shen Ying, standing closest, felt an oppressive aura radiate from him—so thick it made the air feel thin.
Then, abruptly, Ye Qingchen took a deep breath. The aura receded, the red in his eyes vanishing.
Shen Ying smirked. "Senior Brother Ye, not going to eliminate a few more rivals?"
Ye Qingchen shook his head. "Moderation is key. Besides, if we kill too many, we’d rob others of their chance to advance."
Shen Ying laughed. "Seems Senior Brother Ye is starving—yet unwilling to gorge himself all at once."
Ye Qingchen shot her a glance. Though he’d braced himself for exposure, having it laid bare still stirred sothing indescribable in him.
This demoness had never fit any standard in his mind. Unpredictable, inscrutable—she toyed with people ruthlessly, yet her thods were so blunt she might as well have been a brute forcing her way through.
Yet he knew—those sharp eyes of hers had long seen into his depths.
While the two enjoyed their brief respite, Ji Liantan’s side was anything but quiet.
Once aware of the Ancestor’s intentions, Ji Liantan hadn’t held back. But the Joyous Sect, as the demonic path’s leader, and Ji Liantan himself, the Demon Venerable’s son, made for a glaring target.
Those determined to make their mark in this competition had secretly allied, launching a frenzied assault on Ji Liantan’s group from the start. Many sought to eliminate him first—the likeliest contender for the True Blood.
Ji Liantan, however, was no pushover. Anticipating Ye Qingchen’s involvent, he’d co prepared.
Artifacts, treasures, elixirs—his reserves were vast. The mont the fight began, his endurance alone made his attackers regret their choices.
Shen Ying had initially worried about her lovely juniors getting hurt.
But Ji Liantan held the line, and the juniors proved their worth—especially the Ninth Junior Brother, whose tea-brewing elegance belied his current ferocity.
The petite boy swung a massive black-steel battle-axe, nearly as tall as himself and weighing a thousand pounds, with terrifying ease.
Shen Ying clicked her tongue. "This little one’s got quite the arm on him."
Noticing his senior sister’s gaze, the Ninth Junior Brother, after felling an opponent, even threw her a flirtatious glance.
Ji Liantan promptly kicked him aside. "If you’ve got ti to fool around, go help those useless seniors of yours in the back. Don’t just stand there."
Pouting, the Ninth Junior Brother shot Shen Ying a wounded look—a silent plea about his cruel senior brother’s tyranny—before scampering off, axe in tow.
Ji Liantan: "..."
Maybe it was ti to clean house.
The chaos didn’t last long. Once half the hall had fallen, the Ancestor’s voice bood.
"Hahahahaha! After ten thousand years, you brats may lack skill, but your ruthlessness hasn’t dulled a bit!"
"Good, good. Enough. Those still standing—ascend to the second floor."
A broad staircase materialized from the ceiling, leading into a pitch-black void above.
The Ancestor urged, "Well? Go on."
The survivors had no choice but to climb.
Before leaving, Shen Ying glanced at Gu Lun’s lifeless form.
From her storage pouch, she retrieved a jade pendant—a gift from the Demon Venerable. Ji Liantan had one too. Unmistakable.
Shen Ying's fingertips flickered with strands of silver light, dancing swiftly as she carved a line of tiny characters onto the jade pendant.
Then, she pressed the pendant against Gu Lun's body.
Ye Qingchen watched her series of actions and asked, "What are you doing, shii?"
Shen Ying replied, "That guy was, after all, the only son of the Bone Sect’s old demon. Since I killed him in front of so many people, I have to tidy up the loose ends."
In the original story, this sleazy cannon-fodder character had caused quite a stir with his antics.
The guy was obsessed with Shen Ying’s beauty and coveted her rare dual-cultivation physique. Even without reading the original, it was obvious what he was scheming.
Shen Ying was here to pursue n—or rather, complete her ga mission—not to play house with so ugly creep. Of course, she had to cut off the plotline at its source from the very beginning.
Ye Qingchen nodded in agreent with her reasoning.
But Shen Ying wasn’t done yet. Just as she was about to step onto the stairs, she suddenly turned back, flicked her fingers, and telekinetically snatched away all of Gu Lun’s storage items and magical artifacts.
She grinned at Ye Qingchen. "Almost forgot—this guy was loaded."
As luck would have it, the mont Shen Ying finished looting, the corpse was teleported away.
Seeing this, Ye Qingchen felt an uneasy premonition.
He quickly asked, "How exactly do you plan to ‘tidy up the loose ends’?"
Shen Ying shrugged. "What else can I do? The Bone Sect’s entire hatred will be directed at us. Naturally, it’ll be up to our dear shifu to handle it."
Ye Qingchen knew she wasn’t referring to Lian Ying, but rather her adoptive father—Ji Yu, the Demon Venerable of the Joyous Love Sect.
He chuckled lightly. "Shii is truly fortunate. Both of your shifus dote on you excessively."
Lian Ying was one thing—no one knew how she had managed to wrap him around her finger.
But Demon Venerable Ji Yu? That man didn’t even spoil his own flesh and blood, Ji Liantan.
On the contrary, to temper Ji Liantan’s will, he was often even harsher on him.
Yet, he was willing to clean up Shen Ying’s ss without a second thought. It seed he indulged her more than his own son.
After all, this ant directly provoking the Bone Sect.
Shen Ying smiled bashfully. "I’ve always been naturally likable since childhood. But shifu isn’t that biased toward ."
Ye Qingchen’s heart skipped a beat. "Then how can you be so sure the Demon Venerable will help you cover this up?"
Shen Ying grinned. "Simple. I’ll just tell him that his eldest son was here and that he killed Gu Lun. Then he’ll have to figure out how to keep the old demon in check."
Ye Qingchen: "You—"
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