The Beloved Master's Mad Dog Disciple - Chapter 45

Bo Xuenong only realized Wu Qingshu was staring at Feng Jin when she saw her gaze fixed on the girl. It finally dawned on her that Wu Qingshu’s earlier mention of Yu Cen’s Bl00d-Retaining Breath had been referring to Feng Jin.

Feng Jin remained unaware of Wu Qingshu’s scrutiny. She was currently wielding the Thousand-Catty Cauldron, repeatedly slamming it down on the crowd surrounding her. Her movements were precise and controlled, meticulously avoiding any direct contact with their bodies. The cauldron served only as a deterrent, its weight and force enough to keep them at bay.

Bo Xuenong’s eyelids twitched violently. Feng Jin caught a glimpse of Bo Xuenong at the village entrance and her eyes lit up. “Eldest Senior Sister, help me!”

Seeing Feng Jin in danger, the White Porcelain Doll tugged at Bo Xuenong’s sleeve. “Nong’er.”

Bo Xuenong immediately leaped off the fox’s back. With one arm protecting the White Porcelain Doll and the other gripping the Suspended Ink Sword, she soared over the heads of the crowd surrounding Feng Jin and landed before her. She swung the sword with tremendous force, the powerful sword qi sending the dozens of attackers staggering backward. Several with weaker cultivation levels coughed up bl00d from the shock.

The White Porcelain Doll clutched Bo Xuenong’s sleeve tightly, scrutinizing the dozen or so figures. “Demonic Cultivators?”

The group surrounding Feng Jin turned out to be children, the oldest only thirteen or fourteen, the youngest just four or five. They were enveloped in a thick, bloody mist, and a nauseating stench emanated from them—the bl00d barrier formed after Demonic Cultivators had drained the lifespans of hundreds.

Though they looked small, each was a ruthless demon who killed without blinking.

Bo Xuenong immediately recognized their identities: the children from Lanshou Village who had surrendered to the Heavenly Cuisine Sect. She hadn’t expected them to seize the chaos and flee back to their village.

Feng Jin loosened her grip on the Thousand-Catty Cauldron and clutched Bo Xuenong’s sleeve. Her voice trembled with fear as she asked, “Eldest Senior Sister, how did the children from Lanshou Village all become Demonic Cultivators?”

Feng Jin and Feng Yingbo had been safely confined within the Spirit Gathering Formation. Two hours earlier, the formation trapping them had suddenly shattered. Feng Jin had told Feng Yingbo that Bo Xuenong and the others must have successfully killed the formation breaker, and they would likely bring the children back soon.

But the moment the formation completely collapsed, they were confronted by the abducted children from Lanshou Village.

Feng Jin and Feng Yingbo immediately sensed something was wrong. Their suspicions proved correct: the children hadn’t returned to reunite with their families. They had come to devour Spirit Supplements, accompanied by Inner Sect Disciples from the Heavenly Cuisine Sect.

Caught off guard, Feng Jin and her group suffered heavy losses as the attackers exploited their vulnerability.

The most devastating blow was that many in Lanshou Village had endured their hardships solely for the sake of their children. Now that their own children had become their would-be killers, despair overwhelmed them, and they willingly embraced death. Feng Jin and her group were powerless to stop them. The remaining survivors retreated to the village’s edge under the leadership of Fu Yunqing and Gui Nianqin, while Feng Jin and Feng Yingbo desperately tried to intercept the attackers at the village entrance.

But the enemy forces were overwhelming. Feng Jin possessed only brute strength, and Feng Yingbo was the only true combatant among them.

Most of the attackers bypassed Feng Jin and surged toward the Spirit Supplement and Human Talisman’s location. Feng Yingbo fought fiercely, intercepting cultivators at the village entrance while chasing down those who had already breached the defenses. By now, the main battle had likely reached the heart of the village, leaving Feng Jin to fend off only a dozen or so cultivators with mediocre cultivation levels.

Bo Xuenong quickly calculated the time. Due to the distorted temporal flow within the Grand Formation, time moved significantly faster inside than outside. Since entering the Sect-Protecting Grand Formation, they had experienced a full night within the formation, while it was only the afternoon of their second day at the Heavenly Cuisine Sect. Just four hours earlier, Feng Jin had killed Hua Fangqi, triggering the Beast Taming Sect’s massacre.

The number of Formation Cultivators who had deployed the Spirit Gathering Formation and Spring Seal Prolonged Light Formation was vast, but they had undoubtedly participated in reinforcing the Heavenly Cuisine Sect’s Sect-Protecting Grand Formation. When the Grand Formation shattered, they suffered a backlash, making their escape even less likely than others.

The Demonic Cultivator children from Lanshou Village and the Inner Sect Disciples of the Heavenly Cuisine Sect had clearly seen through this. Relying on their low Cultivation levels to avoid attracting the attention of the Beast Taming Sect, they seized the chaos to flee the Heavenly Cuisine Sect and sprinted all the way to Lanshou Village. There, they waited for the village’s formation to be breached, hoping to devour the Spirit Supplements, seize the Human Talismans, and secure their survival.

The Heavenly Cuisine Sect’s fate was sealed. The Spirit Supplements in Lanshou Village were now their only hope. The Inner Sect Disciples of the Heavenly Cuisine Sect couldn’t care less about the Spirit Supplements’ lives, while the children of Lanshou Village had long lost their minds. They wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice their own kin, likely even boasting that the Spirit Supplements would willingly die for them.

Fortunately, the disciples who had fled were of weak Cultivation and hadn’t been prioritized by the Beast Taming Sect’s first wave of pursuers. Otherwise, Feng Yingbo might not have been able to handle them alone. Feng Jin… Bo Xuenong glanced at the faint wounds on the dozen or so disciples and knew Feng Jin hadn’t struck with lethal intent. If her Thousand-Catty Cauldron had truly landed on anyone, the injuries would have been far more severe than these minor scratches.

Feng Jin’s cultivation was a sham, but the superhuman strength she had exchanged for from the System was very real.

Bo Xuenong didn’t understand the laws and morality of Feng Jin’s world, which prevented her from killing. She only knew that Feng Jin’s reluctance to strike a fatal blow was foolish. They had returned now, but what if they hadn’t?

These enemies weren’t particularly strong, mostly Golden Core Stage cultivators. Some of the dozen or so Demonic Cultivators present hadn’t even reached the Golden Core Stage. They were no match for Feng Yingbo individually, but their numbers were overwhelming. How much spiritual power could a single sword cultivator expend?

If they didn’t eliminate these enemies before their spiritual power ran out, they, along with everyone in Lanshou Village, would die.

“Feng Jin!” Bo Xuenong raised her voice slightly, about to scold her when she remembered Feng Jin had exchanged for the Mind-Reading Technique for her, willing to bet everything on her, and had even agreed to follow Shen Yanting and protect her.

Bo Xuenong’s hardened heart softened a little.

Feng Jin wasn’t from this world; she simply hadn’t adapted to its rules. She wasn’t deliberately hindering anyone. Besides, Feng Jin had told her from the start that she couldn’t kill. It was precisely because Feng Jin couldn’t bring herself to kill that Bo Xuenong had obtained the Mind-Reading Technique, learned of Shen Yanting’s future, and gained the chance to rewrite the tragedy.

Bo Xuenong lifted Feng Jin and called out to Gui Nian’an, who was riding on the fox’s back, “Gui Nian’an, deal with them. I’m going to help my Martial Uncle.”

With Feng Jin in her arms and Shen Yanting tucked away, Bo Xuenong fled.

Wu Qingshu raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Rescuing them?”

Seizing the opportunity, Si Xianling quickly asked, “Mother, what’s wrong?”

She hoped to glean clues about Bo Xuenong’s true identity from Wu Qingshu, confirming her suspicions. Wu Qingshu, oblivious to her daughter’s ulterior motives, smiled reassuringly. “Just a little unexpected, that’s all.”

Wu Qingshu didn’t give Si Xianling time to press further. She tossed Gui Nian’an off the fox’s back and led Liu Huairou and Si Xianling after Bo Xuenong.

Liu Huairou, worried about her daughter, kept glancing back.

Wu Qingshu noticed her anxious glances and said coldly, though her tone carried a hint of reassurance, “You don’t need to worry about her. The strongest among them is only at the mid-Golden Core Stage. Your daughter is a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator—she can handle them easily.”

True to her name, Liu Huairou spoke softly and gently. “They’re all children who grew up in the village. Some of them used to be An’er’s playmates. I’m afraid An’er will be too soft-hearted and get taken advantage of.”

Liu Huairou was already quite beautiful, but after using the Contending Blossom Talisman to enhance her appearance, she truly resembled a slender willow branch—delicate and fragile, as if a single gust of wind could snap her in two. Even her voice carried an indescribable fragility, and the tears welling in her eyes only amplified her vulnerability. Wu Qingshu rarely encountered such a frail woman. She raised a hand and pressed her brow bone. “You’re likely overthinking this. That child doesn’t strike me as someone prone to sentimentality. She’s stronger and more ruthless than you realize. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have survived this long in the Heavenly Cuisine Sect. Instead of worrying about her getting hurt, you should be more concerned about your family’s future.”

Liu Huairou looked puzzled. “Please enlighten me, Senior.”

Wu Qingshu glanced toward the village entrance, a cold, slightly mournful aura emanating from her. “So many children in your village died, yet only yours survived. It’s inevitable that others will harbor resentment and envy.”

“That won’t happen,” Liu Huairou replied quickly, her voice firm. “If they resent our family because of this, then my mother-in-law’s sacrifices over the years would be utterly meaningless.”

Wu Qingshu remained unconvinced. “You possess spiritual power but lack the ability to defend yourself. Don’t overestimate the goodness of human nature.”

Liu Huairou shook her head, her eyes filled with bitterness. “Senior Wu, they’re just like me.”

Wu Qingshu’s voice trailed off as realization dawned. Liu Huairou and the others shared not only village ties but also seven centuries of shared suffering.

Si Xianling, leaning against Wu Qingshu, couldn’t resist interjecting. “Liu Huairou, was your grandmother truly a Human Talisman? Can anyone in this world endure the pain of Human Talisman Refinement?”

She touched her own skin, shaking her head in horror. “To have your skin peeled off, your bones dug out, and your organs individually extracted and forged… how excruciating that must be!”

Liu Huairou’s somber gaze fell upon Hua Jinshi and Wu Liangyi, a hint of murderous intent flickering in her usually gentle eyes. “Every day, they would drag villagers before my mother, stabbing them or severing their limbs. Then, right in front of her, they would heal the villagers, forcing her to endure the pain of being skinned and dismembered while trapped between worry and concern. My mother endured it all because she couldn’t abandon us.”

She tried to keep her voice steady, but it still trembled uncontrollably.

Hatred and murderous intent swirled in Hua Jinshi’s eyes as he sneered, “I remember you. You’re the daughter-in-law of that Human Talisman. I recall how much she doted on you, so I took special care of you. I think I chopped off your left arm ten times and your right arm twelve times. You should actually thank me. If I hadn’t reattached them so quickly, you’d probably be missing all your limbs by now.”

“You chop off someone’s limbs and then reattach them, and you expect them to thank you?! What shamelessness! You old beast!” Si Xianling scoffed, handing Liu Huairou a spirit blade. “Here, you chop him too.”

Hua Jinshi’s face darkened as he glared at Liu Huairou. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Liu Huairou clutched the blade, but remained motionless.

Si Xianling grew impatient. “Don’t be afraid of him.”

Liu Huairou hugged the spirit blade, her eyes still burning with hatred, but devoid of fear. “I’m not afraid of him. I’m afraid that if I strike him, I won’t be able to stop myself from killing him. His… their lives belong to my mother.”

Hearing the mention of the Human Talisman she had never met, Si Xianling stopped urging Liu Huairou. Instead, she glared fiercely at Hua Jinshi and Wu Liangyi.

Hua Jinshi’s sinister laughter spilled from his lips, utterly unhinged. “Not a single Human Talisman has been created in over ten thousand years! She should be thanking me for making her the only one in the world! Why should she take my life?!”

Wu Qingshu cast him a cold glance. “Hua Jinshi, aren’t you afraid I’ll refine you into a Human Talisman?”

Hua Jinshi shuddered at first, but his arrogance quickly resurfaced. “No! You wouldn’t dare! Your Cloudmist Sect prides itself on its supposed righteousness, claiming to be the Orthodox Path. As the Supreme Elder, you’d never stoop to Human Talisman Refinement. You’re destined to never create a unique Human Talisman like mine!”

His laughter grew louder, his face twisting into a grotesque mask. “If I’d known she was so resilient, I never would have refined a Spirit Gathering Talisman! I should have made a First-Grade Heavenly Thunder Talisman! Then, not even you or the Heavenly Dao could have stopped me!”

Si Xianling curled her lip in disgust. “Idiot!”

Hua Jinshi, unwilling to accept defeat, struggled to rise, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Si Xianling. “What right do you have to mock me? You’re just a talentless waste with a mediocre spiritual root, relying on your father and a high-level Spirit Beast contract to share its Bloodline and obtain a superior spiritual root! What right do you have to laugh at me? I’m the only Talisman Cultivator in the world who has ever refined a Human Talisman! The only one!”

Si Xianling rolled her eyes at him and clung to Wu Qingshu’s arm. “You’re wrong,” she retorted. “I don’t just rely on my father—I rely on my mother too! And besides her, I can count on my great-aunt, my aunt, my uncle, and my stepmother! With such a powerful background, I’ve never bullied the weak, oppressed the innocent, or harmed anyone. How dare you? So what if you refined a Human Talisman? What’s there to be so proud of? Your success wasn’t due to your cultivation level or your skill—it was because Gui Nianqin endured the pain with unwavering resolve, her heart filled with love for her village and its people, valuing them above herself. This only proves she’s a good Village Chief and a good mother-in-law! What does any of this have to do with you, you old beast? Just shut up and wait for death like a good little dog. Learn from Sect Leader Wu—when he realized he was dying, he accepted his fate with grace.”

Hua Jinshi tugged at Wu Liangyi’s sleeve. “Sect Leader, are you really willing to die like this?”

Wu Liangyi remained silent, his gaze fixed on Wu Qingshu, his eyes betraying some hidden calculation.

Bo Xuenong quickly led Shen Yanting and the White Porcelain Doll to catch up with Feng Yingbo. The situation was exactly as Bo Xuenong had predicted: Feng Yingbo, though powerful, was outnumbered and already wounded. Bl00d streamed down her arm onto the Mist Willow Sword as she was surrounded by hundreds of cultivators.

They seemed intent on killing Feng Yingbo first before seizing the Spirit Supplement. The White Porcelain Doll couldn’t help but worry about Feng Yingbo’s safety, struggling to crawl forward. “Junior Sister Feng!”

Bo Xuenong pushed the White Porcelain Doll back into her arms, tossed Feng Jin aside, and charged forward with her sword drawn. “Master, rest assured! I won’t let anything happen to Aunt Feng!”

Feng Jin also wanted to help, but Bo Xuenong glared at him before he could move. “You dare to kill?”

Feng Jin’s determined steps faltered, and Bo Xuenong didn’t press the matter.

These cultivators were desperate stragglers from the Heavenly Cuisine Sect, making a final gamble. They had pinned all their hopes on the Spirit Supplement in Lanshou Village and would show no mercy. Even if wounded, they would rise again to fight. Feng Jin’s reluctance to kill them could easily be exploited, making him a tool for these men to threaten Feng Yingbo.

Bo Xuenong gripped the Suspended Ink Sword tighter and charged toward Feng Yingbo. Halfway there, she remembered to ask, “Master, can I kill them?”

Shen Yanting privately felt that Bo Xuenong had already killed enough people recently and shouldn’t kill any more.

But trapped in this porcelain body, she couldn’t directly help Feng Yingbo. She could only simplify the situation into a clear-cut good-versus-evil narrative: “They hurt your Martial Uncle. They’re bad people. Of course you can kill them.”

Hearing that she was allowed to kill, Bo Xuenong’s spirits soared.

She immediately sprinted forward, leaping onto the shoulder of a Heavenly Cuisine Sect disciple to vault into the encirclement. With Shen Yanting’s permission, the sword qi she unleashed rapidly coalesced into hundreds of razor-sharp blades, each aimed directly at the disciples’ necks—a lethal strike meant to kill.

The disciples hastily channeled their spiritual power into glowing barriers, barely blocking the deadly assault.

Bo Xuenong retreated slightly, shielding Feng Yingbo. “Martial Uncle, I’m here to help!”

Feng Yingbo glanced at Bo Xuenong, then instinctively searched for Shen Yanting’s figure. “Where’s Senior Sister Shen?”

Shen Yanting, clinging to Bo Xuenong’s collar, called out, “Junior Sister Feng.”

Feng Yingbo followed the sound and spotted the White Porcelain Doll’s head peeking out from Bo Xuenong’s collar. Staring at the doll, which looked exactly like Shen Yanting, she asked tentatively, “Are you… Senior Sister?”

Shen Yanting nodded, and Feng Yingbo’s eyes lit up like stars.

She tiptoed closer to Bo Xuenong’s neck, bringing herself nearer to Shen Yanting. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she exclaimed, “Wow, Senior Sister Shen, you’re so cute like this! Can I touch you?”

Bo Xuenong shielded Shen Yanting and retreated, putting more distance between them and Feng Yingbo. “No.”

Undeterred, Feng Yingbo leaned forward again, her voice soft and pleading. “Please?”

She glanced at Bo Xuenong before turning her hopeful gaze to Shen Yanting. “Senior Sister, it’s okay, right?”

Bo Xuenong now regretted rushing to save Feng Yingbo. Feng Yingbo’s thinking was fundamentally wrong. She should be begging Shen Yanting to touch her, not wanting to touch Shen Yanting herself. Even in the form of a White Porcelain Doll, Shen Yanting remained an Immortal Elder—sacred and inviolable, not someone to be casually touched.

Bo Xuenong could only lightly tap Shen Yanting’s arm with her fingertips, drawing a sliver of warmth from her to temper her murderous intent.

Feng Yingbo’s thoughts are utterly offensive, Bo Xuenong thought furiously. If she mentions it again, I’ll kill her.

Clutching Shen Yanting, Bo Xuenong turned away, shielding her from Feng Yingbo’s gaze. “Absolutely not.”

Feng Yingbo’s arm was still bleeding, the rate of bl00d loss suggesting a serious injury. Yet she showed no sign of pain, nor did she continue fighting the enemy. Instead, she kept bickering with Bo Xuenong. “You’re so stingy.”

Bo Xuenong had always been acutely conscious of her image in Shen Yanting’s eyes. She couldn’t tolerate Feng Yingbo “slandering” her in front of Shen Yanting and immediately retorted, “Martial Uncle is the stingy one!”

Feng Yingbo was a childish fool, rarely reliable and utterly lacking in the dignity befitting her seniority. Hearing Bo Xuenong’s retort, she immediately snapped back, “You’re the one who’s…”

“Shut up,” Shen Yanting interrupted, her face darkening. Glancing at the Heavenly Cuisine Sect disciples closing in, she felt utterly drained. “Both of you, shut up.”

If Shen Yanting still possessed spiritual power, she might have found their bickering amusing, seeing it as a sign of Bo Xuenong’s vitality and her connection to ordinary people. But now, stripped of her power, she could only rely on Bo Xuenong and Feng Yingbo to defeat their enemies and protect the people of Lanshou Village. Their constant squabbling made Shen Yanting doubt their reliability.

She couldn’t afford to dwell on the sudden affection she felt stirring within her. All she wanted was for these two to obey her commands.

Bo Xuenong immediately fell silent at Shen Yanting’s words.

Feng Yingbo, about to retort, suddenly remembered something more urgent. “Ah, Sect Leader!”

She hastily swallowed a Healing Pill, then swung her Mist Willow Sword, tearing a gap in the encirclement. “Xuenong, some of them have already gone after Sect Leader Wu! I’ll leave this to you—I need to protect them!”

Feng Yingbo suddenly became remarkably dependable. Shen Yanting swallowed the reprimand she had prepared. After a moment, she said, “Nong’er, attack!”

With Feng Yingbo gone, Bo Xuenong also became reliable.

The moment Shen Yanting issued her command, Bo Xuenong surged forward, swiftly slaying the two enemies who had tried to pursue Feng Yingbo.

After killing the two cultivators, Bo Xuenong surged through the gap Feng Yingbo had torn open. With a powerful swing of her sword, she conjured a wall of radiant energy, blocking all those who still sought to pursue Feng Yingbo. “Your opponent is me!”

Her overwhelming killing intent sent shivers through many of the Heavenly Cuisine Sect disciples.

They exchanged uneasy glances, several even taking a step back. “Senior Brother, she’s a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. Shouldn’t we retreat for now?”

The disciple leading the charge scoffed. “What are you afraid of? That Golden Core Stage cultivator was just a paper tiger. This Nascent Soul might be the same. Kill her, and we can catch up to Senior Brother Mo and claim the Spirit Supplement for ourselves. Retreating now means running into the Beast Taming Sect—we’d be dead either way. Better to fight!”

“Senior Brother Yang is right! She might just be a useless cultivator with empty Cultivation!”

“……”

They hurled insults at Feng Jin.

Bo Xuenong’s gaze pierced through the crowd, settling on Feng Jin standing nearby.

Feng Jin’s head hung low, her posture radiating helplessness.

She likely blamed herself for her inability to deliver a fatal blow, especially after seeing Feng Yingbo wounded. Though Feng Jin stubbornly refused to call Feng Yingbo “Mother,” she cared deeply for her. And not just for Feng Yingbo—Feng Jin’s inherent kindness made her worry about the safety of most people.

Feng Jin and Bo Xuenong were polar opposites.

Shen Yanting deeply admired kind-hearted people, and Feng Jin was her close confidante. She should…

Bo Xuenong secretly pondered how to maintain her composure while dealing with those who insulted Feng Jin. As she thought, she took a step forward, her Suspended Ink Sword pointing at the speaker. “I didn’t give you permission to insult my Junior Sister.”

“What can you do even if you don’t…” The speaker’s head was severed before he could finish his sentence, rolling several times across the ground.

Bo Xuenong kicked the headless corpse aside and stole a glance at Shen Yanting. Seeing a hint of approval on Shen Yanting’s face, she immediately turned her Suspended Ink Sword toward the others who had echoed the insults. “You insulted my Junior Sister too.”

The Suspended Ink Sword flew from her hand, surging toward the group under her control.

Bo Xuenong had killed few, but her techniques were ruthlessly efficient.

The moment the sword left her hand, she formed a hand seal and darted forward like a phantom, moving in the opposite direction of the sword. This brought her to another group who had called Feng Jin “useless.” Distracted by the sword, they were caught off guard by Bo Xuenong’s approach. With a swift motion, she materialized a blade of spiritual mist in her palm and cleanly severed their heads.

Some reacted in time. While a few engaged Bo Xuenong, the rest charged toward Feng Jin.

Feng Jin was still consumed by guilt when she was suddenly caught off guard and seized by the throat.

Bo Xuenong’s pupils constricted sharply. “Release my Junior Sister.”

The assailant tightened his grip on Feng Jin, dragging her back several steps. “Don’t move! If you move again, I’ll kill her!”

Bo Xuenong coldly surveyed the man choking Feng Jin. Her steps slowed, and the Suspended Ink Sword returned to her palm.

While Bo Xuenong remained still, the cultivators surrounding her sprang into action.

Feng Jin’s frail body trembled violently. She tilted her head slightly upward, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You… you can’t use me to threaten my Eldest Senior Sister.”

As if steeling her resolve, she reached up and gripped the back of the hand restraining her. With a sudden, forceful twist, she shattered the spiritual mist in the man’s palm and snapped his wrist. The stark white bone protruded from the jagged break, a gruesome sight.

Feng Jin closed her eyes and reached higher, seizing the man’s forearm. With another brutal twist, she snapped the forearm as well. The spiritual mist clinging to his body offered no resistance.

Hearing the sickening crack, Feng Jin wept uncontrollably. “You… you can’t bully me! And you definitely can’t use me to threaten my Senior Sisters! I may not have Cultivation, but I have plenty of strength!”

As if bolstering her courage, she closed her eyes and reached upward again.

Feng Jin was about to break the man’s upper arm when his other hand gathered spiritual power, poised to strike her chest.

Bo Xuenong grew frantic. Gripping the Suspended Ink Sword, she charged forward.

The sword flashed repeatedly, severing heads that rolled to the ground. She moved with lightning speed, but the man was too close to Feng Jin. With her eyes still closed, Feng Jin hadn’t noticed the lethal strike gathering in his other hand.

“Feng Jin!” Bo Xuenong shouted, desperate to make her open her eyes.

Feng Jin did open her eyes, but instead of the enemy’s attack, she saw a talisman paper flutter down and adhere to the man’s neck. In an instant, his slender neck exploded.

Warm bl00d splattered across her face. Feng Jin screamed in terror, “I… I killed someone!”

Bo Xuenong reached Feng Jin’s side, kicking away the remaining attackers. She was about to slaughter them all and then speak to Feng Jin when a swarm of azure talisman papers swept past her.

Wu Qingshu’s handiwork!

Bo Xuenong’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she immediately lunged forward.

Shen Yanting had finally allowed her to kill. To stop now would be a waste.

She had taken only one step when Shen Yanting saw through her intentions. “Nong’er.”

Bo Xuenong’s feet froze. She rubbed her palms together awkwardly, quickly concocting an excuse. “Master, shouldn’t we help Senior Wu?”