The disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect all assud a defensive stance, holding their swords across their chests.
They looked in shock at the unassuming woman atop the city wall, whose aura was as dazzling as a millennium’s splendor.
Secretly pondering who she was, they marveled at her ability to suppress and defeat their Sect Master with a single strike.
Baili Yu stood up from the pit, his gaze trembling as he looked at the Spirit Swords with blue Netherworld Flowers held by Yun Rong and Ling Zhaoxue.
His mind roared, his senses suddenly clouded, and his heart beat uncontrollably.
He stood stiffly in the midst of swirling dust, feeling a sharp and burning astringency in his throat, unsure how to respond.
Ying Ji clearly didn’t want to waste another glance at him. When she descended to the ruins of the capital and looked at Baili An, that strong and overwhelming aura dissipated completely.
She nodded slightly, her smoky voice carrying a hint of subtle, indulgent tenderness.
"Have you taken a liking to these little things?"
In the Six Realms, demons are classified into two types. One type is Demons, governed by the Demon Lord.
The other type is Spirit Demons, born with the Emperor’s mark, capable of becoming spirits and magical instrunts, and even becoming immortals, their life and death decided by the Emperor’s whims.
Even if forces like the Underground Dark City or Immortal Sect hunt demons or raise Spirit Demons, they don’t dare to do so so brazenly.
Yet, her tone was so casual, as if with Baili An’s nod, the troubleso demons were nothing more than a group of kittens or dogs.
If he liked them, she would forcibly seize them without reason.
Baili An grew up in the Tianxi Sword Sect. Back then, with his father present, his mother couldn’t openly show favoritism despite her hidden affection due to his status as Young Master.
Now, without that status, she seed determined to compensate for everything she couldn’t give him before.
Whatever he wanted, she would give him a hundred-fold.
Baili An never expected, at his age, to still be pampered like a child, finding it sowhat amusing. He nodded, deciding to act obediently in front of his mother.
Ying Ji nodded and flicked her sleeve, producing a Qiankun Bag.
A perfectly fine Xu Mi Jiezi magical treasure was made to look like a burlap sack from the marketplace.
She scooped up all the dying demons brought out by the Tianxi disciples without leaving a single one behind.
Baili Yu’s expression was complicated; he raised his hand as if to stop her but said nothing, sighing deeply as he lowered his hand heavily.
The Tianxi disciples on the side lacked the insight of their Sword Master.
A young Inner Disciple, seeing his Sect Master being bullied, felt indignation, and the proud nature of Tianxi disciples could not tolerate this.
At once, he pointed his Spirit Sword at the seemingly ordinary woman with anger, exclaiming fiercely: "Ah! Who is this ignorant shrew? The Emperor has strict orders; no private raising of Spirit Demons! Our Tianxi Sword Sect eradicates demons and evil; do you dare obstruct us?!"
Before the young fiery Inner Disciple could continue his tirade, Baili Yu glared at him, eyes as if ready to devour: "Shut your mouth! It’s not your place to speak here!"
The disciple was baffled by the shout, dared not to continue, and could only sullenly retrieve his sword and stand back.
Baili Yu concealed his anger, hesitantly looking at Ying Ji, about to exchange pleasantries: "You..."
But Ying Ji flicked her sleeve, securing the Qiankun Bag, placed her hand on Baili An’s shoulder, and without another glance at him, departed on the wind and clouds.
The marvelous wind-riding flying technique even surprised Yun Rong and Ling Zhaoxue watching.
In the blink of an eye, the figure was already a tiny red dot on the horizon.
Yun Rong, perceptive, noticed Baili Yu’s change in emotions: "Sect Master, the woman just now was..."
Before the words finished, a swift wind swept by, and Baili Yu vanished, heedless of the chaos in the city, chasing desperately in the woman’s direction.
"Sect Master!!!"
"Sect Master!!!"
Everyone’s expressions changed dramatically, ready to follow, but Baili Yu’s voice ca distantly from the wind: "Do not follow!"
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...
"Mother, your mind is disturbed."
Chang Feng none stop, Ying Ji’s hair was blown chaotic by the wind, she glanced at Baili An: "Little child, what do you know about a disturbed mind?"
Baili An laughed, crossing his arms: "If mother’s mind isn’t disturbed, why leave Xiaoshuang forgotten atop the city wall, only taking the child on a distant journey?"
Ying Ji’s flight in the sky suddenly halted, her face showing embarrassnt, releasing Baili An’s shoulder.
She gently pushed him, awkwardly saying: "How could you say that, leaving your wife behind and only worrying about your own travels?"
True to mischief, Baili An rolled his eyes helplessly, about to find a mountain top to land, when a whistling sword sound ca from behind.
Mother and son both froze, turning back to see Baili Yu chasing urgently on his sword.
Ying Ji held her forehead, face darkened: "Also like a ghost."
The sun had set, the last bit of daylight retreated, eerie blue night light descended upon the world, stars scattered everywhere, Baili Yu’s eyes shone particularly bright in the dark.
He stopped about ten ters from Ying Ji, gazing intently at her face, as if wanting to speak.
Ying Ji gave not a bit of face, her expression darkened: "The dignified Master of the Tianxi Sword Sect, chasing , an ignorant shrew, not afraid of being laughed at by your disciples?"
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