So it turns out I'm the demon!

Chapter 91 Bai Xiang: Qing'er is putting so much pressure on me (Seeking monthly votes, 7th update)

The martial arts practitioners who were watching were completely dumbfounded.

This art style is off!

Even if Chen Dachui fails to seize power, it's because he's less skilled than others.

But after all, he's a fourth-level cultivator. How come he can't even withstand a single strike from that kid?

The difference in combat power is just too outrageous.

The crowd grew wary, and their greed was quickly replaced by fear.

"Cough cough————"

Chen Dachui struggled to his feet, his eyes no longer filled with the arrogance and conceit of before. Looking at Jiang Mu, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth, and said, "Fine! You really are something! I admit defeat this time. We'll meet again someday!"

After uttering those harsh words, he grabbed the hammer from the ground, turned around, and sprinted down a side alley to the left.

The rule of the underworld is: if you can't beat someone, run away.

As long as you run fast enough, you can make up for the loss of face today by bragging about it tomorrow.

"I knew you were going to run that way."

Jiang Mu snorted coldly.

With a slight thought, his figure vanished instantly.

It appeared at the location of the shadowy anchor point that had been set up at the alley entrance.

It happened to block Chen Dachui's path.

Chen Dachui, who was running wildly with his head down, suddenly felt a blur before his eyes. When he saw that familiar cold face, he was horrified.

At the same time, a dazzling blade of light rushed towards us!

"impossible!!"

Chen Dachui's eyes widened in fury, and in a moment of haste, he raised his giant hammer to block.

But it was still a step too late.

puff!

The blade flashed across the neck, and a head flew into the air, the expression on the face still frozen in that moment of terror.

The headless corpse stood frozen for a moment.

Then he collapsed to the ground with a "thud".

Jiang Mu flicked the blood off the tip of his knife, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings. His voice was icy: "Openly attacking an official of the imperial court in the street, and then trying to run away after losing? Do you really think this Huzhou City is your private property, where you can come and go as you please?"

Those cultivators who were originally observing were all horrified.

This guy is a killing machine!

Several figures had already slipped away stealthily, disappearing faster than rabbits.

The remaining people didn't dare to linger any longer. Some even bowed to Jiang Mu from afar before slinking away.

But one person slowly emerged from the shadows.

He was an elderly man.

He was about sixty years old, wearing a gray long gown, and had a slender figure.

But as he stood there, he resembled an ancient sword with its blade concealed, exuding a sharpness and vigor that belied his age.

Cultivation of the Four Realms.

Jiang Mu frowned slightly and smiled, "I still underestimated the allure of star positions. There are always those who are not afraid of death and are willing to do stupid things."

The old man remained calm and said indifferently, "Lord Jiang, you are mistaken. When you went to seize the star position, in the eyes of others, wasn't it like an ant trying to shake a tree, or an egg trying to break a rock? But in the end, you still succeeded."

He paused, his voice desolate: "The great road is as clear as the blue sky, yet I alone cannot find my way out."

I'm an old man who's over sixty years old. I started learning martial arts at eight and entered the Taoist path at twelve. I once thought I was also a chosen one of heaven, and that one day I would reach the pinnacle.

But after all this time, wasting half my life, I'm still just a pseudo-star official. It seems this is all there is to my life.

Jiang Mu said, "So you're here to risk your life? Then make your move. Since you dare to step forward, you must have some confidence."

The old man shook his head: "Before, I did want to take a gamble and seize your star position. But I don't want to anymore."

Why?

"Because we can't take it."

The old man said frankly, "After seeing that strike, I knew that even if I risked my life, I would not be your match."

Jiang Mu was speechless: "Then what are you doing out here? Coming here to lament about life?"

"I would like to ask Lord Jiang for a favor."

The old man cupped his hands in greeting.

Jiang Mu suddenly felt like complaining.

Are all these martial arts practitioners out of their minds? They just wanted to kill me and steal my treasure, and now they want my help?

What were you thinking?

Ignoring Jiang Mu's expression, the old man continued, "Twenty years ago, my only son, daughter-in-law, and my grandson who had just turned three were all killed overnight."

For the past twenty years, I have been cultivating day and night, even resorting to forbidden techniques that shorten my lifespan, all in the hope that one day I can personally avenge my enemy.

Unfortunately—that enemy is too well hidden, and I have yet to succeed in taking him down.

Therefore, I humbly request Lord Jiang's assistance. I believe only you can help me. Of course, I will not let you work in vain.

Jiang Mu coldly asked, "Is your enemy a demon?"

The old man shook his head: "No, it's a person."

Jiang Mu sheathed his sword and said irritably, "I'm an official of the Demon Slayer Bureau, specializing in slaying demons. Don't bother me with your Jianghu grudges."

He walked to Chen Dachui's body, squatted down, and began to skillfully examine the corpse.

Looting corpses is a good habit.

The old man looked at him and said in a deep voice, "I can offer you information about a 'legitimate Heavenly Star' as payment. In addition, I will also present you with a superior martial arts manual."

Jiang Mu's hand, which was touching the corpse, suddenly stopped.

He looked up and stared at the old man: "Do you know who possesses the authentic Heavenly Star?"

"Know."

The old man nodded. "Moreover, this person's cultivation level is not high. He is at the bottom among cultivators above the fifth realm. He is just hiding it well. If he is discovered, he has some secret techniques. Even a powerful cultivator at the fourth realm perfection could kill him."

Jiang Mu sneered, "Since it's so easy to kill someone and the reward is so generous, if you really wanted revenge, all the experts on the street would have been fighting over it long ago. Why would you have waited until now?"

The old man said seriously, "Over the years, I have indeed secretly observed many people, but none of them meet the requirements."

"Only after witnessing Lord Jiang's intervention did I realize that in this world, only you can avenge me."

Jiang Mu fell into deep thought.

Besides the swordsmanship, the most impressive thing in that battle was the teleportation.

In other words, the old man came to make a deal because he was interested in his teleportation ability.

Only teleportation can deal with his enemies?

What kind of people are these enemies?

However, this old man's origins are unclear, and it's hard to say whether he's deliberately making up lies to set a trap and kill him.

Moreover, the Heavenly Star is still quite far from him at present.

If we really need to find intelligence, with the Demon Slayer Division as our powerful backing and Ling Ye as our "big brother" patrol officer, how could we possibly not get information?

Thinking of this, Jiang Mu shook her head: "You should find someone else."

The old man's eyes dimmed, and he did not pursue the matter further.

He took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket, gently placed it on the ground, and weighed it down with a small stone: "My name is Dong Wanhai. This is my address. If Lord Jiang changes his mind in the future, or becomes interested in the Heavenly Star, he may come to find me at any time."

After speaking, the old man bowed deeply to Jiang Mu, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

"Damn, he really is a poor bastard."

Jiang Mu looked at the few taels of silver he had taken from Chen Dachui's corpse and curled his lips in displeasure.

He walked up to the letter, hesitated for a moment, then picked it up, unfolded it, and looked at the address on it.

Then, with a flick of his fingertips, he shook the letter into powder.

After dealing with the scene, Jiang Mu summoned the yamen runners patrolling the nearby streets and asked them to notify the department to clean up the area, and also to report the matter to Ran Qingshan.

Not long after, Zai Qingshan arrived with his men.

Looking at the headless corpse on the ground, the chief official looked helpless.

Why is this guy never quiet?

However, no sooner had he said he would ensure that the man could walk freely in Huzhou City than he was ambushed and killed on the street.

This is truly a slap in the face.

Jiang Mu spoke frankly: "My lord, I strongly suspect that someone from the Divine Sword Sect or within our ranks deliberately leaked information, intending to use someone else to do our dirty work. Should I take some men and go directly to the Divine Sword Sect to investigate?"

He felt suffocated if he couldn't let it out.

Ran Qingshan was startled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't rush, I'll have someone investigate secretly. Don't run around these next two days, stay home obediently. I have an even more important task for you."

Should we send this jinx to the Divine Sword Sect?

It seems like another controversy is about to erupt.

"Task?"

Jiang Mu's heart skipped a beat, and she tentatively asked, "Are you going to Yan City to help exterminate the demons?"

Zai Qingshan didn't say anything explicitly, but vaguely said, "Go back and rest first. I'll have someone deal with these unruly martial arts cultivators in the city. Don't worry, I can still protect you in this small territory of Huzhou City."

Jiang Mu silently complained to herself.

My lord, your words are completely unreliable.

But outwardly, he still respectfully cupped his hands and said, "Yes, subordinate understands."

It was late at night when I got home.

Bai Xiang had already washed the dishes and was now sitting under the light in the front hall, holding an account book and rapidly working on the abacus.

The dim light illuminated her focused profile.

Jiang Mu leaned against the door frame and sighed, "This housekeeper has it tough."

She had to manage the yard, cook, do laundry, keep accounts, and even get bothered by her husband's daily hand-touching antics.

This level of misery is off the charts.

The processing fee must be increased.

Even if he's a capitalist, he shouldn't exploit a weak woman like this.

Jiang Mu walked over and asked directly, "Why were you kicking me under the table while we were eating?"

Bai Xiang didn't even lift her eyelids, continuing to fiddle with the abacus.

The crackling sound was crisp and pleasant.

Very good, daring to treat the master with such an attitude.

Jiang Mu turned and walked out of the hall, casually tossing out, "Your wages will be deducted next month."

Bai Xiang paused in moving the abacus beads.

She looked up and waved her little pink fist at Jiang Mu's back.

Real shrimp head!

After a while, the man's head poked in from outside the hall again, holding up two fingers: "Just one more reminder, my birthday is in two days. Remember to surprise me!"

After saying that, he pulled his head back in.

Bai Xiang took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to throw the abacus.

She continued to do the calculations, but the more she did, the more frustrated she became.

"Snapped!"

She slammed her hand on the abacus, puffed out her cheeks, and then muttered through gritted teeth, "I might as well give you a coffin!"

After finishing the accounts with a sullen face, Bai Xiang went into the courtyard.

Yuan Aqing was diligently practicing her stance under the moonlight. The little girl was radiating heat, clearly at a crucial moment in her breakthrough.

After she finished her practice, Bai Xiang walked over and, gesturing the famous hand gesture, asked:

【Little Qing, have you decided what birthday gift to give Master?】

These past few days, besides reminding her, that guy has also been tormenting Yuan Aqing quite a bit, constantly nagging the little girl in her ear.

Yuan Aqing wiped her sweat, her face flushed, and nodded, saying, "I've thought it through."

?

You've really thought this through?

Bai Xiang, who had originally planned to gather allies to resist, was a little annoyed and asked curiously:

What are you planning to give as a gift?

Yuan Aqing mysteriously trotted into the house and quickly took out a strange gadget.

It was half a gourd with several bamboo tubes of varying lengths stuck in it.

Bai Xiang was somewhat puzzled.

What is this?

Yuan Aqing explained, "This is called a gourd sheng, it's a musical instrument. My mother taught me how to play it. Although it's not valuable, but—"

As she spoke, Yuan Aqing brought the instrument to her lips and began to play it softly.

"Waaaaah—"

The melodious music flowed through the night.

The sound is somewhat like a xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute), but softer and more mellow, with a unique vibrato and the simplicity of the mountains and fields, and also conveying an indescribable sorrow.

Bai Xiang listened intently.

I never expected this little girl to have this trick up her sleeve.

When the music ended, Yuan Aqing put down her gourd sheng, looking embarrassed. She lowered her head, shuffled her feet on the ground, and whispered, "I don't know what to give Master—I don't have any money either."

Later, I remembered this piece of music. In my heart, this piece of music is very important to me. It is a memento left to me by my mother.

I think—if I play it for the master, he'll probably like it, right?

Bai Xiang took the gourd flute, looked at it, and fell silent.

This gift, though small, carries great sentiment.

That guy will definitely be touched.

In contrast, if I were to just give a perfunctory answer, wouldn't I seem insincere?

Bai Xiang had a headache.

I never expected that this little girl would put pressure on her.

Or perhaps—you could make your own instrument?

Play the flute?

Play the piano?

But playing musical instruments and singing are seen by many people today as the skills of courtesans. How could I, as a woman of such status, do such a thing?

That's about pleasing others!

No no no.

inside the house.

Jiang Mu lay on the bed, her hands behind her head, pondering her next plan.

Inside the transparent bubble floating beside them, three demonic figures were tirelessly cultivating.

The First Demon Shadow sat cross-legged and practiced breathing exercises to solidify his foundation.

The second demonic figure was practicing the "Mysterious Gang True Explanation" given to him by Ling Ye.

The third demonic figure is diligently cultivating the "Purple Extreme Technique".

The real Jiang Mu was the one who suffered the most – he was lying flat.

After discovering that the orthodox star position would have no impact even if it were moved, Jiang Mu simply handed over "Earthly Hidden Star" to the Second Demon Shadow and completely became a hands-off manager.

The magic blood in the magic tank can probably sustain high-intensity AFK farming for about a month.

Next to the magic slot, a small black vortex was floating.

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This is a demonic core formed after slaying hundreds of demons in Black Wind Valley. It is not yet fully formed and is still undergoing its own condensation.

The last time I fed the magic pill to Number One, it awakened the divine skill of [Teleportation].

I wonder what kind of big prize will be awarded this time.

"With the blessing of the orthodox star position, I am now in the late stage of the third realm. At this rate, I will reach the Great Perfection of the third realm in one or two months at most, and the fourth realm will be just around the corner."

Jiang Mu stroked his chin, pondering, "Once I reach the fourth realm, I need to find a Heavenly Gang-level star position in advance. Otherwise, once I reach the Perfection stage, without the corresponding star position, I won't be able to break through to the fifth realm."

Of course, if you really can't find an orthodox one, the Demon Slayer Division should have some pseudo-star official seals of the Heavenly Gang level that can be used as a substitute, so there's no need to worry too much.

After all, there are only thirty-six orthodox star positions at the Heavenly Gang level.

Throughout the entire Daqing Dynasty, there are probably only a handful of big shots of this caliber, and in a wretched place like Huzhou City, they shouldn't even dream of it.

"The path to immortality lies alone, the path to immortality lies alone—"

Jiang Mu rolled over and muttered, "Damn it, this damn Heavenly Dao, is it trying to force everyone to be a cursed lone star?"

He rubbed his face, then suddenly remembered something else.

On the way back tonight, Ling Ye mentioned Yuan Aqing.

They say this girl has extraordinary talent; she's not only suited for Qi cultivation but also a promising candidate for swordsmanship. They suggest nurturing her towards swordsmanship in the future.

So it seems my little girl is a little genius in swordsmanship?

As a lord, one naturally has to pave the way for one's own employees.

Weapons, sword manuals, and the like—we need to get a decent set, right?

The Demon Slayer's treasury does have some, but unfortunately I used up all my merits exchanging for Star Official Seals.

Moreover, the standard weapons of the Demon Slayer Division are not worthy of a young genius.

"Kendo — Kendo —"

"Snapped!"

Jiang Mu suddenly slapped his thigh and sat up abruptly.

How could we forget about the "Divine Sword Sect"!

This is a renowned sword sect in the martial arts world, with a history spanning a century and profound heritage.

There must be tons of divine weapons and peerless sword manuals inside! This leak of information that has led to a manhunt in the martial world must be the work of the Divine Sword Sect.

Just right.

A while ago, he had a "beloved sword" that was borrowed by that kid He Shuangying.

Now the man is dead, but the sword has not been returned.

Does this sound like a word?

This is absolutely shameless!

It is only natural that a son should repay his father's debts and a father should repay his son's debts.

Since He Shuangying is gone, then we'll ask his mother and his grandfather for help!

"It's decided!"

Jiang Mu's eyes gleamed. "Tomorrow I'll go to the Divine Sword Sect and collect the debt!"

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