So it turns out I'm the demon!

Chapter 92 Madam He, you didn't want this either... (Seeking first subscriptions and monthly votes)

Jiang Mu kept her word.

The next morning, after finishing the last bite of breakfast, he rushed off to the Seventh Hall to find Xu Fu.

As for why not look for Ran Qingshan?

That old bastard definitely wouldn't agree to him going to the Divine Sword Sect at this time.

It wasn't that I was worried about his safety; after all, at this critical juncture, even if the Divine Sword Sect had ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare to attack the Demon Slayer Division.

The old man was mainly worried that he would cause trouble again.

Although Jiang Mu felt he was innocent, he was just going to take back what belonged to him and, incidentally, to secure some benefits for his subordinates.

But he couldn't go alone; he needed to find someone to take the fall.

We arrived at the seventh yamen (official residence).

Many demon slayers were training in the training ground, looking listless and lacking energy, as if they hadn't eaten enough.

Having grown accustomed to Yan Fenghuo's wolfish nature in the Fourth Hall, Jiang Mu was quite taken aback when the style suddenly shifted to that of a husky.

Sure enough, there's a reason why Xu Fu is called "Xu Leftovers".

These people deserve only to eat leftovers.

The moment Jiang Mu appeared, the previously lifeless Seventh Hall erupted into chaos.

The demon slayers all looked at them with awe and reverence.

If there were cell phones in this world, they would probably have swarmed around him asking for photos and autographs.

"Brother Jiang, what a rare guest!"

Hearing the commotion, Xu Fu quickly came out to greet them.

Looking at the spirited Jiang Mu in front of him, Xu Fu felt a mix of emotions.

He was once a trembling young master in the closet, but in the blink of an eye, he has become a prominent figure in the Demon Slayer Division.

This extraordinary turn of events is truly astonishing.

Call me Brother Jiang?

Jiang Mu frowned slightly and said calmly, "Xiao Xu, you're too kind. I just came here for a casual stroll."

Xiao Xu?

Xu Fu's lips twitched.

Goodness, when we first met, he called me "Brother Xu" so attentively, but now that he's all grown up, he's just "Little Xu"?

Jiang Mu laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Just kidding, I'm here today to tell you something good."

After all, Xu Fu was the first person he encountered after transmigrating.

The two of them were naked in the closet at the time, and they had experienced a passionate period together.

May this friendship last forever.

Xu Fu took a half-step back warily and said irritably, "What good news? If you're asking me to slay demons, I'm not going. I want to live a couple more years."

Although Jiang Mu is now famous, strangely enough, the demon slayers who originally wanted to join the Eighth Hall no longer dare to come to his door.

The reason is simple: Jiang Mu is too crazy.

In comparison, Yan Fenghuo and his group seemed much more normal.

"It's not about slaying demons."

Jiang Mu shook his head. "I wanted to invite you to go to the Divine Sword Sect with me to conduct some research."

"Research?"

Xu Fu was completely bewildered. "What is that thing?"

Jiang Mu said in a serious tone, "It's about conducting an in-depth investigation into the current implementation of the Divine Sword Sect's rectification efforts and exploring future cooperation directions between the two sides."

Xu Fu was completely confused.

Although I could understand each word individually, I had no idea what he was talking about when they were put together.

However, he understood the core meaning.

This guy is going to cause trouble at the Divine Sword Sect.

"I'm not going!"

Xu Fu shook his head decisively.

"Leftovers, this is your last chance."

Jiang Mu spoke earnestly, "Are you really content to be the clown in the Eight Halls of the Demon Slayer Division for the rest of your life? Do you know what people say about you behind your back?"

They say you're a leftover, leading the brothers to eat what others have left over, not even getting a sip of hot soup.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth: "The problem is, I need a reason! How am I supposed to explain this to Lord Ran?"

Jiang Mu patiently explained, "Didn't the Divine Sword Sect promise to donate a batch of resources to the Demon Slayer Division before? The medicinal herbs they planted hadn't been harvested yet, but it's about time."

We're going to collect medicinal herbs; that's a perfectly legitimate reason.

This is a lucrative post, and the kickbacks involved—you know what I mean. As long as the reason is legitimate, how could Lord Ran possibly stop him?

Xu Fu was somewhat tempted, but then frowned and said, "This isn't a good idea. The task of collecting supplies has always been the responsibility of Lord Wen of the Third Hall."

Jiang Mu almost couldn't help but kick him: "Why do you care about that Bi Yang thing? Your brothers have suffered terribly following you. If you're not going, fine, I'll go find Yan Fenghuo, that madman will definitely be happy to."

After saying that, Jiang Mu made a move to leave.

"No, no, no! I'll go, okay?"

Xu Fu panicked and grabbed Jiang Mu, "You wait here, I'll go ask the chief for instructions right away."

"Alright, go and come back quickly."

Jiang Mu waved her hand and instructed, "By the way, don't mention me. After it's done, just say you were short-handed and asked me to help move the medicinal herbs."

Xu Fu's eyes became suspicious: "Old Jiang, you're not planning something bad, are you? Don't get me into trouble."

Jiang Mu waved his hand: "Don't worry, you know I have a medicinal herb shop? Actually, I just want to get some insider prices and stock up on some good stuff."

The medicinal herbs grown by the Divine Sword Sect are of good quality. We can buy some at a low price, resell them, and make the profit, right?

So it turns out they wanted to get a kickback.

Xu Fu was relieved. Being greedy was good; being greedy made one seem more like a human being.

Xu Fu was extremely efficient; he returned excitedly in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Old Jiang, it's all set!"

Xu Fule's mouth stretched from ear to ear. "The headmaster gave me this job of collecting medicinal herbs, and I have to thank you for reminding me. On the way back, I calculated that I can make quite a bit of money. After all, the Divine Sword Sect is keeping a low profile right now, so we definitely have to pay them a good price."

Jiang Mu smiled and said, "Then let's go. Bring more people; it'll show we value this."

Xu Fu nodded and immediately selected twenty of his subordinates.

Jiang Mu also invited the Zhang brothers.

The more people, the better, so that the Divine Sword Sect won't dare to act recklessly.

The group set off in a grand procession.

On the way to the Divine Sword Sect, Jiang Mu chatted with Xu Fu while pondering how to "demand compensation" from the sect.

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Going too far is also not good; even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

Moreover, the fact that the Divine Sword Sect was able to get through this safely clearly means that the General Headquarters has someone protecting them.

Just as he was pondering this, he noticed that Zhang Daxiao beside him had a worried look on his face.

Jiang Mu asked curiously, "What's wrong? Did you run into trouble during your breakthrough? Tell me if you're having any difficulties."

Zhang Daxiao was moved and quickly shook his head: "No, it went very smoothly. I plan to officially go into seclusion to break through in two days. I'm quite confident this time, after all, the master used my merits to exchange for a lot of resources for me."

The people in the Seventh Hall around him looked on with envy.

Look at other people's bosses, then look at your own—

Alas, comparisons are odious.

Zhang Xiaokui, who was praising his master to his colleagues in the Seventh Hall, came over and chuckled, "My lord, you don't know this, but my brother has been troubled by love lately."

"Troubled by love?"

Jiang Mu became interested, "Which girl have you taken a fancy to?"

"No, no, that's not true!"

Zhang Daxiao's dark face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. He shoved his younger brother and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Xiaokui, however, was a big mouth and laughed, "I've liked her for a long time. She's a girl I grew up with in my hometown, but I never dared to confess. Although I think she's just so-so, my brother just likes her."

Jiang Mu asked, puzzled, "If you like someone, just go for it! What are you doing, you grown man, hesitating like this?"

Zhang Daxiao was so embarrassed that he kept scratching his head and remained silent.

Zhang Xiaokui laughed loudly, "My brother thinks he's ugly and is afraid that girls won't like him."

Jiang Mu said seriously, "Everyone has their own preferences. You're not her, how do you know she doesn't like ugly men?"

Zhang Daxiao: "————"

Zhang Xiaokui said helplessly, "There's nothing I can do, that's just my brother's personality. He keeps telling me that he's ugly because he didn't have a good name, and he's always thinking about changing it."

Jiang Mu laughed: "What does this have to do with the name?"

He remembered that in his previous life on Earth there was an online writer named "Top-Grade Bean Sprout," whose name was unremarkable, but who was recognized by readers as a literary genius, with an astonishing number of female fans.

Jiang Mu patted Zhang Da on the shoulder: "Once you break through, tons of girls will be lining up to come knocking on your door. The one you like might even regret not confessing to you sooner."

Zhang Dasui blushed with embarrassment after being spoken to.

The group chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at the foot of the Divine Sword Sect.

The Divine Sword Sect's spies had clearly already given the information.

At this moment, standing outside the mountain gate was a young man of average appearance and slightly short stature.

It was He Shuangdiao, the second young master of the Divine Sword Sect.

Compared to his deceased younger brother, this second young master was inconspicuous and could be easily lost in a crowd.

"Greetings, Lord Xu and Lord Jiang."

He Shuangtiao stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am He Shuangtiao."

Xu Fu whispered to Jiang Mu, "The second young master of the Divine Sword Sect."

Jiang Mu glanced at him and laughed, "The Divine Sword Sect's noses are really sharp! We haven't even gone up the mountain yet, and Second Young Master has already smelled the scent coming out?"

Xu Fu's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Why did you start by insulting them?

This guy was definitely here to cause trouble, and he suddenly regretted bringing this troublemaker along.

A shadow crossed He Shuangdiao's eyes, but he forced a smile and said, "My lord, you've come from afar. You must be tired. Please come in and have a cup of tea and rest your feet."

"No need for tea."

Before Jiang Mu could speak, Xu Fu interjected, "We are here on orders to collect that batch of medicinal herbs. Your sect should be ready, right?"

What kind of tea should we drink?

Let's hurry up and make our profit and leave, lest Jiang Mu have a relapse.

He Shuangdiao said, "It is truly an offense to trouble you two gentlemen to make this trip in person. In fact, I had already arranged for carriages and horses, and was preparing to have my servants deliver it to the Demon Slaying Division. Your urgency makes it seem as if our Divine Sword Sect is being inconsiderate."

These words were clearly a sarcastic jab at the Demon Slayer Division for their unseemly behavior, comparing them to uncultured, starving ghosts.

Jiang Mu nodded seriously: "Sending it over there and us coming to collect it ourselves are two different things."

"You still have to deliver what you're owed. What we're collecting this time is extra money we're demanding. How can you lump these two together?"

He Shuangdiao was stunned.

no----

I just casually made a sarcastic remark, "Are you really planning to try and have your cake and eat it too?"

I have never seen such a shameless person!

Xu Fu opened his mouth, shocked by Jiang Mu's shameless logic, and simply took a step back, keeping his eyes down and his mind at ease.

He's not exactly shameless, but compared to the person next to him, he's no match.

He Shuangtiao's fake smile finally crumbled, and he said coldly, "What does Lord Jiang mean by this?"

"Literal meaning."

Jiang Mu said calmly, "If you can't understand human language, then call out a manager who can. I will explain to him in person what the rules are."

He Shuangdiao's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Did Lord Jiang come here today specifically to cause trouble?"

Jiang Mu stepped forward, using his height advantage to look down at the other person, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Little potato, are you threatening me? Hmm? Threatening the Demon Slayer Division?"

He Shuangdiao clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and a chill ran through his eyes.

"Eagle!"

Just then, a voice, soft yet cold, came from inside the mountain gate.

A beautiful woman dressed in magnificent palace attire gracefully approached.

The woman was about forty years old, with her hair piled high and her figure full. In particular, her slightly upturned phoenix eyes possessed both the charm of a mature woman and a cold, dignified air.

It was He Shan'er, the wife of the Divine Sword Sect Master, who had just killed her husband to prove her Dao.

"daughter."

Upon seeing his mother, He Shuangdiao's expression changed, and he quickly lowered his head and stepped aside.

He Shan'er moved gracefully to the front of the crowd and gave a gentle curtsy: "I am He Shan'er, and I greet you all. My son is young and ignorant, and if he has offended you in any way, please forgive him."

Her gaze swept over Jiang Mu, and she parted her red lips slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips. "This must be the famous Lord Jiang, right? I've often heard of him on the mountain. Lord Jiang is now the leading figure in the Demon Slaying Division of Huzhou. His prominence is so great that even my good-for-nothing son couldn't compare."

These words sounded like a compliment, but they were actually sarcastic and implied that Jiang Mu had risen to power by stepping on her son's corpse.

Jiang Mu seemed not to understand, and waved his hand modestly: "Madam is too kind. In fact, compared to your son He Shuangying, I am still a bit inferior—after all, he has turned to ashes, while I have not yet become one."

I'm sorry, I'm a very straightforward person. Please accept my condolences, madam.

Next Qingming Festival, I will definitely burn more paper money for him so that he can have a better life in the afterlife.

Xu Fu, listening from the side, was terrified.

Brother, this is an eighth-level expert, can you watch your words?

Fortunately, I have the ability to teleport.

If this woman makes a move, I'll run away first.

Jiang Mu was actually a little uneasy inside.

However, he had already placed the teleportation anchor point outside the sect before coming, plus the scapegoat doll—

If this woman makes a move, I'll run away first.

He Shan'er's smile froze slightly, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure: "Lord Jiang is very kind."

This woman is a formidable character.

However, Jiang Mu had also probed her bottom line and felt confident, so he simply stopped pretending, looked directly into her eyes, and said calmly, "The city was not peaceful last night. Many outlaws from the martial arts world suddenly came to cause me trouble. Madam is well-informed, so you should understand what I mean, right?"

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He Shan'er's eyes flickered slightly, and she chuckled softly, "Does Lord Jiang suspect that we've leaked a secret?"

"I have no doubt; I trust my intuition."

Jiang Mu sneered, "Since someone wants my life, then my worthless life is worthless. I might as well risk it all here and see who dies first."

He Shan'er was silent for a moment, then gestured to Jiang Mu, "Lord Jiang, may I have a word with you in private?"

"A man and a woman alone together, isn't that inappropriate?"

"Lord Jiang will be satisfied."

"Okay then."

Jiang Mu turned and winked at Xu Fu, signaling them to go and move the medicinal herbs first. He then swaggered after He Shan'er toward a pavilion on the edge of the cliff.

Before leaving, he said to He Shuangdiao, "Little Potato, I need to talk to your mother about something. Don't bother us."

He Shuangtiao's temple throbbed, but he dared not make a move.

The two sat down in the pavilion.

He Shan'er waved away the maid who was serving tea. Once they were alone, the smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by an icy chill: "Lord Jiang is indeed incredibly bold, daring to come here alone with me. Aren't you afraid—you won't return?"

Jiang Mu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smiled, "Actually, I'm really looking forward to something happening. Like right now, being alone with my wife in this cliffside pavilion, with a gentle breeze on our faces and beautiful scenery before us, it would be even more wonderful if there were some romantic moments."

He Shan'er narrowed her phoenix eyes: "Lord Jiang, do you know that if I really wanted to kill you, it would be as easy as crushing an ant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure erupted.

The aura of an eighth-realm expert poured down like a collapsing mountain.

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In an instant, a fierce wind arose around the pavilion, startling birds into flight, and even the drifting clouds on the cliff edge seemed to freeze in place by this force.

The power of the Eight Realms is terrifying.

The teacup in Jiang Mu's hand also made a soft "clicking" sound.

But his expression remained unchanged, as steady as a rock.

Jiang Mu put down her teacup, met He Shan'er's murderous gaze, and smiled gently: "Madam, we are all intelligent people."

"You probably don't want the Divine Sword Sect to have a bunch of new evidence of colluding with demons found, do you?"

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