This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered
Chapter 234 - 229: It looks like a pile of dog poop

Chapter 234: Chapter 229: It looks like a pile of dog poop

The situation did not escalate, and Ke Mengzhan and He Zhiqing stopped right after exchanging one move.

Both knew each other well, and this brief exchange was their unique way of greeting, although it was a bit louder this time.

As for the spectators who were knocked unconscious...

Sorry, not responsible.

Now, He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan continued to talk and laugh under the tree, while Su Youyi and Yu Gejing also had a lot to catch up on, holding hands and talking about recent times as soon as they met.

"Pang Sister, did you fight with He Zhiqing when you came to the Sword Pond?" Liu Rouxin secretly clicked her tongue; judging from that strike just now, He Zhiqing must be in the late Fifth Realm, right?

Not just Pang Sister; she also wanted to jump over and have a go with He Zhiqing.

"It wasn’t him, it was Yu Gejing." Pang Qingshi glanced away and shook her head, explaining casually but without going into detail.

"Eh, Yu Gejing? The daughter of the Sect Master of Complete Heaven Sect? Why did you fight with her?" Liu Rouxin was somewhat puzzled, as she had never heard of any interaction between Pang Sister and Yu Gejing.

"Could it be because of a man?" Liu Rouxin’s eyes twirled mischievously as she glanced towards He Zhiqing, who was having a serious conversation with Ke Mengzhan, a guess forming in her mind.

She might look young, but her real age wasn’t small, and she understood a lot! Objectively speaking, Yu Gejing certainly could compete with Pang Sister in terms of looks, but subjectively, Pang Sister was streets ahead of Yu Gejing.

If it really was because of a man, that would be interesting—Senluo Sect’s current Chief and the daughter of Complete Heaven Sect’s Sect Master competing over a man, just thinking about it is thrilling!

If the Sect Master of Complete Heaven and the Master of Senluo found out, wouldn’t they start a fight across half of Mystical Mechanism Continent?

But while those few had not caught up for long, they saw a handsome, bald young monk gasping for breath as he climbed to the mountain top carrying Zhou Wudao.

At this time, Zhou Wudao was still holding a paintbrush, concentrating on his unfinished future masterpiece:

"The Waterfall Chanting Map"

"Master Hui Zhi? You’re here too? And why are you carrying that guy?" He Zhiqing seemed to know everyone, greeting Hui Zhi with a wave upon seeing him.

"The little monk just happened to meet Benefactor Zhou on the road. Benefactor Zhou mentioned that his recent painting theme is somewhat related to Zen, so we came together," the clean and neat Hui Zhi first greeted the four people seated with a Buddhist salute, then put down Zhou Wudao, still lost in his world, before explaining with eyes lowered.

"Wow, you’re unlucky to run into this painting fanatic," He Zhiqing said with some schadenfreude, and everyone except Su Youyi had a similar expression.

"Sister Yu, why do you say that?" Su Youyi didn’t quite understand the meaning of this sentence and quietly asked Yu Gejing.

"This is Master Hui Zhi from Zen, and the painting addict is Zhou Wudao, the Big Prince of Xuanzhou Immortal Dynasty, who is naturally fond of painting, although unfortunately, no one appreciates it," Yu Gejing pursed her lips and explained softly with a smile.

"Zhou Wudao’s mind is filled with various ideas every day, and once it involves painting, he gets so engrossed that he forgets to sleep and everything else, which can sometimes be quite troublesome."

Su Youyi, understanding a bit more as Zhou Wudao remained unresponsive even while being spoken about, looked at him.

"This must be a disciple of Banished Immortal from Taoist Sect, right? I’ve long heard of your great reputation. I am Hui Zhi, and I’ve had the pleasure of seeing you, Fairy Su," Hui Zhi seriously looked at Su Youyi before nodding with a smile.

Su Youyi was surprised to find that Master Hui Zhi’s pupils were not the normal black but a faint gold, giving off a mysterious and profound feeling when making eye contact.

However, upon hearing the monk’s compliment, Su Youyi did not forget her manners and replied softly:

"Master Hui Zhi gives me too much credit; my master has also mentioned you, praising your profound Buddhist heart and holy nature, surely you will be a great monk in the future."

"To be praised by the Banished Immortal is indeed a great fortune for this little monk," Hui Zhi truly didn’t expect to be noticed by the Banished Immortal, considering Zen and Banished Immortal weren’t exactly on friendly terms.

The Great Sun True Body is still lying at somebody else’s place, and some high monks in the temple think about how to beat Chen Hua and seize back the Cultivation Technique every day.

It’s mainly about wanting to beat Chen Hua.

However, Hui Zhi believed that those in the temple probably just thought about it; after all, they probably couldn’t beat Chen Hua with their skills.

"It’s finished!" A jubilant voice came from Zhou Wudao’s side, attracting everyone’s attention.

He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan exchanged glances, seeing a bit of helplessness in each other’s eyes, reminding them of some unpleasant memories.

"He Zhiqing, Ke Mengzhan, come and see how my painting turned out?" Zhou Wudao, in his worn clothes, stood up, lifting his latest proud artwork high in his arms, eager to show it off to the world.

"Sss..."

"Eh..."

Two ambiguous noises came from the mouths of He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to judge, but this painting... this pile of pigments, they couldn’t make out anything at all.

Yu Gejing had guessed this would happen and quickly pulled Su Youyi far away.

Even the usually aloof Master Hui Zhi looked around before Zhou Wudao found him, chose a suitable large tree, and sat down in front of it to start reciting sutras.

"Zhou Wudao, this man, after finishing a painting, likes to have others judge it and becomes extremely verbose. But he has absolutely no self-awareness about his own painting skills; hardly anyone can tell what he’s actually painted," Yu Gejing whispered cautiously to Su Youyi, shuddering slightly.

Initially, when Zhou Wudao asked He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan to critique his work, those two were in a rush preparing to fight each other. Seeing from a distance Zhou Wudao holding a mosaic-like canvas, they thought it was a masterful work by the Prince and flattered him a few times.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Wudao took them as confidants—unilaterally that is, and since then, he had been bringing all his new works to these two for critique.

But after He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan fought, when they saw the initial "Jiangnan Beauty Map" again, they almost thought Zhou Wudao had been painting a Demon Clan in its true form.

Now, Zhou Wudao was standing in front of a blob of indistinct cyan-white paint material, passionately explaining to He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan the various exquisite aspects of his painting, while the two listeners’ faces darkened like the bottom of a pot, too embarrassed to burst out.

After all, it was they who had flattered Zhou Wudao enough to almost restore his lost confidence, and now they had to endure the torment to their eyes and ears.

But if they could go back to that moment, they’d definitely team up and give Zhou Wudao a good beating before saying anything else.

"There’s some noise."

"The stairs can be climbed now!"

"Move quickly, let’s get in and gain the upper hand!"

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A commotion arose below, and at Yu Gejing’s signal, He Zhiqing and the others finally reopened their closed ears, retracting their expressionless faces.

Covering Zhou Wudao’s still babbling mouth, they brought back some peace to the world.

"Brother Zhou, we should go inside now, let’s talk about the paintings in our next life, alright?" He Zhiqing, with a dangerous look in his eyes yet still wearing a gentle smile, covered Zhou Wudao’s mouth and whispered closely.

Meanwhile, Ke Mengzhan, standing beside, had startling Sword Qi appearing at his fingertips, ready to pierce a hole in Zhou Wudao if he dared to disagree.

"Mmm..." Zhou Wudao sensed the subtle murderous intent from Ke Mengzhan, and the increasingly strong grip on his mouth, and ultimately, he chose to follow his heart. After all, exploring the path of painting requires one to be alive first; he was not yet at the Realm to appreciate the beauty of death.

"Eh? Have the Blood Control Sect and the Senluo Wanxiang Sect already gone inside?" Su Youyi glanced over but noticed the two figures on the mountain had disappeared, leaving only the green grass.

"Senluo Wanxiang Sect, hmph!" Yu Gejing felt a headache recalling that misty, picturesque woman, but it seemed due to a previous fight before coming here, they hadn’t bothered them this time in the Secret Realm.

She didn’t believe the abilities of the Senluo Wanxiang Sect failed to calculate her and her junior brother’s whereabouts.

"Sect rivalry?" Su Youyi saw Sister Yu’s displeased face.

Even at Youdao Mountain, she had heard about the grudges between the Complete Heaven Sect and the Senluo Wanxiang Sect. Every time her master mentioned the scene where Sect Master Fang met Sect Master Wan, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter, saying he loved watching those two fight and talk at the same time.

"Not entirely, but Pang Qingshi has always held hostility towards junior brother He, quite inexplicably so. Before coming here, I even fought with her," Yu Gejing shook her head.

Her intuition as a woman told her that Pang Qingshi’s hostility towards junior brother He was aimed specifically at him and wasn’t because of the sects’ rivalry; it almost made her wonder if junior brother had done something to wrong the girl.

"Junior brother He, he isn’t that kind of person, right?" Su Youyi felt a bit dumb. He Zhiqing didn’t seem like that type of person.

"Hmph, I’d be grateful if that blockhead could figure it out," Yu Gejing replied irritably; despite her hints, that blockhead just couldn’t see it.

"And the young girl from the Blood Control Sect?"

Su Youyi remembered the little girl, Pang Qingshi. She looked even younger than her.

"Liu Rouxin, that little maniac, other than fighting, she has no other interests. I reckon her next target will be you. Don’t be fooled by her small appearance; she’s about the same age as me," Yu Gejing didn’t envy her youthful appearance; after all, a tiny frame couldn’t be a partner to junior brother.

"Let’s go; we should also get moving," Yu Gejing lazily stretched, showing off her graceful figure, and stood up pulling Su Youyi with her.

"Alright."

Then He Zhiqing and Ke Mengzhan slightly intimidated Zhou Wudao before waking up Master Hui Zhi, who was sitting under the tree reciting sutras, planning to enter together.

Their generation of sect chiefs, except for the weirdos from the Blood Control Sect and the Senluo Wanxiang Sect, generally had good relations. Although there was competition, it was a fair competition.

Being in the same circle, they didn’t really have significant grudges, which also had a direct relationship with the peaceful and harmonious atmosphere of today’s Cultivation World.

However, those who truly had conflicts with them were probably the talents from the other First-Grade Sects outside of their super forces.

The Super Force had been in a high untouchable position for many years, and other First-Grade forces had yet to break through limits and successfully advance. Over time, the accumulated grievances were not minor.

Although the due respect was still there, who knows what plans were concocted privately.