N-A-A Chapter 89 That's right, it's a huge disgrace to Shen Yi.
Chapter 89 That's right, it's a huge disgrace to Shen Yi.
Chapter 80 That's right, it's a huge disgrace to Shen Yi.
The Tongjie Boat was moored at the dock at the deepest part of the Banbuduo Inn. The boat was long and narrow and looked like an ordinary fishing boat that could barely carry a few people.
The boatman, a man in his forties with an ordinary face, was wearing a gray cloth short coat and was squatting at the stern, slowly tidying up the mooring ropes.
Shen Yi recognized him at a glance; wasn't this the steward who would be by Bai Suzhen's side in the future?
He didn't say much, just nodded slightly to the boatman, and then jumped onto the boat first.
Eight ounces followed closely behind, his expression a mixture of excitement and tension.
After all, before receiving guidance from Guan Yin and Shen Yi, he was just a half-baked cultivator. Now, he can not only avenge his master but also go to the demonic path to gain some experience.
Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing remained quite calm, as this wasn't their first time riding on this interdimensional boat.
Stepping into the cabin, the space inside was over a hundred square meters, completely different from what it looked like from the outside. It must have been created using the magic of the Sumeru Mustard Seed.
"Hold on tight."
The boatman pushed off with his long pole and gently dipped it into the water. The boat jolted, and the surrounding scenery began to distort. The gray brick wall, the gloomy sky overhead, and the faint outline of the inn in the distance all stretched, spun, and shattered in the field of vision, eventually transforming into a boundless lake.
Formation?
Shen Yi looked at the changing environment around him and thought to himself.
This should be the Forgetful Hammer Formation from the original storyline, but it hasn't been activated yet.
He couldn't help but look at the boatman again. As the helmsman, Shen Yi didn't believe that he didn't know how to open or close the Forgetfulness Hammer Formation.
But as before, given my current weakness, it's not worth saying anything and causing trouble for myself.
Since they had nothing better to do, Shen Yi suggested they discuss philosophy.
Bai Suzhen readily agreed. Although she was devoted to the Tao, she had always been buried in arduous cultivation and did not truly understand the "Tao." Otherwise, Guanyin Bodhisattva would not have asked her to collect eight drops of tears.
So after the conversation, Bai Suzhen felt she had gained a lot, and her gaze toward Shen Yi became more respectful.
No wonder he's a master who can say he was a demon in his past life and a human in this one!
In the demonic realm, there is no sun; the sky is an eternal black curtain, and the air is filled with an indescribable scent—the aura of demons.
The so-called demonic aura actually has some resemblance to the smell of blood or the body odor of wild animals.
Monsters are different from humans. They are born to eat raw meat and drink blood, so they are naturally very different from humans. They are like primitive people. Even if you dress them up like ordinary people, you can still feel the wildness that comes from the inside out.
"Come with me, my house isn't far from here."
Bai Suzhen led the three of them, not on the main road, but through the rocks and withered trees.
Shen Yi noticed that Bai Suzhen's footsteps were extremely light, almost silent, and her clothes fluttered slightly in the night wind, like a white cloud drifting across the wilderness.
Xiaoqing followed behind her, but she wasn't so careful anymore, and would occasionally crush a pebble, making a crisp cracking sound.
Shen Yi didn't take it seriously, leisurely trailing behind, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
On the way here, he had already taught Ba Liang the art of concealing his breath, so he wasn't afraid of the monsters discovering that they were human.
However, there were far more demons in the demonic path than he had expected. This place could easily form its own settlement and could already be considered a demon city.
"arrive."
After walking for about half an hour, Bai Suzhen stopped in front of a mansion. "Let's rest for the night and go to the Purple Bat Spirit's residence tomorrow."
This was her long-lost old residence. Bai Suzhen pushed open the door. The courtyard was still tidy, with several unidentifiable plants growing in the corner, their leaves shimmering with a faint purple light. She raised her hand and lit a few oil lamps in the room, the orange glow dispelling the chill.
Ba Liang touched the official seal in his pocket, unable to contain himself any longer: "Let's just go, what are we waiting for? Let's stamp it down while that bat demon is off guard, and everything will be fine."
"The Purple Bat Spirit's cultivation is above mine. If you rashly intrude, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you."
Bai Suzhen glanced at him, her tone gentle yet undeniable, "Although the demonic path has no day or night, it gets tired during the day. Going then is the safest course of action."
This is also why she agreed to Shen Yi's request; she felt obligated to rid the Three Realms of the scourge of the Purple Bat Spirit, as she was about to become an immortal.
Ba Liang wanted to say something more, but Shen Yi stopped him with a look. He could only sullenly hug the gold seal and shrink into the corner, muttering something under his breath.
Shen Yi looked around the mansion. Bai Suzhen was now focused on the Dao, and the furnishings inside were very simple.
He casually chose a side room to stay in, sat cross-legged on the bed, but did not immediately enter meditation. Instead, he opened the chat group and browsed the latest updates of Shen Yi and others from other worlds.
Shen Yi in the world of Condor Heroes has completely let himself go. Ever since he realized that he could use the Soul Transfer Technique to control the Song Dynasty royal family, he sneaked into the Lin'an Palace without saying a word, hypnotized the emperor and all the officials, and casually appointed himself as the "National Preceptor of the Song Dynasty" and established the Quanzhen Sect as the state religion.
Shen Yi is now working to unify the martial arts world, running rampant and killing anyone who gets in his way.
[The Legend of the Condor Heroes]: Let me tell you, I defeated Qiu Qianren in just three moves, only three moves!
[Death God]: Tsk, you're not good enough. Even with cheat codes, you still need three moves.
[Kamen Rider Gabe]: That's right, he really embarrassed Shen Yi.
[The Legend of the Condor Heroes]: Can you blame me? It's the limitation of the world; it's too weak!
[Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress]: Really? I don't believe it.
The Legend of the Condor Heroes: ————
Shen Yi watched the banter in the group chat, a slight smile playing on his lips. He then closed the chat window and began circulating his internal energy, the warm energy flowing gently along his meridians.
The next day, the four set off early and arrived at the residence of the thousand-year-old purple bat spirit.
Is this the residence of a thousand-year-old demon?
Shen Yi looked it over and found that it was not as good as Bai Suzhen's mansion. It had blue bricks and gray tiles, a low lintel, mottled courtyard walls, and not even a stone lion in front of the gate. It was only a little wider than an ordinary person's house. It was really not worthy of the title "Demon Lord".
But then I thought about it again, and realized that monsters have different aesthetic tastes than humans, so it's already quite impressive that they've managed to decorate their house like this.
The Purple Bat Demon was very arrogant. His huge mansion didn't even have a gatekeeper, and he didn't have many demons under his command. The title of Demon Lord was just self-proclaimed, so the group infiltrated very easily.
In the very center of the main hall, a figure in black robes was hanging upside down from a beam, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes closed, as if he were fast asleep.
The black robe was wide, completely concealing his figure, revealing only a pale, almost transparent face. His features were fairly regular, but his lips were a deep black, and there was a Batman mark on his forehead—cough, a bat symbol.
good chance!
Ba Liang's eyes lit up, and he rushed in with the official seal in his arms. Shen Yi tried to stop him but didn't have time. He could only curse under his breath and draw his broadsword from his back to follow closely behind.
Although Ba Liang was reckless, he wasn't entirely brainless. He rushed to within three steps of the Purple Bat Spirit, suddenly raised the golden seal, and slammed it hard into the creature's back.
The official seal emitted a dazzling golden light, and a surge of righteous energy flowed out like a tide. But just as the golden seal was about to touch the black robe, the purple bat spirit's figure suddenly swayed, and he drifted away half a foot like a falling leaf. The eight-ounce official seal barely grazed the hem of his black robe, making a dull thud.
The cloth tore apart, and a corner of black cloth drifted down from the air.
"This official seal looks familiar."
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