Chapter 573 - 534: Xing Lan Fairy is Not a Temple Bodhisattva
Chapter 573: Chapter 534: Xing Lan Fairy is Not a Temple Bodhisattva
Song Ciwan had killed the Wolf Demon, yet Wen Tingyu was the one worried that the demon might have injured Song Ciwan.
Song Ciwan simply smiled. She raised a hand and absorbed the Malice from the Wolf Demon’s corpse. Seventy-two taels’ worth. Not bad at all.
Wen Tingyu could only watch, wide-eyed, as all the Malice vanished from the wolf’s body. Finally, Song Ciwan stored the Demon Corpse in her Storage Treasure.
Song Ciwan said, "I’m fine. This Wolf Demon was a bit unusual. I noticed it, so I made a special trip down to kill it."
Wen Tingyu immediately asked, "How was it unusual?"
Song Ciwan replied, "I’ll explain everything when we see Grand General Guo later."
As they spoke, the two of them descended from the top of the wall.
This time, there were no further incidents. They descended smoothly, and a Captain was already waiting at the base of the wall with their horses.
Song Ciwan and Wen Tingyu each mounted up, and the two spurred their horses forward.
However, quite a few Demon Hunters were still lingering by the side of the road ahead. Most of them still looked excited, and when they saw Song Ciwan approaching on horseback, they all clasped their fists in salute.
Someone shouted, "Xing Lan Fairy, you defeated Ao Feng in a single move! Your strength must be far greater than tenth place on the Celestial Pride List, right?"
Someone asked, "Xing Lan Fairy, will you be setting up a practice at Willow Leaf Hall? If we’re injured, can we ask for your help?"
Someone praised, "Xing Lan Fairy truly lives up to her name as a top Celestial Pride of our Human Race! Such cultivation and strength, such an elegant bearing... it’s truly admirable!"
...
In short, everyone was scrambling to get closer to Song Ciwan. All sorts of praise rained down upon her, mixed with a few scattered clumps of emotional energy—not many, only about a dozen or so.
Apparently, the peak of their excitement had already passed. Although they were seeing Song Ciwan in person again, very few people were emotional enough for it to frequently overflow.
Song Ciwan slightly slowed her horse, occasionally clasping her fists from her saddle to acknowledge the crowd.
She also answered a few questions occasionally. "Willow Leaf Hall... when I have some free time, I might go and hold a clinic there."
"I won’t be joining the West Wind Army directly. I’ll register as a Demon Hunter with the Wind Fury Camp and will go outside the pass to hunt Demons."
"Thank you all for your high praise. I can’t say what the upper limit of my strength is. Whatever my rank on the Celestial Pride List is, that’s what it is. I ask that my fellow Daoists not speculate too much."
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Her white robes fluttered, her tone was easygoing, and her attitude, compared to many other "temperamental" masters, could truly be called gentle. This approachable and courteous demeanor quickly earned her an excellent reputation among the Demon Hunters.
Someone else asked, "Xing Lan Fairy, although you defeated Ao Feng, you healed him afterward and let him go, didn’t you?"
Although these Demon Hunters couldn’t get to the top of the wall to see what happened after Ao Feng landed, cultivators have excellent hearing. Even through the thick stone walls, some of them had caught snippets of the commotion outside.
Song Ciwan said, "The Dragon Race is sanctioned by the Court. They perform Cloud Formation and Rainfall to protect our crops, which benefits the Human Race. Ao Feng came for a fair challenge. Since I had already won, there was no need to deliver a killing blow. As for treating him, that is simply the duty of a healer. Besides, Ao Feng already paid for his treatment."
Most people agreed with this explanation, but a few faint, resentful voices could still be heard.
For instance, a few whispers emerged from the crowd. "She didn’t even kill him? What false benevolence!"
"So what if the Dragon Race performs Cloud Formation and Rainfall? Aren’t they still Demons? Aren’t they just doing it for the Incense and Candlelight from our Human Race?"
"Anyone who comes to Demon Suppression Pass has an irresolvable feud with the Demon Race. A Medical Cultivator who stays off the front lines and lets a Demon go... she sure makes it sound simple..."
The sparse comments were lost in the boisterous crowd, faint and wispy, making it impossible to tell who had said them.
But from her horse, Song Ciwan’s gaze suddenly swept over them. She said coolly, "Fellow Daoists, although I am a medical cultivator, I am not some passive, clay Bodhisattva. If people slight me, slander me, or defame me, I can’t go around killing them. But I can at least do this: from this day forward, I will never treat anyone who has spoken ill of me!"
As she spoke, she spurred her horse to a faster pace, and her Red Blood Horse galloped off as if on the wind.
Soon, the figures of the two riders flew down the long street.
And as Song Ciwan departed, several people in the crowd behind her suddenly cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground for some unknown reason.
"What’s going on?"
Just as someone asked, another person immediately shouted, "I know! It’s them! They were the ones slandering Xing Lan Fairy just now!"
The crowd, shocked and horrified, scrambled back, instantly isolating the few people who had fallen to the ground.
It was as if, from that moment on, everyone truly and deeply understood that Xing Lan Fairy was not just a top-tier medical cultivator—she was also a top-tier Celestial Pride master!
And a Celestial Pride definitely possessed the inviolable dignity of one.
The fallen men weren’t dead, but the way the crowd instantly recoiled from them felt, to them, even more terrifying than death.
...
Song Ciwan and Wen Tingyu galloped for some distance. Then, through the night, the sound of pursuit came from behind them.
"Xing Lan Fairy! I beg you, please wait a moment! I am Wei Chi of the Ling Martial Sect, and I have an urgent matter to ask of you, Fairy! I am willing to offer one hundred thousand Battle Merits as payment, plus one hundred Inner Cores from Demon Core Stage demons and one Celestial Level Spiritual Object Token from the Seven Treasures Tower! If this matter is accomplished, there will be an even greater reward!"
Wei Chi’s non-stop torrent of words finally brought Song Ciwan to a halt. She reined in her horse and turned to look behind her.
Wen Tingyu also reined in her horse and turned, saying in surprise, "It’s Young Master Duobao of the Ling Martial Sect! His family is incredibly wealthy. Xing Lan Fairy, if he’s offering such a fortune just to have you heal someone, you might as well agree to it!"
Song Ciwan smiled. "And what if it’s not just for healing?"
A smile played on Wen Tingyu’s red lips. "Then it depends on whether the price he’s offering is worth it!"
As they spoke, Wei Chi charged toward them from behind, driving a wheeled Treasure Ship at lightning speed.
When he got closer, Wei Chi leaped off the Treasure Ship, followed by three of his martial brothers.
His old rival, Chen Ming, was not on the ship this time. This was mainly because Wei Chi had been fast enough to shake him.
Wei Chi excitedly stepped forward, swiped a hand over his sleeve, and then presented a Treasure Box with both hands. He bowed carefully and reverently to Song Ciwan and said, "Xing Lan Fairy, here are one hundred Demon Cores. I would like to ask for your help in assisting someone!"
Wen Tingyu’s eyebrows shot up. ’This kid gets straight to the point!’
Song Ciwan didn’t accept the Treasure Box, asking first, "Who do you want to help? Who do you want to save?"
Holding the Treasure Box, Wei Chi said respectfully and expectantly, "Save my Senior Sister Du, Du Xingheng. Fairy, my Sect has also issued a bounty. If you can rescue my Senior Sister Du, then in addition to my previous promise and the Sect’s bounty reward, I will also present you with one million Primordial Pearls, ten Nanming Treasure Crystals, ten large bushels of East Sea Jue Pearls, and a clue to a Five Elements Spiritual Treasure!"
For that last sentence, when he mentioned the Spiritual Treasure, Wei Chi suddenly used the Sound Transmission Technique.
But even so, the rewards he had listed out loud were enough to make Wen Tingyu’s eyes go wide. Her grip tightened on the reins, and for a moment, the words to drive Wei Chi away were on the tip of her tongue, but she found she couldn’t say them at all!