Chương 37: Chapter 12 Demon Killer (Part 2)_1
Please vote and collect as much as you can. The usual meeting to add essence will be held at 12.05 on Sunday night as usual. It is not that Xiao San does not want to speed up, one is to master the quality, another, he's been feeling really bad recently, the inexplicable chest pain keeps him awake all night. He went to the hospital for a thorough check today, and hopes that everyone can understand. Thank you.
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It was a graceful figure, an alluring figure indeed. A long sword resonating with a red glow was flipping and flying around her hand, swathes of red light were being raised, solid fighting qi was emanating intense fluctuations, rustling the surrounding flowers and trees. The one sword dancing was Xue Jing. She seemed to love the color red so much. Although she changed into a long dress, it was still the color of flame. Her figure looked so resilient. As for the movements, they felt as if water flowing in a river without any delays. Nian Bing was somewhat puzzled, it was so late, why she was not back in her room to sleep. Instead she was sword dancing over here. Whatever, just let her be. He better get back quickly, cast a few healing arts on himself, heal the injury first before anything else.
Thinking of this, he quietly turned around. Just as he was about to leave, he unintentionally stepped onto the edge of a bush, making an extremely faint noise.
"Who is it?" Nian Bing muttered, "not good." He quickly threw the black robe and mask in his hands into the bush with the fastest speed possible. Barely had he completed this movement, a clump of red cloud leaped over the garden wall and appeared in front of him out of thin air. Wherever the red light pointed, the longsword in Xue Jing's hand was already resting on Nian Bing's neck, and the swirling current of fighting qi was making him dare not to move whatsoever.
Xue Jing obviously remembered Nian Bing's handsome face. She frowned and said, "It's you. Weren't you sent to help in the firewood room? What are you doing coming out this late without resting properly?"
Nian Bing pretended to be truly panicked and scared, "Miss, I have just arrived today and wanted to buy some daily necessities. However, the things in Bing Xue City are too expensive, so I did not end up buying anything. I am new here and am not familiar with the paths, so I strayed in the wrong direction and thus came back late. Aren't you also not asleep this late?"
Xue Jing seemed to be in a bad mood and hummed. She sheathed the red longsword and warned, "You'd better not be lying. If I find you doing anything detrimental to Qingfeng Vegetarian Restaurant, you'd better watch your head."
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. The fact that I have food to eat is thanks to you, Miss. I will definitely stick to my role accordingly. Miss, if there is nothing else, I will leave first." Feeling relieved, Nian Bing thought that it seemed he'd need to come back for his black robe and mask later. After giving Xue Jing a slight bow, he hurriedly made his way towards the firewood room.
"Wait." Xue Jing suddenly called out to Nian Bing. Nian Bing's body stiffened, "could she have seen the items I threw into the bushes? No way, it's so dark and she's not a night owl."
He turned back and asked,"Miss, do you have any other instructions?"
Xue Jing gave Nian Bing another once-over, and suddenly moved to his side in a flash. She caught him off guard, grabbing the collar of his chest and leaped up. Nian Bing had felt what it was like to ride the clouds when he used the Blizzard spell, but being grabbed and carried by someone else like this was a first. His right hand subconsciously reached for the Morning Dew Knife in his arms, while his left hand prepared a spell. If Xue Jing meant him harm, he would be able to react at the fastest speed.
Xue Jing lightly touched the top of the garden wall with Nian Bing and flew into the garden. Wrapped in red Douqi, several moves brought them to the eaves of an octagonal pavilion in the garden. She placed Nian Bing to one side and whispered, "Sit down and don't move." He wouldn't dare to move, even without her saying it. The pavilion was four or five meters high, and falling from it would surely hurt. He didn't understand why Xue Jing brought him up here, but it wasn't the time to ask. He could only carefully cast one healing art after another on himself, preparing for anything that might happen.
Xue Jing rested her elbows on her bent knees, her beautiful eyes gazed at the full moon in the sky, a bewildering light flickered in her eyes from time to time. Nian Bing could tell that she seemingly had something on her mind.
Both were engaged in their own thoughts, one in silent healing, and not a word was said. Half an hour passed, and Nian Bing could feel that his internal organs were no longer as painful as before. He gently let out a sigh of relief, quietly grasping the Fire God Stone in his hand. Fire Magic was always the best choice for attack. At this time, he couldn't help but recall the scenario when he instantly killed Liao San. He knew that with his own strength, even in a direct confrontation, he could completely take down Liao San, but it wouldn't have been as easy as it was. It was because Liao San had Fighting Qi, which appeared to be quite strong and should have been comparable to a First Level Swordsman. The reason he was able to kill Liao San so easily was because of his clever use of two different magics, luring with the Explosive Fireball of Third rank, before accurately striking with Piercing Attack Ice Star Needle，which combined the Ice Blade Technique with the needle threading skill from his cooking knowledge. This tactic resulted in instant success, enabling him to kill Liao San instantly in the alley. Although Ice Blade Technique was only a Second Rank Ice Magic, when compressed into needle form, its power was certainly not low. If the opponent's Fighting Qi was not strong, it could take advantage of its piercing capability to launch a direct attack.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Nian Bing, who was deep in contemplation about the mysteries of magic, was shocked beyond words as Xue Jing's voice suddenly rang next to his ear. Instinctively, he sidestepped, slipping in the process. With a startled cry, he began to slide towards the bottom of the pavilion. Losing his balance, Nian Bing instinctively flailed his arms, grabbing hold of Xue Jing's skirt. The sudden movement startled Xue Jing, causing her to lose her balance as well. Both of them fell towards the bottom of the pavilion. However, thanks to her martial arts training, Xue Jing reacted quickly. With a mid-air flip, she clasped her arm around Nian Bing's waist, and using her other hand, she struck the ground causing a surge of douqi that propelled them back up to the pavilion.
Complete silence followed. Nian Bing and Xue Jing looked at each other, remaining in an awkward stance. Xue Jing, still holding on to Nian Bing's waist, and him clutching her neck with one hand while the other clung tightly to her skirt. In the midst of the commotion, Xue Jing's dress had lifted, exposing her fair thighs to the open air. As Nian Bing's hand gripped her neck, he could feel its smooth texture. His heart was beating wildly, and for the first time, the usually bright Nian Bing was at a loss with a mind that went completely blank.
"Bastard." Xue Jing suddenly let go and slapped him across the face, nearly sending him sprawling off the pavilion again. She hooked her foot around his body, pulling him to sit next to her. She smacked his hand away from her skirt and gave him a fiery glare. Nian Bing, dazed by this, was at a loss for what he should do. Xue Jing's eyes gradually misted over, and tears welled up, eventually spilling down her cheeks as if she had been greatly wronged, bursting into a fit of crying.
"Miss, I, I didn't mean to do it." Nian Bing tentatively said. A beautiful crying woman sat in front of him, he really had no idea what he should do.
Xue Jing suddenly lifted her head, her glare fierce. "I told you not to move, who allowed you to move?"
Nian Bing forced a bitter smile, "You scared me, did you think I wanted to move?" He kept replaying the previous scenario in his mind, having completely forgotten his identity in the process.
Xue Jing stared at Nian Bing, "This is all your fault. Why did you go quiet for an entire hour?"
Nian Bing looked surprised, "Weren't you the one who told me not to move? You're the one who brought me up here."
Xue Jing, knowing she was in the wrong, wiped her tears with her sleeve, gave a hmph, and said, "People usually tell stories about heroes saving women. Today, I ended up being the one who saved you. You're such a big guy for nothing."
Nian Bing inwardly laughed bitterly, surrendering to his fate as a 'big guy for nothing'. He couldn't possibly tell Xue Jing that he was actually a mage. He was yet to discover the culinary arts of Qingfeng Vegetarian Restaurant, everything needed time. As he touched his cheek, he found a swelling handprint, a mark from Xue Jing's slap. The only healing art he knew was of the lowest level, even if he used it daily, it would likely take three days for his cheek to heal. Surviving his first murder attempt just to receive a slap for no apparent reason, he seemed to be bathed in bad luck.
Xue Jing returned to her previous stance, her face gradually calming down as she gazed at the moon and said, "Where are you from?"
"Me?" asked Nian Bing, "I'm from the Huarong Empire." This was the first time he had revealed his homeland, even during his culinary training, Cha Ji had never asked him this question.
"Huarong Empire? The Empire that's famously known as the Empire of Fire? It's also the country farthest away from our Bing Yue Empire. How did you end up here?"
"Who wouldn't want to stay near their home?" sighed Nian Bing, "The wheels of destiny forced me to leave. I came to the Bing Yue Empire with my father when I was ten, but now I am all alone."
Xue Jing glanced sidelong at Nian Bing, "Looks like you've had your share of sorrow, haven't you?"
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