Chapter 32: Trying to Fool a Three-Year-Old Child

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Although Mo Xiuyao had repeatedly emphasized that she would be fine, Song Zhi was still worried and followed Mo Xiuyao closely, firmly believing that he was the safest place. After turning around and bumping into Song Zhi again, Mo Xiuyao pulled her away. “How long do you plan to follow me?”

“I’ll follow until it’s completely safe.” Song Zhi replied. Mo Xiuyao looked at her fixedly and narrowed his long and narrow eyes. Song Zhi swallowed her saliva and looked aggrieved. “Sir Demon Lord, I’m really scared.”

Mo Xiuyao was speechless for a long time before he raised his hand and patted Song Zhi’s head. “Alright, I’ve cast an invisibility spell on you. Even if the people from the Purple Cloud Sword Sect bring their dogs here, they won’t be able to detect your presence.

Song Zhi scoffed and said, “Are you trying to fool a three-year-old child?”

“You can’t even compare to a three-year-old child,” Mo Xiuyao said with a half-smile. Song Zhi sniffled and continued to stick behind Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao was about to say something when he suddenly looked up and saw Song Zhi’s back.

Song Zhi immediately became nervous. “What’s wrong?”

“They’re here,” Mo Xiuyao said lightly.

Song Zhi immediately understood. She quickly took out the invisibility cloak from her Cosmos Bag and put it on in a flurry. More than 20 Purple Cloud Sword Sect disciples appeared in front of them. The person leading was not the elder she saw last time, but an old man with a white beard and white clothes. According to the original text, there was only one old man with a white beard in The Purple Cloud Sword Sect, and that was the Sect Master of The Purple Cloud Sword Sect, Lin Cang. So even the Sect Master was alarmed?

Although Song Zhi knew that they could not see her, she still quietly hid behind Mo Xiuyao and quietly grabbed his belt. She was too close, and her body temperature silently passed through his clothes to his back. Even without physical contact, Mo Xiuyao still felt like he was being hugged by Song Zhi from behind. His Adam’s apple rolled and he wanted to move forward, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground.

“Demon Lord, how have you been?” Lin Cang looked at Mo Xiuyao with a blank expression.

Ever since Song Zhi came to this world of Immortal cultivation, she had never seen a high-level cultivator other than Mo Xiuyao. And Mo Xiuyao’s ‘Demon Lord’ image had long been obliterated by eating non-stop every day. So strictly speaking, Lin Cang was the real big shot in Song Zhi’s heart. She remembered that the original text wrote that Lin Cang was a master at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, just one step away from the Soul Formation stage. It was said that he was already more than a thousand years old, more than a thousand years old!

Song Zhi did not even dare to think about it. However, Lin Cang had lived for so long and could even continue to live. He was more than a thousand years old, but he still looked so healthy and strong. His figure was graceful and he had the air of an Immortal…

Just as Song Zhi was admiring Lin Cang, Mo Xiuyao said to Lin Cang, “Your son finally found out about you and your daughter-in-law?”

Song Zhi, “???”

Lin Chang’s expression changed as he barked, “What nonsense are you talking about, Demon Lord?!”

“I saw everything that night. You still called your daughter-in-law ‘baby’,” Mo Xiuyao replied calmly.

The disciples of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect were speechless.

Song Zhi was speechless. To hell with the sage-like demeanor! A man who slept with his daughter-in-law was trash!

“You’re really lawless, you really think I don’t dare to kill you?”

Lin Cang pulled out his sword, and Mo Xiuyao glanced at him lazily. “Do you dare?”

Lin Cang’s face turned ashen. Fortunately, the disciples beside him stopped him in time.”Master, serious matters are more important. Don’t be angered by this demon.”

Lin Cang only calmed down after hearing this. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his usual demeanor of an expert who could remain calm in the face of danger.

Song Zhi was speechless. She no longer believed in these people from the Immortal world. Each one of them was more pretentious than the other!

“Sir Demon Lord, can you please explain why winter turned into spring in the Demon’s Note Valley overnight?” Lin Cang squinted his eyes and asked. His aura seemed to be quite intimidating.

“Am I the Sect Master of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect?” Mo Xiuyao glanced at him.

“Of course, you’re not,” Lin Cang frowned and said.

“Then why are you asking me?”

Lin Cang was speechless.

When Song Zhi heard the conversation between Mo Xiuyao and Lin Cang, she was certain of two things. One was that Mo Xiuyao did not like Lin Cang. The other was that Mo Xiuyao did not need to kill anyone. He could attract the hatred of the entire cultivation world with his mouth.

Lin Cang clearly realized that he was no match for Mo Xiuyao in terms of eloquence, so he glanced at the disciple beside him, who immediately took out a spirit pearl. Song Zhi took a look. This spirit pearl seemed to be something used to test spiritual power.