Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 399 - 82: Senior Victim 【Seeking monthly tickets!】_1

Chapter 399: Chapter 82: Senior Victim 【Seeking monthly tickets!】_1

Several miles away from Silent Mountain, an unassuming hill among the countless hills of the vast Nine States, suddenly lit up with a radiant light.

Whoosh——

Accompanied by a towering column of white light, a blue and white figure emerged from within it.

This was a slightly paunchy middle-aged man, dressed in a long, open-collared robe, looking rather relaxed. He appeared to be in his thirties or forties, but due to his clean, round face, he seemed somewhat younger than his actual age.

This man looked somewhat flustered. As soon as the white light disappeared, he immediately tried to fly eastward. But before he could take off, he spotted a lithe figure bathed in fiery light.

"Little fatty, you can run quite fast, huh?"

This figure was none other than Empress Feng, clad in bright red robes. Her black hair fluttered about, and the flames surrounding her suggested she had just arrived.

"Ah!" The middle-aged man shouted in surprise upon seeing Empress Feng, but his expression quickly changed into a flattering smile, "Isn’t this Sister Feng? It’s been years since I last saw you and those Shu Mountain elders. I’ve missed you all!"

This man was none other than Zhou Yijian, the current Wind Catcher Hall Master of Tianshu Pavilion.

News spreads like wind, knowledge reaches all Nine States.

Empress Feng stands unmatched in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands when it comes to being loathed, but compared to Zhou Yijian, she pales in comparison.

After all, that was his profession. The number of people in the Immortal Cultivation World hoping for his death could probably form a line from Shu Mountain to Tianshu Pavilion.

But he continued to live well.

The more people cursed him, the more he profited.

"Heh, you missed me? I think you wish I was dead," Empress Feng said coldly. "Ever since you took control of Seven Star Mansion Report, you’ve repeatedly slandered me. It seems you’ve grown bold. I have noted every single incident."

"These are rumors, pure rumors!" Zhou Yijian immediately cried foul, "Sister Feng, our relationship is as solid as Black Meteorite Iron. How could I possibly slander you?"

"If our relationship is so solid, why did you run away?" Empress Feng sneered, "Had I not inquired about your master last time, I would never have known that you concealed an Array here. No wonder I could never find you when I visited."

Zhou Yijian’s chubby face puckered.

He was puzzled as to why Empress Feng was able to find his escape Array, which was generally known to very few people.

He had never expected that his own master had sold him out.

But he wasn’t surprised. His master had attended the Shu Mountain Peak Conference and must also have suffered at the hands of Empress Feng. He wouldn’t have gotten away without revealing something.

Why did you go see such an event in the first place?

At such an old age, yet still cozying up to Empress Feng...

Empress Feng was brought to Shu Mountain by his master, Elder Huang, right after she was born. Thus, he had an intimate relationship with her since his early years. Zhou Yijian had met Empress Feng numerous times with his master ever since he started his path of cultivation.

Back then, he was a pudgy little boy, and Empress Feng’s favorite pastime was pinching his face like a dough and forcing him to call her sister...

Just like now.

Empress Feng was still grabbing his clean, chubby face, pinching hard and giving it a tug every now and then.

She didn’t care at all that he was now a powerful cultivator of the Seventh Realm, the Hall Master of Wind Catcher Hall, and part of the upper echelons of Tianshu Pavilion...

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Zhou Yijian pleaded, "I wasn’t running. I heard you were looking for me, so I rushed back from the outside."

Ever since the Immortal Sect Assembly around sixty years ago, when everyone started growing up... during the years when Empress Feng’s name was making rounds, he was one of the old sufferers.

Whether it was a Secret Realm, training, or mission... as long as Empress Feng was there, he was bound to be beaten up.

So, after taking control of Wind Catcher Hall, his coverage of Empress Feng did come off as somewhat biased.

But, God knows, he didn’t fabricate anything.

She accused me of being biased against her, but all I did was objectively report the things that she had done.

How is this ’bias’?

Of course, he dared not say these words to Empress Feng.

"Hmph." After messing with his face for a while, Empress Feng finally let him go and said, "I’m here today to settle scores with you. For the many years that you’ve relentlessly attacked me, causing irremovable harm to my spirit, I’ve had to drown my sorrows in wine..."

"Sister Feng, you were born with your alcoholic tendencies," Zhou Yijian was quick to defend, "When we first met, you were already drinking even though you were shorter than a Wine Gourd. That surely can’t be my fault?"

"Drinking for pleasure and drinking to drown your sorrows are two different things!" Empress Feng waved a hand dismissively, "I even dare not go outside now..."

Zhou Yijian is full of troubled expression: "Sister Feng, please spare me. Just tell me what you want."

"The cost of wine and consolation money for all these years add up to quite a lot. Asking for ten or eighty thousand compensation from you isn’t too much, is it?" Empress Feng glanced at him sideways.

Zhou Yijian’s face became even more bitter.

He could produce the money, but that would be like cutting off half of his fatty flesh.

They might as well kill him.

Seeing his reaction, Empress Feng added, "However, I am in a bit of trouble right now. If you can do me a small favor and help me out, considering our past relationship, I don’t mind waiving the compensation."

"Just say it. No matter what it is, let’s see if I can help or not." Zhou Yijian immediately straightened up.

He understood now that Empress Feng had caused this fuss because she wanted his help but was afraid he would refuse.

"My disciple has gone missing. Find him for me," Empress Feng wasted no more words and said candidly.

"Ah..." Zhou Yijian sighed.

His Tianshu Pavilion valued "Observing the Heavenly Meridian and Remaining Silent" above all. They rarely chose to divine for others because they feared inadvertently revealing heavenly secrets or becoming involved in the machinations of karma.

Matters of karma were incredibly profound and often only became apparent on the day of disaster.

But in this situation...

He knew very clearly that if he didn’t help out now, before any heavenly disaster could come, he would first face a disaster from Empress Feng.

Zhou Yijian immediately collapsed onto a nearby boulder and said, "Tell me his date of birth, cultivation level, clothing, speech and mannerisms, and approximate direction."

"Does fortune-telling in your place need such specific information?" Empress Feng was puzzled.

She had seen Tianshu Pavilion’s divination in the past, and it was never this complicated, was it?

"I was thinking..." Zhou Yijian looked up, smiled weakly, and said, "I will first post a missing person announcement for you in the Seven Star Mansion Report. Maybe someone will find him right away. If not, I can help you after... ah!"

His voice suddenly flew tens of feet away, interrupted mid-sentence.

Empress Feng had kicked him.