Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 500 - 78: I Don’t Want to Be the Massacre Spirit Altar Anymore! 【Thanks to Alliance Hierarch ’An Ning Xing Bing Le’!】

The Peak Master of Silver Sword Peak, Empress Feng, and her Deputy Peak Master also known as Eldest Senior Brother, Chu Liang, returned to this familiar place.

As soon as they returned, Chu Liang let out a surprised cry, "What’s going on?"

He arrived at his small wooden house and saw two tables set up in front of the door. A line of people was standing there, transfixed on something.

Lin Bei, Shang Ziliang, Henchman A, Henchman B, Liu Xiaoyu, Liu Xiaoyi... all of Chu Liang’s team were present.

The ones they were gazing at were Yuan Zhuo of the Law Protection Hall behind one table, his face was square and honest, his eyes spirited, and behind the other was Little Chu Yi, whose small body needed an extra cushion to appear taller, but his tender face was serious.

Both tables were filled with stacks of thick booklets, and each of them held a booklet which they were quickly flipping through. The rustling sounds merged into one continuous sound.

Seeing Chu Liang return, Shang Ziliang stepped forward and said, "You’re finally back. It’s the day to reconcile the books with the mountain gate, and we couldn’t do it, and we couldn’t find you. Thankfully, Senior Brother Yuan said that Chu Yi could try..."

His voice was very soft, seemingly afraid of disturbing the two of them.

"Oh, right." Chu Liang smacked his forehead.

He had been busy with other matters these past few days and had forgotten about the reconciliation date agreed upon with Shu Mountain.

Now, Red Cotton Peak wasn’t just his, there was also a twenty percent share from Shu Mountain and a ten percent share from Taotie City, which required regular reconciliation. However, with so many traders, diverse projects, and a vast amount of information, it could take several old accountants several days to sort through it all.

But looking at the present situation, it seemed that these two were almost done.

Chu Liang knew how impressive Senior Brother Yuan was, he was known as the most intelligent person in Shu Mountain, with a memory so superior that even he had to admit his own inferiority.

Unexpectedly, Little Chu Yi was also very impressive. His speed was not any lesser than Senior Brother Yuan’s.

It seemed like he had found a treasure.

After a while, Little Chu Yi finally closed the last accounting book in his hands and raised his hand to place it on the pile of account books that nearly buried him. Then, he retreated his hands into his sleeves, let out a long breath and said, "All done."

"Yay!" Liu Xiaoyu cheered suddenly, "Little Yi won!"

"Huh?" Chu Liang was taken aback, "Was there a competition?"

Liu Xiaoyu blinked her eyes, "Weren’t they competing to see who could flip through the pages faster?"

Liu Xiaoyi immediately covered her sister’s mouth and pulled her away, "That’s all you can understand..."

Empress Feng, on the other hand, was also shocked, "Isn’t that right?"

After spotting the return of her master and senior brother, Little Chu Yi jumped off the stool and came over to salute them formally, "Sister Feng, Big Brother Chu Liang."

At this moment, Yuan Zhuo also put down the last account book in his hands, stood up and formally saluted, "Peak Mistress Feng, Junior Brother Chu."

Chu Liang took a look at Little Chu Yi’s actions, then at Yuan Zhuo’s, feeling that they were oddly similar.

Looking carefully at Chu Yi, the more he looked, the more he felt that the little guy’s head seemed to have become a bit squarer after staying in the Law Protection Hall for only a few days.

He couldn’t help but feel a little scared, he had asked you to learn from Senior Brother Yuan, but that didn’t mean you had to mimic everything...

After sweeping his eyes over them, he also returned the salute, "Senior Brother Yuan, you must have had a tough time."

"It wasn’t too bad." Yuan Zhuo replied calmly," Chu Yi is a promising child with extraordinary talent at such a young age. I hope you all can cultivate him well."

"Rest assured." Empress Feng cracked a smile, "When this child is with us in Silver Sword Peak, he’s in the right place."

Yuan Zhuo looked at her, seemingly having some words he wished to say but refrained at the end. "The reconciliation is completed, and there is nothing significant, I will report to my master first."

He paused after walking a few steps and turned back to Chu Liang earnestly, "Please let the child learn some good things."

Chu Liang’s eyes reflected the same determination, "I understand."

"The environment can greatly influence a person."

"I am the most impenetrable barrier."

After their head-scratchingly cryptic conversation, Yuan Zhuo finally left in peace.

Though Empress Feng wasn’t explicitly mentioned, she was implicitly in every sentence.

...

That night.

Chu Liang once again came to the Jinhua Riverside.

He had been staying at the Regent’s Residence these past two days and didn’t have time to collect the Wine Jar Demons. As expected, there was one less. He was already accustomed to the bizarre counts, so it didn’t matter if one was missing.

The cultivation of Drunk Spirit Flower Species on Silver Sword Peak had grown to a certain scale, and the second harvest of Drunk Spirit Flower leaves was ready. Though the Wu Dao incense was still only supplied to Shu Mountain disciples, it was not as scarce anymore. There had even been disciples from other Immortal Sects, willing to pay high prices to buy the Wu Dao incense from Shu Mountain disciples.

Chu Liang didn’t restrict this scalping behavior. After all, the benefits inevitably fell into the hands of his fellow sect members, so he wasn’t particularly bothered.

Strictly speaking, these Wu Dao incenses were not his to begin with.

They were a gift from nature!

With a gentle flick of his fingers, the Wine Jar Demons in the river burst one by one, disappearing into the water stream. He had now activated four secret layers of the Flashy Doll. His Fifth Stage True Qi revealing the characteristics of gold, wood, water, and fire, his True Qi quality had significantly improved.

Even with just a hint of True Qi leakage, the eruptive force was too much for these little Yin creatures to withstand.

After roaming around to make sure he didn’t miss anything, he returned to Shu Mountain to sleep, feeling quite satisfied.

He was bound to have pleasant dreams tonight.

...

Xuan Yinzi’s insomnia had severely worsened lately.

As a powerful Seventh Stage half talent, he naturally didn’t need sleep to rejuvenate. However, sleeping in this sealed cave helped retain his strength and slowed down the loss of his vitality.

Hence, Xuan Yinzi spent most of his time sleeping, saving his vital energies, when he was not making the Massacre Spirit Altars.

But recently, he found it harder and harder to enter a slumbering state due to some mental disruptions.

It was all because of the Massacre Spirit Altar...it was messing with his state of mind.

If the method isn’t working, then don’t bother coming back. If not a single one came back, he could easily give up hope.

But, whenever Xuan Yinzi was about to give up, one Massacre Spirit Altar would suddenly reappear, giving him a hint of vitality that inspired him to create more Massacre Spirit Altars.

And then they would stop returning again.

One day after another of no news, Xuan Yinzi would feel disheartened at times, believing the method wasn’t working, reluctant to waste precious blood to make Massacre Spirit Altars.

But then, at that moment, another altar would float back.

At first, Xuan Yinzi was overjoyed at the slightest response. But now, he only felt pain.

The one-time prominent Demon Head even felt somewhat wronged.

If it’s working, let it work. If it’s not, then drop it.

What is the meaning of keeping me on tenterhooks?

Xuan Yinzi silently pledged, I am done making Massacre Spirit Altars!

I’ll find another way tomorrow!

But just at this moment, a fully loaded Massacre Spirit Altar appeared at the cave entrance.....

Xuan Yinzi’s face tightened.

Maybe I should keep going for a few more days?