Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect
Chapter 118 - 117 Vessel

Chapter 118: Chapter 117 Vessel

"Who goes there? Little Chu, why are you not resting yet?"

"Thanks for your hard work, Senior Sister. I brought some night snacks from the town, let’s have them together."

Seeing Little Chu carrying a food box over, the three female disciples guarding the Alchemy Room also relaxed their vigilance.

"Oh, why are you so kind today?"

"Junior Sister here heard that the Demon Cult’s Saintess was captured in the mountains and wanted to come and witness it herself. Is she very beautiful?"

"Hmph, after taking a few doses of medicine, there’s no longer any fairy or saintess; her true form revealed itself as just a fox spirit, a vixen..."

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Before they could exchange more words with Little Chu, Shuang’er, hiding in her shadow, already sprang forth, quickly advancing, a flash of blue light, a ghostly appearance, three consecutive sword strikes, slashing down the Xuanji Sect disciples, their heads rolling on the ground.

"Truly ruthless..."

Little Chu also shook his head, flicked the golden knife, the blade light revolved in several golden circles, and in an instant, smashed the corpses on the ground into pieces, packing them into the food box to hide.

Shuang’er didn’t waste time either, directly pushing the door open and entering.

Wherever could there be such a Demon Cult Saintess all the time, it was indeed Zhen Baiyu. What is meant by femme fatale, truly wherever she goes, she’s entangled in disasters.

At this moment, she was stripped clean, bound with a thin red rope, her hands and feet tied, suspended in mid-air, her body smeared with medicinal ointment, and below was a boiling medicinal barrel with steaming herbs rising up, enveloping her body as if she were in a sauna.

Seeing that she was neither ill nor injured, Shuang’er did not waste time, slashing the ropes with her flying sword, swiftly catching Zhen Baiyu, releasing her bindings, and retrieving a spare Xuanji Sect Daoist robe from the Storage Jade to toss to her,

"Put it on."

Zhen Baiyu blushed slightly, her alluring eyes like silk, as she let the Daoist robe fall to the ground, then wrapped her arms around Shuang’er’s neck, bringing her red lips closer...

"Smack!"

Shuang’er slapped her, sending Zhen Baiyu sprawling to the ground, holding her face, turning her head to look over. That jade-like face bore an expression of shock, panic, tenderness like water, demure charm, and a bit of dumbfoundedness, staring blankly.

Outside, Little Chu listened to the sounds, speechless,

"She was cursed, what good does just hitting her do?"

Oh, right.

So Shuang’er wet her finger with some saliva and drew a Divine Sect talisman on Zhen Baiyu’s forehead.

Zhen Baiyu instantly came to her senses, holding her face and screaming,

"You actually hit me?? My mother never hit me!!"

"Your mother is dead!"

Zhen Baiyu was immediately taken aback. Her eyes turned red instantly.

Shuang’er didn’t have time to waste words with her, stuffing the Blood Jade into her hand.

"Follow me or die here."

Recognizing the Blood Jade and the voice, Zhen Baiyu slowly regained her composure, memories flooding back, even swallowing her tears to avoid another slap.

Seeing Tie Dan’s unique skin style was shocking enough to make her inhale sharply, but knowing he came to rescue her, and given the urgency, she had no time for questions, hurriedly putting on her clothes and obediently following Shuang’er.

At that moment, Little Chu also took out three prepared dough figurines from the food box and placed them at the door.

The dough figurines had Blood Talismans painted on their backs, with a single eyeball pinned on top with a bamboo skewer, clearly some sort of Evil Path witchcraft. A Divine Sense sweep made it seem like the three female disciples were still guarding the entrance.

Such a deception could only work temporarily, so the three of them moved quickly, heading straight for the side hall deer fence.

The White Deer was still sound asleep, and Shuang’er, seizing the moment, flipped over, raised the Xuanjian, and struck the antlers with a single sword stroke.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew! It couldn’t be cut down!

How could it be! The Divine Gang Sword Qi ineffective!?

No, it’s not ineffective.

Shuang’er observed closely, and at the moment the antlers were struck, they flashed with a golden light! Transforming into golden antlers filled with Divine Gang Spirit Qi! Even purer than Tie Dan’s sword energy! Using the sword to cut them, the Divine Gang Sword Qi naturally sank like a stone in the sea, how could they be cut down!

Damn it! It’s different than what was said!

Shuang’er was taken aback, holding the treasure sword across, looking in its reflection, all that was left behind him was the dumbfounded Zhen Baiyu, while Little Chu’s figure was nowhere to be found!

Sold out!?

Before there was time to think, the White Deer felt the disturbance, slowly lifted its head, its beastly eyes glowing blue, looked at the two "Xuanji Sect female disciples" in front of it.

Shuang’er broke out in a cold sweat, clutching the sword, gritting his teeth at the giant beast in front, about to push the Turbo Technique to its maximum and take aim at its eyeball...

Who knew that White Deer, after just sweeping Shuang’er a glance as if not seeing him, suddenly focused its gaze tightly on Zhen Baiyu.

Zhen Baiyu, also not understanding the situation, foolishly stared at the deer with her mouth open.

Then the giant deer slowly stood up, closed its eyes, bent its legs, nodded its head, and actually bowed to Zhen Baiyu.

Now it was Shuang’er’s turn to be dumbfounded.

It was Zhen Baiyu instead who, seemingly having encountered similar situations many times, nodded and gracefully bowed while flipping her hands, fingers like lotus flowers, pointing at the White Deer’s forehead.

"With this good fate, the Divine Lord will protect you."

And so the White Deer nodded, releasing a brilliant array of colors, and the vibrant, rainbow-colored divine antlers on its head swayed and fell off, landing in Zhen Baiyu’s embrace.

Then the White Deer lay back down and went back to sleep.

"Thank you..."

Zhen Baiyu still thanked, then looked at the antlers in her arms and at Shuang’er, offering the antlers,

"Do you want them?"

Shuang’er, "..."

"So you are the real deal..."

At this time, Little Chu, coiled around the roof beam like a snake, emerged from the shadows, using some unknown evil technique, his body like a banana tube, exposed only a head, smiling,

"Shuang’er, seems I misjudged you. No wonder you spared no expense to snatch her. A True Saintess is worth at least a volume of the Heavenly Book. Why not give her to me, name your price, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied."

Zhen Baiyu quickly and skillfully hid behind Shuang’er, who then reflected the Xuanjian’s light, casting a green glow across his face.

"People’s hearts are insatiable, swallowing an elephant, be careful not to choke to death."

Little Chu sneered,

"Can’t blame me, wasn’t it you who breached the contract first, ruining my plan? Speaking of compensation, even repaying me is rightful."

Shuang’er squinted,

"What you say is true, indeed it was my sudden change of heart that nearly spoiled your good deeds, therefore I’ll spare your life."

Little Chu sneered silently, yellow grease and miasma seeping from his body, clearly intending to make a move.

Shuang’er looked at Little Chu blocking the way in front, then glanced at the White Deer behind, speaking,

"Have you thought it through? Even considering if you can kill me silently and swiftly, seizing the Saintess and antler, then escaping Xuanji alone.

Just now you saw it too; that antler wasn’t cut by me, it was voluntarily given to the Saintess. Therefore, the karmic ties involved need settling with her before you can use it without worry."

Little Chu remained silent for a moment.

Indeed, the initial plan was to have Shuang’er take the fall, the two together to cut the antler. Who knew the opponent would disrupt in between, and he would follow along, hiding a hand, tricking Shuang’er.

But who thought the Demon Cult Saintess would have such profound fortune, a thousand-year-old antler effortlessly given, not even a single fight, and crossing this White Deer hurdle, leaving Little Chu speechless.

Seeing Shuang’er was ready, and the White Deer not intervening, Little Chu rolled his eyes, knowing he was currently in a dangerous place, the Xuanji Monster could appear at any moment, better a bird in hand than two in the bush, thus he laughed,

"Very well, one thing at a time, I only want the antler, you two live."

Seeing Shuang’er’s signal, Zhen Baiyu tossed an antler over.

Little Chu opened his jaws like a python, catching the antler into his skin sack, then smacked his lips, eyeing the remaining one.

But Zhen Baiyu shook her head,

"Fate cannot be taken too thoroughly, nor given too freely, an antler is enough for your use, if I gave you all, my karmic bond with the White Deer God would end."

Little Chu squinted, ready to speak, but noticed the White Deer, though lying still, was now staring at him with an open eye, making him shiver internally, knowing this creature was feigning sleep, pleasing both Mystic Sect Divine Sect, so starting a fight might see the White Deer siding with the Saintess.

Little Chu, meticulous in his actions, cunning and calculative, immediately rolled his eyes, chuckling.

"Alright, our karma is settled! Until we meet again!"

He then twisted his waist, whip up a gust of black wind, twisting his flesh sack like a snake, and slithered down the mountain.

Without delay, Shuang’er hugged Zhen Baiyu, Qi Gathering and flying in the sky.

"Hold on tight, don’t fall."

"Mm..."

Zhen Baiyu clung to Shuang’er, smelling a whiff at his neck, suddenly giggling, her face flushed, softly saying,

"You smell so good..."

Shuang’er sighed again, this woman was truly annoying...