In the next second, driven by despair, Mu Anxiao heard various voices around her, voices that filled her with fear and panic.
“Trash, always trash.”
“Mu Anxiao, you are nothing but trash.”
“Mu Anxiao, you became an immortal by stealing Shen Yan’s blood.”
“What you take must eventually be returned.”
“What doesn’t belong to you, will never belong to you.”
“Liar, thief.”
“Mu Anxiao, don’t let me see you again. Get out.”
The last voice was Shen Yan’s. Slowly opening her eyes, Mu Anxiao found herself in darkness. Her tears finally fell.
Whether a liar or a thief, why… Her eyes were hollow. Why did coming here make her heart feel so much pain? Thinking this, she lowered her head.
She had endured all those rumors for over fifty years. Of course, she knew it was her own fault, that she owed Shen Yan. But this feeling of pain had long since vanished. Why? Why would it suddenly surge back to her heart at this moment? Why, the instant she stepped into this village, did she feel such groundless despair? Pondering this question, she began to think.
Villager Number One hesitated before his own doorstep, then raised his hand and knocked.
The next moment, upon hearing the word "brother" from inside, Villager Number One’s face broke into a smile.
In the next second, the fool opened the door.
As Villager Number Two had said, this fool was incredibly handsome, around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, but alas, he was a fool. Moreover, he had violent tendencies, so not a single matchmaker in the village was willing to visit.
Of course, one did come years ago, but… she was beaten out by his brother.
A few years ago, Villager Number One was still helping his brother find a suitable girl, but… it wasn’t that easy. Gradually, he gave up. It wasn’t until he met Mu Anxiao today that his desire to find a wife for his brother resurfaced.
“Brother, I’m back,” he said with a face full of smiles.
“Brother,” the fool said, smiling and pointing at a tree behind Villager Number One. “Just now, Daddy and I flew up. It was amazing, but I… I don’t feel well, I don’t feel well.” As he spoke, his mouth turned down.
Villager Number One followed the fool’s gaze, glanced at the low tree behind him, and frowned slightly, asking, “Brother, how did you and Father get up the tree?”
The fool’s eyes glazed over, and he tilted his head. “Don’t know, don’t know.” He then turned and walked inside.
“Alright,” Villager Number One nodded and followed him in.
As soon as he stepped inside, Villager Number Two appeared at his doorstep with a young man.
“May I come in?” Villager Number Two asked politely.
Hearing this, Villager Number One stopped in his tracks, turned to look at the two standing at the door, and said, “Don’t come in. My brother doesn’t like seeing strangers.” He then walked back to them.
“I have something to ask,” the young man said.
Seeing the serious expression on the young man’s face and thinking about the fool’s condition, Villager Number One said, “You can, but speak softly.”
“Okay,” the young man nodded and said softly, “Why do you have to catch demons?”
Villager Number One had been solely focused on his brother’s affairs since entering the village. He couldn’t quite remember what had happened in the cellar earlier.
“Did I just ask?” he inquired.
“Yes,” the young man nodded.
Villager Number One pointed at Villager Number Two. “Why don’t you explain it to him?”
“I can’t explain it clearly,” Villager Number Two said, averting his gaze.
Villager Number One sighed softly and said, “If you catch the demon, and then use the right timing to attract the Yin messengers, you can pile all the sins onto that demon. This way, our village will be safer.”
“Then must it be forced?” the young man asked.
“If it’s a demon, it’s a bad guy. The Yin messengers will know at a glance. Moreover, if you don’t feel secure, don’t you have a kind of immortal medicine for confession? Just have him take one, and he will naturally confess.”
Having been in the cultivation sect for a long time, the young man had never heard of an immortal medicine for confession. Hearing Villager Number One say this now, he found it miraculous. However, realizing he didn’t have such a thing, he became flustered.
“Immortal medicine for confession,” he muttered.
“You don’t have it?” Villager Number One noticed something amiss.
Upon hearing this, the young man quickly looked up at Villager Number One, then gave a foolish laugh. “My master didn’t give me that. Also, something else I was thinking was…”
“You are trash,” Villager Number One’s demeanor changed instantly.
The young man had witnessed Villager Number One’s sudden change of mood on the way back. Although he was somewhat used to it, the fact that this change was directed at him gave him a whole new experience, filling him with fear. “How can you say that about me?” he said, his voice trembling.
Just as Villager Number One was about to speak, the fool suddenly appeared, pointed at the young man, and shouted, “Trash.”
The young man looked at the fool’s appearance and chuckled dryly. “Your brother is truly handsome.”
Unexpectedly, the moment the young man said this, the fool’s face fell, and he said in an extremely cold tone, “I hate it the most when people call me handsome.” He then glared at the young man.
Seeing this, the young man quickly retreated half a step.
The fool narrowed his eyes, slowly raised his hand, and a dazzling beam of light appeared in his palm.
Villager Number One’s eyes widened.
Villager Number Two looked at the beam of light in the fool’s hand in disbelief. “Your brother… he’s a demon.”
“My brother is not a demon,” Villager Number One roared.
“Then what is he…” Villager Number Two took several steps back, pointing at his hand. “What is that thing in his hand?”
“Leave, don’t go out, or you’ll be sorry,” Villager Number One shouted angrily at Villager Number Two.
Villager Number Two did not heed Villager Number One’s words. Instead, he looked at the fool with a look of terror, muttering a few words, “Too terrifying, too terrifying.” He then turned and left, tripping after three steps.
The young man retreated, saying, “Your brother… is a cultivator…”
“My brother is not,” Villager Number One roared, grabbed the fool’s hand, and pleaded, “No, don’t be like this. Brother has found her for you, found her.”
Upon hearing these words, the beam of light in the fool’s hand gradually weakened.
“Found…” he uttered the word slowly, turned to look at Villager Number One, blinked his eyes, and asked, “Who is she?”
“You’ll know when you see her in a moment,” Villager Number One said patiently.
“Now, I want to see her now,” the fool said, then smiled foolishly.
Although the young man had not learned much magic, based on his time in the cultivation sect, he was good at judging people. Therefore, he was certain that the fool before him was a cultivator!