Chapter 300: A Beast Under the Eaves Must Bow Its Head

In a luxurious private pavilion, Shen Junting's Face was pale, his breathing erratic, and a profound look of terror flickered in his eyes.

He was born with a noble status and was arrogant by nature; coupled with his impressive talent, he had never feared anything before.

But today, he felt an inexplicable sense of awe toward a fellow whose cultivation was far inferior to his own. He had never met, nor even imagined, that a person could be so ferocious and tyrannical!

This vague sense of oppression had little to do with cultivation or strength; it felt more like a submission and trembling originating from the depths of his heart.

Shen Junting never considered himself a good person and had slaughtered many innocent and kind people, but compared to a certain someone, he was like a small sorcerer in the presence of a great one—hardly worth mentioning.

To put it simply, it was like a petty crook who spent his days stealing chickens and dogs suddenly encountering a serial killer countless times more evil than himself.

Between the two, it was a complete suppression of demonic nature, making one instinctively feel nervous and afraid.

The cruelty and madness that leaked out inadvertently made even him, a Young Lord from a Demonic Path Family, feel chilled to the bone.

At this moment, a thought suddenly surfaced in Shen Junting's mind:

Perhaps… I shouldn't have opposed such a person at all…

As soon as this thought appeared, he forcibly wiped it away, and it subsequently turned into a raging fire burning in his chest.

“Damn it, how could I be afraid of him?!”

Shen Junting's Face turned ashen, and his determination to eliminate the other party became even firmer.

Now, this matter was nearly becoming his Heart Demon. If he couldn't eliminate Qi Da as soon as possible, he feared even his Dao Heart would develop cracks.

Qi Da was currently at the peak of his fame, and his every move was under the spotlight. He had even built his Immortal Cave right under the nose of Miro Palace. Trying to take him out secretly was practically harder than reaching the heavens.

The Legacy grounds a few months from now would be the best time to strike!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, his gaze turning icy cold…

…

On the other side.

After showing off in public, Qi Yuan naturally had no interest in staying to be gawked at by countless people. After greeting the Hall Master of the Inspection Hall, he left elegantly, leaving behind a legend destined to cause a sensation throughout the entire sect.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the Hall Master of the Inspection Hall, who should have treated him coldly, somehow had a change of heart and actually expressed great appreciation for his act of sparing the three opponents. He didn't look at all like someone whose Face had been slighted.

If it weren't for the faint red light emanating from that Old Demon Duanmu, he would have thought the man was putting on an act.

According to Qi Yuan's current understanding, if a black light emanated from someone within ten zhang, it proved they held hostility toward him. If it was a red light, it proved they held goodwill and kindness.

Of course, for most subjects of observation, they emitted neither black nor red light, meaning their attitude toward him was neither good nor bad, falling into the category of ordinary passersby.

Upon returning to his Immortal Cave, Qi Yuan witnessed a scene of chaotic flying swords and jumping dogs:

A local mutt… er, no, the Little Qilin, was being chased by a broken sword until it had nowhere to run. It was howling and yelping as it scurried around in all directions.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

…

If it failed to dodge in time, its butt would be fiercely whipped by the ningyuan sword. The pain made the Little Qilin's tears spray wildly as it wailed incessantly for mercy:

“Stop hitting me, I was wrong! Sword Bro, Lord Sword, I won't dare do it again!”

Seeing this, Qi Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he waved his hand to stop them:

“Both of you stop it, quit messing around!”

“Big Bro, you're finally back…”

Hearing Qi Yuan's voice, the Little Qilin looked as if it had seen a savior. It scurried to Qi Yuan's feet in a flash, clinging tightly to his pant leg as it wailed with snot and tears:

“Big Bro, this young… er, no, this little brother is willing to be your mount! Quickly put Sword Bro away!”

The ningyuan sword trembled its blade cockily and scolded:

“Did you forget what this sword just taught you? Who are you calling Big Bro? Call him Master Qi!”

The Little Qilin shuddered in fear and quickly changed its tune:

“Master Qi!”

The ningyuan sword floated leisurely to Qi Yuan's side, its tone filled with pride:

“Master Qi, I told you, there's no troublemaker that a beating can't fix. If one beating doesn't work, give them two!”

Qi Yuan glanced at the ningyuan sword, and his expression instantly became peculiar.

Is this broken sword a psycho? What does half-black and half-red mean?

Then, he glanced at the trembling Little Qilin, a smile appearing on his Face.

It seemed this Thin Dog had been thoroughly beaten into submission; it didn't even dare to harbor a shred of hostility in its heart. Although it didn't have any favorability either, it was much better than its previous arrogant and hateful attitude.

“Master Qi.”

The Little Qilin lowered its eyes and said cautiously:

“This lowly one is currently heavily injured, and even my true form has become very weak. Wouldn't riding me out damage your Face?”

“Why don't you show some mercy and bestow some healing Medicinal Pills upon me? Once I recover, I will surely be majestic and full of vigor, never losing Face for you.”

As the saying goes, a beast under the eaves must bow its head.

It had realized now that continuing to resist would definitely lead to no good end.

Rather than refusing to cooperate and suffering under the oppression of a stinking sword, it was better to play along temporarily and recover from its injuries first…

Hearing this, Qi Yuan raised an eyebrow, took a bottle of healing pills from his storage bracelet, and tossed it to the Little Qilin, giving a faint instruction:

“Take it. Also, pick a secluded room to stay in. You are not allowed to show your Face when outsiders come, understand?”

He hadn't forgotten that this little Thin Dog was stolen by Situ Yan from her Family. If it were discovered, it would lead to no end of trouble.

The Little Qilin was stunned, somewhat in disbelief:

“Master Qi, you're really willing to let me use these Yuzhao Pills?”

Originally, it thought it would be scolded or dismissed with a bottle of trash like the spring return pill. It hadn't expected the other party to hand over Yuzhao Pills right away.

While Yuzhao Pills weren't top-tier holy medicine, they were Earth Rank Medium Grade healing pills with quite extraordinary effects. To use them so easily on a 'mount' like itself was generous to an extreme.

Qi Yuan nodded nonchalantly:

“Stop talking nonsense. Scram back and heal your injuries.”

He had plenty of things like Yuzhao Pills on him; he even found them too hard on the teeth to eat as candy, so there was nothing to be stingy about.

“Thank you, Master Qi.”

Tears of gratitude filled the Little Qilin's eyes as it happily picked up the pills in its mouth and ran toward the depths of the Immortal Cave, disappearing in an instant.

Before Qi Yuan could even sit down for a cup of tea, the Restriction outside the Immortal Cave was actively triggered. Immediately after, an extremely respectful voice came from outside:

“Qi Direct Disciple, those two Battle Slaves you asked for by name, this lowly one has delivered them to you…”