Chapter 17: I Haven’t Even Gotten On The Car Yet

“Mi Suhui, in the past this seat once listened to the Western Buddha Lord preach the Dharma. I am well-versed in Buddhist doctrine. Being your guide is absolutely no problem.”

Seeing there were only two descended demonic children left, even the always careless Gray Daoist did not dare fall behind and took the initiative to fight for one.

“You’re well-versed in Buddhist doctrine? You listened to the Western Buddha Lord preach?”

All the other demon heads were astonished. They had not expected him to have such a background.

“You asking that makes me remember the days when I used to sneak candle oil from the Buddha Lord together with my childhood sweetheart. Those were truly beautiful times. No worries, no need to fear righteous encirclements.”

Gray Daoist sank into reminiscence, his face full of happiness. Only after a while did he come out of those sweet memories, his expression turning full of grievance and hatred:

“Damn it, in the end some black one showed up and stole away my Little White! That thing really deserves to die!”

Gray Daoist’s face twisted hideously again.

The other demon heads had already believed about seventy to eighty percent and no longer fought over Mi Suhui.

Gray Daoist really was a Western mouse who had become a spirit.

At this moment, all the righteous spies turned their gazes in unison toward Mi Suhui.

Even Xu Gu turned his head and looked at Mi Suhui.

“What are you looking at?” Mi Suhui was stunned at first, then immediately exploded in anger:

“You can’t be thinking that the black mouse who stole Gray Daoist’s Little White is my father, right?”

The spies all nodded, then shook their heads.

“How could that be! My father and mother are human, nothing special. But I possess innate wisdom. In my previous life I was the Western Buddha Lord’s eldest disciple.”

Mi Suhui spread his hand helplessly, then suddenly lifted his head as if he had just thought of something terrifying:

“In my past-life memories, that little black one seems to have been released by me. Back then I was still very merciful. I saved a black mouse that had been bitten by a cat, then brought it back to Spirit Mountain and put it into that nest of candle-oil-stealing mice.”

As he spoke, he was already sweating all over.

What kind of damned luck was this, to end up in the hands of his previous life’s enemy.

“Hiss!”

Zhao Jingang shivered.

He had already started wondering whether his own father had offended anyone.

“No, that’s not right. There shouldn’t be any enemies of my father still alive.”

Thinking of this, Zhao Jingang could not help breathing a sigh of relief.

His father was an absolute killing fiend. There had never been any survivors under his hand.

No need to worry about enemies coming for revenge.

“Only one body-refinement disciple Zhao Jingang is left. Are you still planning to fight this seat over him?”

A demon head whose entire body was crimson, skin like steel, reeking of heavy corpse aura, spoke domineeringly to the other demon heads:

“This seat is a congenital demonic corpse, born from the countless resentful souls on the battlefield, nourished by the corpses of cultivators everywhere until I was finally formed.”

“What does that have to do with not letting us fight over being Zhao Jingang’s guide?” one demon head said unhappily, clearly ready to brawl.

“What does it have to do with it? Because that battlefield was opened up by the current number one body-refinement expert in the world, the sect master of the Vajra Sect and Great Shang Dynasty’s Northern Suppression General, Zhao Futuo. All the corpses and resentful souls that created this seat were killed by him.”

The corpse demon Chi Ba Daoist said proudly.

“This…”

Hearing this, the heart Zhao Jingang had been holding finally died.

He had thought that since his father had left no survivors, he would have no enemies. He forgot that in this world there were corpse cultivators and ghost cultivators.

“Then…”

The other demon heads still wanted to argue.

Chi Ba Daoist said coldly, “This seat was born for the sake of revenge, so I understand body-refinement better than anyone.”

All the other demon heads showed disappointed expressions.

They turned to leave.

“Huh?”

Xu Gu, who had been standing from beginning to end watching the show, saw that everyone was about to disperse and finally could not stay calm.

“What about me? No one wants me?”

“Ahem.” Senior brother Han Changsheng coughed lightly, reminding the demon heads.

In return, he only got their excuses.

“Xu Gu, this disciple, although only a three-spiritual-root, ranked first in the assessment. He is a top-class demonic cultivation seedling. The way he passed each round was truly breathtaking… Elder Mo, why don’t you trouble yourself a bit and take him?”

“What? Who do you think I am? This disciple’s talent is astonishing. I’ve never taught any outstanding disciples in my life. If I became his guide, wouldn’t I ruin good material?”

As Elder Mo spoke, he sent a threatening sound transmission: “Don’t dump this trouble on me! I didn’t even get any of the good disciples, and now you want me to shoulder a big problem as well?”

“Yes, have the five brothers who picked up those heaven-sent demonic children take him. We can’t miss out on benefits and then still suffer a huge loss!”

All the other demon heads protested.

“What kind of logic is that!”

“We got heaven-sent demonic children because we have the ability. It’s not like you gave them to us.”

“Where’s this talk of benefits and loss coming from?”

The atmosphere on the field froze over.

All of these demon heads were smiling on the surface while secretly they were already in a heated argument through sound transmission.

Damn it, this kid is so demonic and has the precedent of killing his master—who dares to take him?

If they did, whether or not they would live out the second half of their lives was a serious question.

They didn’t even dare show their alienation from Xu Gu for fear he would hold a grudge and take revenge on them when they fell on hard times.

“Sigh.” Han Changsheng sighed, his head pounding.

Although he was happy to see these demon heads disliking Xu Gu, if he did not find him a roughly suitable guide, trouble would follow.

His feelings toward Xu Gu were extremely complicated—like an emperor toward a crown prince.

He hoped Xu Gu would be extraordinarily capable and also feared Xu Gu would be extraordinarily capable.

“Ping Wuqi, you be his guide,” Han Changsheng said expressionlessly.

“Huh?”

Ping Wuqi, who had been hiding among the crowd watching the show, went pale, shocked to the core, about to fall apart:

“I am only a disciple. Although I am a true disciple, I am still just a disciple. Becoming brother Xu Gu’s guide is a bit against the rules, isn’t it?”

Han Changsheng frowned. He had not really expected Ping Wuqi to do it and fell briefly silent. After a moment, he thought of something:

“Elder Xiao, you will temporarily act as brother Xu Gu’s guide. After Master returns, he will personally act as his guide.”

Among the crowd, one old Daoist who had also been watching the fun suddenly changed expression, his eyes wide with disbelief:

“Deputy Demon Lord, I am only an Earth Demon Elder.”

Within the Demon Cavern, elders were divided into Heavenly Demon Elders, Earth Demon Elders, and Human Demon Elders. There were only thirteen Heavenly Demon Elders, all of them great demon heads at the Deity Transformation Realm. He was only at late Nascent Soul. In strength and position both, he was far inferior to the standing elders.

He wasn’t even qualified to be the guide of an inner disciple of the Demon Cavern.

“That’s why you are only a temporary guide,” Han Changsheng said coldly. “Do you have any objections?”

“I don’t dare!”

Xiao Bitian quickly replied.

Are you joking? You are the Deputy Demon Lord. Even the Demon Lord himself wouldn’t dare refute your decisions. How could I?

“Junior brother Xu Gu, Master is roaming the nine heavens and is not currently in the Demon Cavern. I’ll have to wrong you for now,” Han Changsheng said to Xu Gu.

“I wouldn’t dare,” Xu Gu replied quickly.

His attitude was very proper. He was only a Qi Refining cultivator, while the other party was an Integration-stage powerhouse.

“Why aren’t you greeting junior brother Xu Gu?” Han Changsheng said to Xiao Bitian.

“Yes!”

Xiao Bitian’s old face twisted. He carefully and timidly said to Xu Gu:

“Young master Xu, this old one is only at late Nascent Soul, ninth layer, peak great perfection. Being your temporary guide truly wrongs you.”

“Not at all,” Xu Gu waved.

Even late Nascent Soul was enough to dominate outside and call himself ancestor. He, a tiny Qi Refining cultivator, had no right to be impolite.

“Then since this old one is now your temporary guide, please, don’t kill me…” Xiao Bitian exhaled in relief and pleaded.

“Don’t worry. I’ve never slaughtered the innocent at random,” Xu Gu gave him a reassurance.

Xiao Bitian’s legs trembled again, terrified to the extreme. He was clearly not innocent at all.

The righteous spies, watching this scene, were completely stunned, all dumbfounded:

“Why does it feel like the one acting as the disciple is Xiao Bitian, not senior brother Xu Gu?”

(End of this chapter)