Chapter 14: Where on Earth Are You…

“I ask that you teach me, sir!”

Hua Lengyue bowed at a ninety-degree angle behind Lin Xun, her tone sincere, making it hard for one to refuse.

I will not give up!

Her Highness the Saintess has already introduced me to a teacher proficient in the way of assassination! She even specifically gave me this opportunity. Lengyue does not want to disappoint Her Highness the Saintess’s hopes!

Lengyue wants to contribute to the assassination cause of the Violet Mist Holy Land!

Hearing the young woman’s sincere cry, Lin Xun rubbed his neck and turned around.

Seeing her bowed at a ninety-degree angle, Lin Xun found it difficult to just walk away.

Lin Xun “knew” that this young woman must have been sent by his childhood friend, the current Saintess of the Demonic Path.

Back when his tribulation failed and he was struck by heavenly lightning, although all his spiritual power was lost and he became a mortal, he had also comprehended the Heaven-Deceiving Art.

Logically, no one should be able to divine his location.

After his realm gradually recovered, no one could see the spiritual power and realm within his body; he still looked like an ordinary person.

One could only say that the karmic ties between him and her were indeed too deep, so was he exposed?
Forget it, he was exposed anyway.
Thinking of that childhood friend of his, how should he put it… Lin Xun felt that he still owed her quite a lot.

Because when he transmigrated to this world, he severely lacked a sense of security, so he only pursued power.

But she was different. She was originally a lady from a distinguished family, but one day she was discovered by the old man, who felt she was a rare genius seen once in ten thousand years, extremely suitable for cultivating the Myriad Demons Sect’s Heaven-Gazing Art, which no one had successfully cultivated in ten thousand years!

Thus, that old man pretended to be from the righteous path and tricked and coaxed her back to the demonic sect.

After entering the Myriad Demons Sect, she, who was then a delicately carved little girl with a bit of baby fat, always followed behind him, grabbing the corner of his clothes wherever he went.

When he practiced his spear, she read a book. When he went to the toilet, she read a book. When she went to the toilet, he had to practice his spear outside, responding from time to time with “I’m here”…
To him, she was like his own little sister. Or perhaps, without realizing it, she and the old man had already become his family in his heart.

Finally, as he and she grew up, he was given the chuunibyou title of Demon Lord, and she was naturally given the chuunibyou title of Saintess. Although he didn’t know why he was the “Demon Lord” and she was the “Saintess,” maybe “Demon Lord” just sounded more domineering…
And the Myriad Demons Sect was also called the Myriad Demons Path. Although it was the same sect, the forces within it were complex and intertwined.

Which meant that as the Demon Lord, he and she, the Saintess, both had their own “enterprises” and “followers” to manage.

But back when he was in the Myriad Demons Sect, his heart was only set on cultivation. Where would he have had the time to manage his own forces, to care about those things?

If he had time for that, wouldn’t it be better to practice his spear a little more, to raise his realm? Wasn’t that more rewarding?
And every day, girls from the sect would send him love letters.

He found it strange. Didn’t they have to study?
Besides, at that time, he truly felt that “women will only affect the speed at which I thrust my spear.” Followers and women were both unnecessary.

So at that time, he wanted to disband the followers the old man had given him. It was just that he didn’t know how to deal with those young women; his repeated rejections were useless.

“It’s a pity to disband them. Why don’t you let me manage them all? When I’ve managed them well, I’ll give them back to you.”

Lin Xun still remembered her smiling as she said that to him.

“No need. Those followers, you can have them all. You don’t have to give them back to me. Anyway, what’s mine is yours,” Lin Xun remembered responding at the time.

She seemed to have been stunned for a moment then, before smiling and saying, “That’s true. I’m yours too, anyway. Then I’ll manage them all. How about I also block those love letters and those girls for you?”

At that time, Lin Xun was overjoyed.

How about it?

Wasn’t it wonderful? Those girls who didn’t study all day and only thought about romance had been giving him a headache for a long time. He couldn’t hit them, and scolding them was useless as they would just come back again…
Thus, his followers and all aspects of his life were handed over to her to manage.

And it had to be said, from then on, he was no longer troubled by trivial matters. Not a single love letter came, and his whole person felt refreshed.

But over time, Lin Xun also felt quite embarrassed, as he had been troubling her all this time.

So one day, while she was cultivating, he knocked on her door and said, “In the future, my spear, you can use it whenever you want.”

What he actually meant was, if you have any difficulties in the future, just let me know, my spear is still quite effective.

But he also knew that although the Heaven-Gazing Art she cultivated sounded like it had no offensive power, as the most difficult ancient secret art of the Myriad Demons Sect to cultivate, how could it only be for fortune-telling?

In addition, she was already at the Nascent Soul realm at that time, and with him and the old man backing her, plus her own followers and those deathsworn loyalists, she could walk sideways like a crab.

But at that time, he didn’t have much else to promise.

At that time, she, inside the room, had blushed like a monkey’s butt and responded with a crisp “Mm.”

Although he hadn’t been back these past few years, and the outside world thought he was dead, Lin Xun felt that the Myriad Demons Sect was definitely fine.

As long as that old man didn’t court death, didn’t try to break through to something like the Spirit Refining realm (the fourteenth realm) with his old bones, then living for another five or six thousand years should be reliable.

And in these two or three years, she should have reached the Jade-Pu realm, right? Then there would be even fewer problems. It would be the same whether he was there or not.

After all, the Upper Five Realms, how many people in this world could there be? Which one of them wasn’t an existence capable of founding a sect?

And he truly wanted to live in seclusion and didn’t want to go back to any demonic sect. The old man and she should be able to understand.

But no matter what, he felt a little guilty in his heart. After all, he was living freely here, while they might have to face the counterattack of the righteous path.
Uh… the so-called counterattack, was actually nothing much.

Because it wasn’t just the Myriad Demons Sect; even many crooked and evil paths had been arrogant for too long, riding on his reputation.

Have you ever seen someone promoting dual cultivation at the gates of a Buddhist sect…
He wouldn’t meddle in the affairs of other demonic paths. Anyway, no matter how much the Myriad Demons Sect was counterattacked, its foundation wouldn’t be hurt. At most, they would just have to spit out some of what they had eaten before.

Returning from his thoughts, he looked at the young woman before him.

As for the “protection” mentioned before, it was probably false. After all, since she could divine his location, she could certainly divine that his condition didn’t require protection.

“Teaching her” should be the real reason.

But teach what?

She was an assassin.

He should teach her assassination?

Could it be that his childhood friend had divined that he was too idle, and her heart was finally unbalanced, so she wanted to find something for him to do?

For a moment, Lin Xun was completely baffled…

And at the same time, in the Myriad Demons Sect, a stunningly beautiful young woman in a black dress was slumped over a desk full of divination materials.

She was hugging a pillow. Having failed her hundredth divination, she buried her head in Lin Xun’s pillow, took a deep breath, and lifted her starry eyes, saying faintly:

“Little Xun… where on earth are you…”

(End of this chapter)