Chapter 568: Fancy a Spot as Holy Master of Tian Yan Holy Land?
White Feng didn’t bother to check the system notifications; instead, he turned his gaze back toward the already dead demon girl—or more precisely, her clone. Seriously, he couldn’t quite wrap his head around her logic. What exactly was she trying to pull?
Looks like she helped him out with the Crow Immortal. Nice. But… why did she do it? Was there some secret reason?
He clearly remembered that at the start, the demon girl was all “warm and fuzzy” with him… on the surface. But underneath, she was packing some serious malice. So, why on earth is she now all sweet and innocent? Besides him spotting her disguise and giving her a few solid beatings—nothing else really happened. Could it be? Was she just trying to create some kind of emotional bond through getting beaten up?
Just then, he seemed to pick up on something. He looked up and spotted a figure suddenly appearing on the distant mountain peak—a demon girl, was she a clone or her real body? Hard to tell. She seemed to notice White Feng’s stare. A sly smile curled on her lips, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished into thin air—like a ghost, or maybe just someone’s bad magic trick.
‘This is… suspicious,’ White Feng muttered, exhaling sharply. His mind was flooded with questions, especially when the clone’s words floated in his mind: “Next time we meet, I’ll stab you right in the heart.” Uh, what? A weak point? A smoke screen meant to throw him off? Or part of some ritual to inherit the Thousand Faces Immortal?
He paused for a few seconds, then looked at the system notification. Maybe the key was to dig into Crow Immortal’s memories—after all, she’s an immortal, and maybe she knows more about the Thousand Faces way of doing things.
“Hey, bro! You okay?” Bai Yu Mo hurried over and asked, a worried look on her face. She was still shaken from the demon girl’s daring stunt—she couldn’t believe someone was so bold, sneaking into the Holy Land like it was a casual siesta spot.
“I’m fine,” White Feng waved her off. He sheathed the Extermination Sword Array, which flickered and then gradually faded away, vanishing into thin air. The phantom of Tian Yan Fairy also dissolved slowly until nothing was left.
“No wonder she’s the inheritor of the Thousand Faces Immortal! I, as the Holy Master, didn’t notice our Elder got replaced,” Dao Xuan Holy Master hurried over, eyes dark. He then pulled a sparkling pill from his storage ring, handed it to White Feng, and said grimly, “This one’s on me. My mistake—please take it.”
“Then I guess I won’t refuse,” White Feng said, accepting the precious pill from the Dao Xuan Holy Land. He pondered aloud, “I wonder how the Elder who got swapped is doing.”
Dao Xuan Holy Master shook his head. Based on his understanding of the Thousand Faces’s tricks, that person probably…
“Relax, I just read his fortune—he’s perfectly fine,” Tian Yan Holy Master strolled over, a calm smile on her face. “When we clear this mess later, we’ll look for him together. I sense he’s not far from here.”
“Thank you, Tian Yan Holy Master,” Dao Xuan nodded gratefully, then turned with the other elders to scout the nearby terrain.
While Dao Xuan Holy Master departed, Tian Yan Holy Master turned her gaze to White Feng and the worn-out copper coin around his neck. Suddenly, she reached out, grabbed his shoulder, and her eyes sparkled with fiery intensity. “Interested in becoming the Holy Master of Tian Yan Holy Land?”
White Feng? Confused.
And Tian Yan’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “?”
What the heck was going on? Was a Holy Land’s boss actually something so easily transfered?
“No, you being the Holy Master? Not really your style,” White Feng quickly shook his head.
Tian Yan Holy Master suddenly shook her head again. Just when White Feng thought she’d snapped out of her craziness, she blurted another idea: “How about you be the Holy Son of Tian Yan Holy Land? We’ve only ever had Holy Maiden, but under special circumstances, adding a Holy Son isn’t impossible.”
“… I’d rather not. The title ‘Holy Son’ makes me think of that demon girl who’s obsessively clingy,” White Feng said hurriedly. He liked his current life at Heavenly Sword Sect, thank you very much. The Holy Son business? No thanks.
Tian Yan Holy Master sighed dramatically, but didn’t insist. “Pity. But even if you don’t want to be Holy Son, in the future, you can always consider Tian Yan Holy Land your home. Just come find me if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Tian Yan Holy Master,” White Feng nodded—so long as he didn’t have to be Holy Son, everything was cool.
Then she asked, seemingly suddenly, “Did Tian Yan bother you too much? Being by your side?”
White Feng blinked. That was an odd question. He shook his head. “Nope. Actually, Tian Yan’s been a great help.”
“I knew it,” Tian Yan Holy Master chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re probably just afraid of how she’s got a bit of a temper. Whatever. I’ve got a proposal.”
“What is it?”
“I could start taking care of your daily life—consider it an apology from Tian Yan,” she said with a charming smile.
White Feng: ?
Tian Yan sped over, grabbed her, and shoved her several dozen meters away, shouting, “Get lost!”
“Ahem, I’m the Holy Master here! Tian Yan, if you’re not going to defend me, then what are you doing pushing me aside?”
Tian Yan Holy Master protested, but didn’t push back. She let her be carted off, as if totally joking about the whole thing.
‘Looks like the presence of Tian Yan Fairy’s divine consciousness caused quite a stir in Tian Yan Holy Land…’ White Feng muttered to himself, dubious. He didn’t think Tian Yan Holy Master was joking. If he nodded yes, he was pretty sure she’d come running just to take care of his daily life.
The scene was… well, a bit awkward, honestly.
“Are you thinking strange things?” Tian Yan floated back over, expression unreadable.
“No,” White Feng said immediately, shaking his head. “Just pondering about the Divine Monarch. After this battle, he probably isn’t much of a threat anymore.”
“But don’t get too confident,” Tian Yan added, brushing past his words. “Who knows if the immortal who created the Divine Monarch has more tricks up his sleeve? We had no idea there was still a surviving divine consciousness of an immortal until just now.”
“True,” White Feng nodded. “A few more days, once the system finishes absorbing the divine consciousness, I think I’ll finally understand the Divine Monarch’s plans.”
“All right, enough pondering,” he said, stretching lazily. “We’ve finally dealt with this big crisis. Time to rest and relax for a few days.”
“Then, want to come rest at Tian Yan Holy Land?” Tian Yan suddenly appeared beside him, about to speak.
But before she could finish, Tian Yan pushed her away again with a wave—sent her flying dozens of meters. “Get out of here!”
“Come on! I’m your senior—I raised you! Show me some respect, will you?”
Tian Yan Holy Master protested again, but she didn’t resist, allowing him to shove her aside as if it was just a joke.
