Chapter 1144: Chapter 95: This Demon Doesn’t Know How to Cooperate

“Borrowing the fire of the southern Bing and Ding…”

Huang Anshi recited the spell halfway, reached for the talisman paper but grabbed nothing.

Turning around, he saw his four foolish disciples craning their necks to watch the show.

Those two female swordsmen fought from the ground to the roof, their moves fierce and relentless, completely leaving no room for mercy, truly breathtaking.

They occasionally leapt into the air, twisting mid-flight, their swords like dragons, eliciting gasps and applause from the audience in the dojo.

“Master, how about we finish watching before performing the ritual?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s been a while since we saw such an exciting battle!”

Did you pay to watch?

Huang Anshi was helpless and had to put down the peach wood sword, saying to the girl beside him, “My disciples are naughty and made the lady laugh. I didn’t expect your dojo to have such impressive people.”

Lily: “…”

It’s not that she didn’t want to speak, but that she didn’t know what to say.

Even she was a bit suspicious that these two guests who came last night weren’t just invited attendants hired by the master from somewhere?

The way they wielded their swordsmanship was so outstanding, more Fusang than the Fusang people themselves.

It was genuinely authentic.

Of course, everyone could tell that these two were mostly playing around.

In a real fight, how could one afford such flashy moves? Generally, a single slash determines life or death.

Playing around still requires real skills to understand the play.

Lily’s feelings were indeed very complicated at the moment.

She was delighted because the two did not hold back, displaying all sorts of details in their fight that even a swordsman of her level found deeply beneficial.

She was worried because their play was of such a high level that even their playful moves were beyond her reach.

As the saying goes, insiders look at the skill while outsiders watch the excitement.

Lily could see the exquisite swordsmanship the two displayed during their play, but in Wang Yunxiao’s eyes, these were two walking suspects.

The Eight Blades Continuous Slash, this swordsmanship might be something ordinary people have never even heard of, but he had seen it several times at crime scenes.

To the disciples of the Liusheng Dojo, this set of swordsmanship was intricate, yet somewhat overly flashy.

Only Wang Yunxiao knew that these two were not performing at all.

Because this swordsmanship was never created for samurai duels.

Possessed by the Divine Witch under the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations, the Yamata Technique: Eight Blades Continuous Slash, was not meant to slash people but to slash snakes.

The intended target was multi-headed sea snakes like Yamata, with many moves seemingly flashy but actually defending against possible sudden attacks from all angles.

Of course, it’s not that it can’t cut people.

It’s just like using anti-aircraft guns to shoot infantry in level flight.

Possible, but unnecessary.

Finally, when these two troublemakers got tired from playing—since they learned from the same master and couldn’t break each other’s moves—they jumped off the roof and hugged the girl who accompanied them last night to take a bath.

Only then did the disciples reluctantly retract their gazes.

“That was so thrilling, Master!”

Abao looked excitedly, “I’ve decided that I will marry a Fusang girl like that as my wife in the future!”

Wang Yunxiao: “???”

Huang Anshi shook his head and said, “You’d be hacked to death.”

Abao chuckled, “Isn’t there an old saying ‘to die under the rose, even as a ghost it’s romantic’?”

“It’s peony.”

Huang Anshi glared at him, “How much money do you have left in your pocket, thinking of marrying such a girl?”

Abao fell silent.

Beside him, Lily couldn’t help but speak up, “Master Huang, I heard that regardless of the field, the most important thing in accepting disciples is to evaluate their character. Your disciple’s character seems lacking. If he doesn’t understand the principle of prudence in words and deeds, aren’t you afraid he’ll cause trouble and implicate the sect in the future?”

“I was just talking…”

Abao was still a bit defiant, but Huang Anshi stopped him and apologized to Lily, “It’s my lack of rule enforcement that made you laugh, please don’t argue with this fool on account of my face. Let’s finish the ritual quickly, and if we can draw out that demon and subdue it, that would be best.”

Wang Yunxiao stood silently by, watching the drama unfold.

He had heard Old Third Ding talk about the customs of this profession before.

Those who dabble in Yin Yang and Feng Shui inevitably face five impediments and three deficiencies.

To put it plainly, when you divine and alter people’s Feng Shui, you change their original fate, which amounts to opportunism under the Heavenly Dao’s gaze, inevitably suffering Heavenly Dao’s punishment.

Either having a son without an anus, going blind, losing arms or legs, or encountering a mudhead truck while strolling…

And to escape these punishments, these people often take the initiative to undergo the calamity. For instance, staying single for life, never marrying, or not keeping money by their side, spending as much as they earn.

Or like Master Huang, taking in a foolish disciple to tarnish the sect’s luck.

Here, Huang Anshi had burned the yellow paper and started the ritual… He was supposed to kill a chicken for some blood, or use black dog’s blood or something, but there just weren’t the conditions. Plus, the dojo’s attitude was quite indifferent; they weren’t the type of client that wanted an extravagant ceremony.

As the saying goes, hustling towards isn’t a business, but with financial constraints, Huang Anshi could only grit his teeth and lower his face to actively take the job.

However, his own initiative alone wasn’t enough.

No matter how much effort he and his disciples put into shaking flags and shouting, the demon hiding in the dojo remained motionless.

Huang Anshi was slightly sweating on his forehead.

Catching demons isn’t necessarily reserved for nighttime. Generally, it’s only when the hiding place of the demon can’t be found that they wait until night for it to come out on its own before making a move.

If you already know the specific location, you just need to perform the ritual to force it out; daylight is actually more advantageous for a Demon Hunter.

But the one hiding in the dojo just wouldn’t come out, no matter what.

No reason for it… Do I really have to go find a black dog?

Just as Huang Anshi was about to reach his limit, the sound of a car engine came from the dojo entrance.

Lily whispered, “Master Huang, let’s stop here for today. I know you mean well, but the demon indeed hasn’t appeared. Now guests have arrived outside, so please tidy up quickly to avoid any misunderstandings with the guests. If this matter spreads, it could cause significant trouble for our dojo.”

“Okay, okay.”

Given the way out, Huang Anshi hurriedly accepted and put away his divine skills.

By this time, the guest had already walked in through the main entrance of the dojo; he was an old man in a suit with a full head of white hair, seemingly imposing yet short in stature, leaning on a cane with an expressionless face and sharp, sinister eyes.

He didn’t seem like an easy person to deal with.

Following the old man were several black-clad bodyguards and an expressionless assistant with a sharp, sarcastic look, who opened their mouth with, “Bring your best woman here to entertain my master!”

Who are you, buddy?

It wasn’t just Wang Yunxiao who was puzzled; Lily was equally baffled.

What’s been going on these past two days, treating our dojo like a city gate where anyone can come and go?

The mistress walked over with a smile, but before she could say a few words, she got slapped from the opposite side.

The knife in Lily’s hand was instantly drawn out with a swift motion.

This was intolerable beyond all limits.