You're Still Saying You're Not a Demon?!

"Senior Brother, didn't you say Master had instructed us that nothing could go wrong on this trip to the Communal Feast Convention?"

The moment the two of them jumped down from the roof and landed, Pan Yu asked.

"Ah, it'll only delay us for a little while. It's nothing, nothing."

"But what if White Buddha Temple discovers us? You said yourself that those bald donkeys aren't easy to deal with."

"If they were going to discover us, they would have done so already. Maybe those bald donkeys are sound asleep right now."

"Heh heh..."

Hearing Pan Shi's answer, Pan Yu immediately let out a cold laugh.

Those were all things Pan Shi had said before—telling her not to show mercy lest they stir up extra trouble. Yet now, Pan Shi was running directly contrary to his own words.

Pah! What a double standard!

Seeing that his junior sister was somewhat displeased, Pan Shi had no choice but to put on the imposing air a Senior Brother ought to have.

"You little girl, who exactly is the Senior Brother here, you or me? What did Master say? When we're out and about, you listen to me! Don't you make trouble. When we meet this fellow cultivator later, you absolutely must not lose your manners."

Pan Yu could not be bothered with him. She simply snorted, turned her face away, and ignored him.

Pan Shi raised his brows, wanting to display the dignity of a Senior Brother, but in the end, he deflated and revealed a helpless expression.

A great man did not stoop to the level of a little woman!

After straightening his clothes, Pan Shi slowly walked to the front of the door and stopped about ten feet away.

This was the closest safe distance tacitly accepted among cultivators. No one could say whether crossing that distance might violate some taboo, so everyone remained cautious.

"I am Pan Shi, disciple of True Man Rou Shu of Three Pine Mountain. I have come with my junior sister Pan Yu to pay a visit to you, fellow cultivator, and humbly request an audience!"

His voice was not loud, but in the silent night, it carried clearly into the house. Pan Shi had deliberately spoken in as gentle a tone as possible, so as not to cause the other party any misunderstanding.

Yet inside the house, Yang An was startled and instantly leaped off the bed. Almost in the blink of an eye, he instinctively used the Lighting Method and summoned the ring of Buddha-light, bathing the entire room in brightness.

"Who?!"

He thought another demon had arrived, so he prepared himself without a second thought. Only then did he finish hearing the words from outside.

Not a demon—it was a human voice.

Though it was not a demon, Yang An remained vigilant.

In this pitch-black night, why would someone suddenly come calling and address him as a fellow cultivator? Could it be a demon in disguise?

Through the door, Yang An still asked the visitor's identity.

Very soon, that man's voice came again from outside.

"My junior sister and I passed through this place just now and saw you, fellow cultivator, strike down a demon. Your Mana is extraordinary, and so I wished to make your acquaintance and came to pay you a visit. If this is presumptuous, please do not take offense."

The other party's words were courteous and refined, but Yang An raised a brow. He still did not quite trust him.

They did not know each other to begin with, so what was there to visit about? If it were him, before knowing the other party's background, he would not rashly seek to befriend a stranger.

Especially under the current circumstances. A demon had just died by his hand, and not long afterward, strangers appeared right on its heels. Anyone would be suspicious.

Could the monks of White Buddha Temple already know, and be trying to confuse me this way?

He thought so, but the other party was already standing outside the door. Even if he did not want to meet them, if this person forced his way in, he would have no way to stop him.

Yang An was at a loss for a moment.

Outside, seeing that there was suddenly no movement and not even a reply, Pan Shi immediately felt somewhat embarrassed.

Clearly, this fellow cultivator did not wish to receive him.

Pan Yu also began to giggle at the side, watching him make a fool of himself without the slightest restraint.

This was truly a warm face pressed against a cold backside.

Served him right!

That was what he got for being a hypocrite!

Pan Shi shot her a fierce glare. Pan Yu did not restrain herself in the least and glared right back, unwilling to yield.

Could your one eye really out-glare my three?

Pan Shi was so angered that his face twisted, and he nearly wanted to tear his own eyeball out of Pan Yu's head on the spot.

Just then, a creak suddenly sounded, followed by a burst of light that abruptly illuminated the dark world.

At that sound, Pan Shi was immediately overjoyed and turned his gaze back, only to freeze.

The door slowly opened, revealing a somewhat thin figure. A circular wheel radiating holy and solemn white light hovered behind the person's head, shining brilliantly.

Beneath that radiance, Pan Shi felt as though countless fine needles were piercing his entire body, leaving him deeply uncomfortable.

The newcomer had delicate features, yet his face bore an unusual, sickly pallor. Though he wore rough cloth garments, they could not conceal the aggressive, battle-hardened air between his brows.

Most importantly, a red fireball the size of a head was burning in his palm.

Even from ten feet away, Pan Shi could still feel the terrifying heat emanating from that fireball. At that moment, it felt as though his own body temperature had abruptly soared, leaving him unbearably feverish.

As expected of a direct disciple from a great orthodox sect, an expert of the Origin Feeder Realm. Truly terrifying!

This only further confirmed Pan Shi's suspicions.

But just as he was about to say something, the fireball in the other party's hand suddenly swelled. Pan Shi then discovered in shock that his body had become scorching hot, as though it had caught fire, with wisps of white smoke even drifting from him.

A blazing heat instantly swept through his entire body.

He hurriedly circulated his Mana to neutralize this strange flame that seemed to have been ignited directly within him. At the same time, he sent some Mana into Pan Yu to help her resist it.

Pan Shi immediately realized that the other party had definitely misunderstood something, and hurriedly spoke.

"Fellow cultivator, this is a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! My junior sister and I are not demons, but true cultivators. Neither of us bears ill intent. Please quickly withdraw your divine ability!"

At this moment, Yang An stood behind the door with a trace of shock on his face.

He had originally thought that with only a door between them, he would not be able to stop them if they forced their way inside anyway, so he might as well meet them.

Who could have imagined that the moment he opened the door, he would see a man and a woman glaring angrily at each other? Although both looked normal at first glance, Yang An saw that one had an empty eye socket with only a single eye left, while the other had a bloody eyeball growing from her forehead. He was immediately frightened.

Damn it! They really are demons in disguise!

Without thinking, he instinctively drove the Lighting Method with all his strength, letting the flames draw upon his blood and burn even more fiercely. He tried to strike first and directly ignite the two demons before they could make a move.

Seeing the male demon's face reveal an expression of discomfort while the female demon was in even worse shape, her face full of pain—

"You little bastards! You still dared to come knocking at my door? You're courting death!"

Yang An thought viciously.

Though a great deal of blood had already drained from his body and he had overexerted himself, with danger at his doorstep, he could not care about that much.

Even if he died, he would make these demons pay the price.

That was the confidence the Lighting Method gave him.

Yet the next moment, he heard the other party's voice again. At the same time, he saw the man reach up to touch the woman's head, then directly remove the eyeball from her forehead and stuff it back into his own eye socket.

In the blink of an eye, aside from the bloodstains still on their foreheads and faces, the two had become no different from ordinary people.

"Look, fellow cultivator, this is merely an ability of the cultivation method I practice. My junior sister and I have not transformed from demons either. Please quickly withdraw your divine ability."

Pan Shi spoke again, signaling to Yang An that the two of them were cultivators and truly not demons.

Although he had used Mana to block the strange flames that had nearly been roused within himself and his junior sister, his entire body was still scorching hot and extremely uncomfortable.

He had not expected the disciple of a great orthodox sect in the Origin Feeder Realm to be so terrifyingly powerful.

But now that he had put the eyeball back, surely the man would believe him?

Sure enough, seeing this, Yang An froze, and the flames in his hand shrank slightly.

Seeing Yang An's expression and the change in the flames, Pan Shi was immediately delighted.

Sure enough, their appearances had truly frightened him just now.

These disciples of great orthodox sects likely spent all year cultivating in seclusion and had never seen much of the world. The cultivation methods they practiced were all pure orthodox methods. This was surely their first contact with the outside world, and they probably thought all other cultivators were like them.

It was merely a misunderstanding. As long as they cleared it up, he would not nitpick over it.

But what Pan Shi did not expect was that, just when he thought the misunderstanding had been resolved and was about to continue speaking, his whole body suddenly stiffened again.

The scorching heat he had already neutralized became terrifying once more. This time, green smoke rose from all over his body, impossible to suppress.

"Fellow cultivator... you!"

He looked at Yang An in horror.

But at this moment, a cold smile suddenly appeared on Yang An's face, and the fireball in his hand swelled violently once again.

It was as if he had already seen through everything—this laughable trick.

"Demons, don't even think of fooling me!"

"You can gouge out an eyeball and put it back in—can a normal person do that?"

"And you still say you're not demons?!"