Tea Water Washes the Ground

Mo Feng ignored her. He stood up and walked slowly toward the two junior sisters.

He reached out his hand, intending to caress Xue Xi's face.

Xue Xi instinctively took a step back, dodging him.

Mo Feng's hand froze in mid-air. The gentleness on his face vanished, replaced by a cold, playful amusement.

"I am not your senior brother."

"I am not even human."

"I was chosen by the 'King' as a child and implanted into a human body. My mission was to infiltrate Heavenly Snow Mountain and obtain the complete cultivation method of the Ice Soul Divine Art."

"Now, my mission is complete."

He spread his hands, looking at the two terrified junior sisters, a smile curling his lips.

"Xue Xi, Tu Rong, you both have excellent talent and unique aptitudes. Come with me to meet the 'King'. You will gain lifespans and powers far exceeding those of humans, and you won't have to be confined to this trivial mortal martial arts."

"You're dreaming!" Tu Rong shouted fiercely. She finally snapped out of her shock, drawing the long sword from her back.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at Mo Feng's throat.

"You beast in human skin! Was Senior Sister Sun also killed by you!"

Mentioning "Senior Sister Sun," the smile on Mo Feng's face grew even wider.

"Oh, you mean Sun Qing."

"She was truly a devoted woman. After discovering my secret, she not only didn't expose me but even tried to persuade me to turn back."

He clicked his tongue twice and shook his head.

"So naively adorable. Her flesh and blood were one of the most delicious foods I've ever tasted."

"You!"

Tu Rong could no longer hold back. She infused True Qi into her sword and thrust it forward, creating a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air.

This strike was a killing move from the Heavenly Snow Mountain sword techniques—fast, accurate, and ruthless.

However, Mo Feng simply extended two fingers.

His index and middle fingers.

With a crisp sound.

Tu Rong felt an irresistible force surge from the tip of her sword. Her hand ached, and the long sword flew out of her grasp, clattering to the ground.

She staggered back several steps, only prevented from falling by Xue Xi, who caught her from behind.

Her full-power attack from the True Meridian Realm had been broken by the opponent using just two fingers.

The gap in their strength was despair-inducing.

In the midst of this silent despair, a light laugh rang out.

"Heh."

Everyone, including Mo Feng and the fat shopkeeper, turned to look at the source of the sound.

It was the young man from the Demon Suppression Division, who had been sitting in the corner, drinking tea by himself.

Shen Che.

Xue Xi and Tu Rong's hearts sank to the bottom.

It was over.

This person from the Demon Suppression Division was in league with these demonic beasts.

They were destined to die here today.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Feng's expression turned displeased.

He disliked this feeling of being out of control.

"Nothing," Shen Che said, putting down his teacup. "I just realized that one mission managed to hook so many big fish. I'll have a thousand Contribution Points soon, and I'm a little happy."

Contribution Points?

Tu Rong and Xue Xi were stunned.

What was going on?

"People from the Demon Suppression Division are indeed a bunch of lunatics who value money over their lives," the fat shopkeeper sneered.

"Kid, the three Demon Queller Envoys before you? We killed them. Their flesh has already been completely devoured."

"Is that so?" Shen Che nodded. "Then I can rest assured."

Confirmation was good. The mission objectives were clear.

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Mo Feng sized up Shen Che. This young man gave him a strange feeling; he was too calm.

But he quickly dismissed this doubt.

The opponent is too young, at most a newly promoted official Demon Queller Envoy, who has opened one or two True Meridians at best.

Nothing to fear.

"Dispose of him," Mo Feng ordered the stout shopkeeper, "Be quick about it, don't delay the gift for the 'King'."

"You got it!"

The stout shopkeeper responded, and the three shop assistants beside him also stood up simultaneously.

The next second.

Riiip!

A piercing sound of flesh tearing echoed.

The stout shopkeeper and the three shop assistants' bodies swelled up like inflated balls.

The human skin on them split open, revealing grotesque bodies covered in dark blue scales and bone spurs underneath.

A vast demonic power surged through the entire hall like a tide.

Tables and chairs creaked under the impact of this demonic power, as if they couldn't bear the strain.

One had a single horn on its head, another was covered in sharp spikes, and the third had its arms mutated into two massive bone blades.

As for the stout shopkeeper, he had transformed into a plump monster over three meters tall with four arms.

Four Demonic Beasts in the True Meridian Realm.

Coupled with Mo Feng, whose strength was unfathomable.

Xue Xi and Tu Rong's faces lost all color.

This was a desperate situation, a sure death.

"Kid, it's your honor to die by our hands!"

The Demonic Beast covered in spikes seemed displeased with Mo Feng's dismissive attitude and wanted to show off in front of the newcomer.

It roared, dropped to all fours, and charged at Shen Che like a rampaging beast, carrying a stench of decay.

The spikes on its body, driven by demonic power, stood on end, flashing with a cold, dark blue light.

"Be careful!" Xue Xi instinctively cried out.

This Demonic Beast, judging by its demonic power fluctuations alone, had opened at least four True Meridians, making it stronger than both her and Tu Rong combined.

Shen Che sat still, not moving from his spot.

He simply picked up the cup of cold, coarse tea from the table.

The moment the spiked Demonic Beast was about to pounce on him.

He flicked his wrist.

Swish.

The entire cup of tea was flung out by him using a peculiar technique.

The splashing tea, empowered by his incomparably potent Dragon Elephant True Qi, was no longer liquid.

It transformed into terrifying projectiles, harder than steel and faster than bullets.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

A series of dense, grating sounds of flesh being pierced echoed.

The imposing spiked Demonic Beast froze mid-air.

Its tough bone spurs and scales were as fragile as paper in the face of this cup of tea.

Dozens of holes, piercing through its body from front to back, burst open.

Green demonic blood splattered out.

Its massive body crashed heavily to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell silent.

The remaining three Demonic Beasts, having revealed their true forms, froze in place.

The plump monster, three meters tall, had its four arms trembling slightly, and the terror in its four eyes was almost overflowing.

Shen Che raised his hand and picked up the empty coarse porcelain teacup he had used.

He twirled the cup between his fingers, as if examining a work of art.

"Attack together, tear him apart!"

The Demonic Beast with bone blade arms snapped out of its fear, let out a sharp screech, trying to dispel the chill in its heart with its voice.

It exchanged a look with the other two Demonic Beasts, gathered all its demonic power, and prepared to surround him.