The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 815: Capturing the Flower Demon

Chang'an came to Meng Shisan's room, and Meng Shisan opened his eyes on the bed.

"She asked?"

"asked."

"Did you answer truthfully?"

"Yes."

"Go to sleep."

"Yes."

Chang'an left Meng Shisan's bedroom and went back to his own room to rest.

Unexpectedly, at midnight, the master and servant were awakened by the noise in the yard at the same time and went out of the house.

Meng Shisan was only wearing a thin red silk nightgown and a thick cloak with sable trim. His long black hair was untied. He stood in the corridor, his hair fluttering in the night wind.

Chang'an looked at the barrier that had been set up to block out any sound happening within the barrier.

Meng Shisan is a half-demon with a powerful demon soul, and Chang'an is a demon with strong demon power. Therefore, other people in Taichen Courtyard and Silver Fox, whose demon power is still weak, did not hear the noisy sound. Only the two of them could hear it, and they followed it and watched from the stone steps.

"A Heavenly Master and a Magician, what's there to fight about?" Chang'an was puzzled.

Meng Shisan raised his eyebrows: "Did you see the circle hanging above the two of you, located on the outer layer of the closest barrier?"

Chang'an hadn't noticed it at first, but when Meng Shisan said that, he looked up and saw a fist-sized circle: "Is there... a flower inside?"

Between the layers of petals, the whiteness is tinged with pink, which looks very red.

Meng Shisan said: "Eighteen scholars."

"Camellia?" Chang'an didn't recognize the Eighteen Scholars, but he had only heard of it as a type of camellia.

"Hmm." Meng Shisan showed a rare look on his face. "It is very difficult for a flower spirit to cultivate. It is even more difficult for the eighteen scholars to become a ghost, let alone a demon."

When Chang'an heard that it was a flower demon, he couldn't help but use magic to probe into the circle inside the barrier. Unexpectedly, this probe would cause Huang Jing and Lan Zhijin, who were fighting fiercely, to notice it.

They both stopped at the same time.

But the barrier was not lifted.

The four of them looked at each other from inside and outside across the barrier.

When the magic was fed back, Chang'an reported to Meng Shisan as if no one was around: "He is very weak and has been badly injured."

Hearing this, Meng Shisan couldn't hide his inquiring eyes as he looked at Lan Zhijin: "Did Master Lan beat him?"

"He was the one who hit him!" Huang Jing immediately helped his childhood sweetheart to admit it without waiting for Lan Zhijin to admit it.

"Monster hunter... that's normal." Meng Shisan said in a reasonable way. Then, regardless of what Lan Zhijin wanted to say, she turned to Huang Jing and asked, "You wanted to protect the Eighteen Scholars before fighting with him. Why are you disturbing our sleep at this hour?"

"Uh..." Huang Jing didn't mean to disturb anyone's sleep. Before she knew it, she and Lan Zhijin had fought back to the Taichen Courtyard of the Meng Mansion. She explained with a little embarrassment, "I snatched the Eighteenth Scholar and ran back. I didn't expect him to be so difficult and chased after me."

"Why are you trying to steal the monster I want to kill!" Lan Zhijin could no longer bear it. "He relied on his hundred years of practice to successfully transform into a scholar and harm innocent girls everywhere. This evil creature should be killed right here!"

"He is a flower spirit that turned into a demon, not an evil beast." Huang Jing put his hands on his hips and made unreasonable excuses, "And he said that he didn't mean to harm those young ladies, he just wanted to help them!"

"He made them all fall in love with him. Is this helping?" "It's not his fault that he is beautiful. They all like him because he has helped them a lot!"

"It's all his fault!"

"People can be good or evil, demons can be good or bad, how can you generalize?"

"You know that some people are evil, some are bad, how can you be sure that he is kind and good?"

"According to this statement, you can't conclude that he is evil or bad!"

They argued until their heads hurt. Each of them held his own opinion and neither of them would give in to the other. However, they turned to Meng Shisan at the same time and spoke in unison.

"You be the judge!"

"Please give us justice, Miss Meng!"

Meng Shisan looked at the flower demon in its true form within the circle and said, "To know the truth, we have to ask those women. The two of you stayed up all night and argued in my courtyard. Even if you argue until dawn, it's in vain. It's better to wait until tomorrow morning to ask those authorities and then make a conclusion."

Upon hearing this, Huang Jing and Lan Zhijin looked at each other, snorted coldly, and turned their backs.

The two of them looked like stubborn donkeys, neither of them wanting to pay attention to the other and neither of them willing to admit defeat.

Meng Shisan yawned and said, "Chang'an, keep the Eighteen Scholars and we will judge right and wrong tomorrow."

"Yes." The next moment after Chang'an agreed, he stepped into the barrier leisurely, raised his hand, and made another spell, taking the circle above his head into his hand.

Huang Jing and Lan Zhijin: "..."

Do you want to hit people like this?

The barrier set up by the two was so useless, and Chang'an walked in so easily and took away the flower demon that had been causing them to argue endlessly?
After receiving the message from the eighteen scholars, Meng Shisan turned around and went back to his bedroom to continue sleeping, and Chang'an followed him back to his room.

Neither the master nor the servant paid any attention to Huang Jinglan and Zhijin who were still petrified in the yard.

After the barrier was retracted, the two of them looked at the corner of the corridor where the master and servant were returning to the house, and they were silent for a long time.

Lan Zhijin took Huang Jing out of Meng's house and asked Huang Jing outside Meng's house: "What about Chang'an... I can't sense any demonic energy, can you feel it?"

Huang Jing shook his head: "If I could, I would have surrendered long ago."

"But she knows magic, and her magic is extraordinary..." After a pause, Lan Zhijin had to admit something, "and it is better than you and me."

"Chang'an admitted to me tonight that she can set up barriers, but I didn't expect that her skills are so advanced..." Huang Jing hesitated, "Her skills are superior to ours. In addition to the fact that she is also a fellow practitioner, there is another possibility..."

"It's a demon whose power is higher than ours." Lan Zhijin silently accepted another possibility speculated by Huang Jing.

The highest magic skills that the two of them know are equivalent to the power of a powerful demon at the age of three hundred.

In other words, if Chang'an is a demon, then Chang'an's cultivation must be more than three hundred years.

At this speculation, both of them gasped.

Standing on the street under the cover of night, the cold wind blew and goose bumps appeared on Huang Jing's arms. Lan Zhijin also shivered uncontrollably.

"It's just speculation..." Huang Jing always felt that it was not so easy to encounter a demon, even though she was a demon hunter. And in fact, there were very few creatures in the world who could become demons. After becoming demons, most of them lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and even fewer came to the mortal world to show off. So she felt that her speculation was mostly untrue.

However, Lan Zhijin's breath shattered Huang Jing's self-consolation: "Don't forget, when we were traveling since we were young, our elders at home always told us not to step into the capital unless it was absolutely necessary. The reason is that under the emperor's feet, the purple air is prosperous, which is more conducive to the transformation of all living things. The probability of cultivating into a demon is 70% higher than outside the capital."