Quick Wear: The Heirless Boss Wants to Get Close to Her Every Day

Chapter 520 Spoiled Flower Fairy vs. Aloof Buddhist Monk (19)

Upon hearing the sound of the bell, Shen Shuyi instantly sensed the aura of the demon hunter. This demon hunter's aura was very different from Wuchen's; it carried a bloody scent, unlike Wuchen's pure aura.

She didn't leave; instead, she concealed her demonic aura and watched the situation in the courtyard from the eaves.

The couple in the courtyard chatted and laughed as they looked at their newborn baby.

The gentle and beautiful wife smiled and said, "Tanlang, we must raise Cheng'er to adulthood."

“Yingniang is right. Cheng’er was born prematurely and is in poor health. His body is still cold. I only hope that he grows up healthy and I don’t ask him to be successful.” The man’s eyes were full of love.

Suddenly, the courtyard gate was kicked open.

The couple looked over and saw a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe walking in, carrying a peach wood sword.

"So this is where the ghosts and monsters were hiding."

"They even had a baby born from a foreign child."

Tanlang hurriedly placed the child in his wife's arms and then stood in front of her, glaring angrily at the person who had broken down the door.

"What do you mean, Taoist priest?"

"They broke into my house without any reason! I'm going to report them to the authorities!"

The Taoist priest laughed loudly, "You are utterly foolish! Don't you know she is a ghost?"

"You bullshit!"

"She is my wife, please leave immediately!" Tanlang shielded his wife and children behind him.

Before he could finish speaking, the Taoist priest slapped him so hard that he was knocked unconscious and sent flying to the ground.

Yingniang glared angrily at the Taoist priest, "How dare you lay a hand on a mere mortal who has no power to bind him?"

She placed the baby aside and then cast a protective barrier in preparation for a battle with the Taoist priest.

"Hmph, I am Xuanzhen Daoist, who specializes in catching ghosts. When did it become your place to tell me what to do?"

Xuanzhen Daoist's eyes sharpened. "If you don't want your soul to be scattered under my Ghost-Slaying Sword, hand over the Ghost Child to me."

Yingniang stood in front of the child, fully alert. "Impossible!"

"I have cultivated for over a hundred years, and I have never been defeated in a battle against you, even if it means fighting to the death!"

"Ha!" Xuanzhen Daoist sneered, "If you obediently hand over this half-human, half-ghost thing to me, I might spare your husband's life."

"You even kill people?!" Yingniang frowned. "You're a heretic!"

Master Xuanzhen said to the heavens, “Today, the heavens have granted me a great opportunity to encounter this half-human, half-ghost thing. Using it to refine my power will surely increase my power infinitely.”

"You really are an evil cultivator!" Yingniang wanted to pick up her child and run away, but she was worried that her unconscious husband would suffer at the hands of this villain. She was caught in a dilemma.

Over the years, she concealed her presence and lived a low-key life in this house, never leaving her home. Unexpectedly, she revealed her ghostly aura during childbirth, which led to evil spirits seeking her out.

"He's not a ghost child, he's a human. I will gradually strip away the ghostly aura from him and let him grow up peacefully as a human child. Don't even think about harming him!"

The evil Taoist priest's eyes gleamed, "If you remain obstinate, I will refine you and the ghost child together into a pill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the evil Taoist priest swung his sword and began to kill the ghost woman.

The ghost woman, who had cultivated for over a hundred years, fought the evil cultivator with all her might, creating a fierce battle. However, she was distracted when the evil cultivator attacked the infant, which led to her defeat.

Just as the evil cultivator thrust his peach wood sword down, a wisteria vine in full bloom flew over and snatched the sword away.

Shen Shuyi leaped down from the eaves and kicked Xie Dao to the ground.

"Pfft—" Xie Dao spat out blood, and exclaimed in surprise when he saw Shen Shuyi.

"You are a flower fairy!"

"So what if I am? Do you want to kill me?" Shen Shuyi crossed her arms in front of her. "You blind, stinking Taoist priest, you can't tell good from bad, you're even a heretic."

"Then your eyes are useless."

Shen Shuyi manipulated the vines, and with a "whoosh," pierced through the evil path's eyes.

"Ah—" Xie Dao cried out in agony, covering his face with his hands and rolling on the ground.

Shen Shuyi raised her hand, preparing to deliver the final blow to the evil cultivator, when a golden light struck, knocking her vines away. Before her eyes was Master Wuchen, whom she hadn't seen for many days.

"Little flower fairy, stop!" Wuchen walked towards her, leaning on his Demon-Subduing Staff.

The heavily injured ghost woman, supporting herself on the ground, stood in front of Shen Shuyi and explained, "Please, Master, don't make a move. Everything is in my hands. That Taoist priest is an evil cultivator; he wanted to kill my husband and child. If it weren't for this young lady's help... cough cough."

The ghost woman was seriously injured and coughed up blood.

Wu Chen didn't look at the ghost woman, only at Shen Shuyi, "Is this how the little flower fairy is?"

Shen Shuyi twisted the sachet at her waist with her fingers. "Is it that you can't see it?"

She raised her hand to kill the evil cultivator, but Wuchen grabbed her wrist. "Even if he is an evil cultivator, you shouldn't personally take action and get involved in karma. It will be extremely detrimental to your future cultivation."

Wuchen continued, "This humble monk will contact my sect to have him escorted to a place specifically for dealing with heretical cultivators."

"Whatever." Shen Shuyi snorted lightly, since she had already beaten this evil cultivator half to death anyway.

The ghost woman kowtowed to her, saying, "Thank you for saving me, young lady."

Before Shen Shuyi could utter a sound, she felt dizzy and her body went limp as she fell forward.

Wuchen, still holding her wrist, pulled her into his arms, checked her condition, and left without saying a word.

Shen Shuyi was faking fainting, and even pretended to have fought with an evil cultivator and gone mad.

Soon, Wuchen settled her in a secluded house.

Wuchen put her on the bed and then took her pulse to check her condition.

He overused his demonic power and went mad.

Wuchen chanted the Heart-Cleansing Mantra for her for quite some time before the woman on the bed slowly woke up.

"No, my head hurts." Shen Shuyi opened her eyes and saw Wuchen. She was full of doubt.

"Master, what's wrong with me?"

"You have gone mad with cultivation. If you continue to cultivate, you will probably die within a month due to broken meridians."

Shen Shuyi's lips were pale, her long black hair was draped over her waist, and her eyes were full of sorrow.

"I have already died once. If I hadn't been so preoccupied with revenge, I wouldn't be alive now."

Wuchen looked at her and saw that her face was pale and she was struggling to speak, which made her look extremely pitiful.

Whether she engages in dual cultivation or practices evil arts, it's all for revenge.

Wuchen's heart sank slightly, and for some reason, a sense of loss welled up within him.

Shen Shuyi didn't look at him, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, Wuchen quietly watched her sleeping face without saying a word.

If she refuses to relinquish all her demonic power, she will need pure yang energy to harmonize the rampant yin and evil energy within her body.

It should be done at least every three days until it is completely resolved.
Wuchen hesitated.

The voice in my mind became increasingly seductive.

"You don't want to save her? If you don't want to, then let me out. I'm more than willing to."

"Such an adorable little flower fairy, I would be more than willing."

"Could it be that you're afraid that getting addicted to the taste will corrupt your Buddhist heart?"

His eyes, devoid of dust, sorrow, or joy, shone with a burning light as he looked down at the little flower fairy, who was sleeping soundly with a slight frown.

He subconsciously reached out and gently smoothed the little flower fairy's furrowed brow with his fingers.

Shen Shuyi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips were pursed, as if she were enduring painful torment.

Wuchen looked at her, his inner turmoil deepening.

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(End of this chapter)