Chapter 392: Chapter 392

392: Chapter 379: Demon Tamer 392: Chapter 379: Demon Tamer Su Jing seemed oblivious to the peculiar looks from those around her, as she slowly examined the handkerchief over and over.

The soft handkerchief was embroidered with several Purple Butterflies, sketched with just a few strokes yet vividly capturing the essence of life.

Her dark eyes reflected the Shu Embroidery patterns.

Her long gaze narrowed slightly, and when she looked up, she had deftly tucked the handkerchief safely into her sleeve.

It was as if the handkerchief had always belonged to her.

“This handkerchief is nice, the embroidery work is beautiful,” she remarked offhandedly, barely managing to conceal her nonchalance.

The people around her: “…”

A flicker of surprise flashed through Ning Feiyan’s eyes, but she managed a graceful, light laugh, “It’s my honor that Miss Jing likes it.”

Su Jing, not returning the courtesy, even seemed a bit presumptuous.

With a slight raise of her dark, elegant eyebrows, she asked, “Does Elder Lin have many handkerchiefs?”

Ning Feiyan smiled gently, “My surname is Ning, styled Feiyan.”

The members of the Wandao Immortal Alliance all broke into a sweat.

The feelings Miss Jing, standing there so long, even got their Elder’s surname wrong and still dared to take their handkerchief without any shame?

By the way she was asking, did she mean that one handkerchief wasn’t enough and she wanted more?

After correcting herself, Su Jing asked, “Does Elder Ning have many handkerchiefs?”

Ning Feiyan blinked at her, “Neither many nor few, exactly three, which might disappoint Miss Jing.”

Su Jing nonchalantly responded, “That indeed is disappointing, I quite liked Elder Ning’s handkerchief.”

The people from the Wandao Immortal Alliance: “…”

No, looking at her expression, she didn’t seem disappointed at all, not even showing much liking for the handkerchief she had just casually crumpled and stuffed into her sleeve.

But what was the mentality behind her taking that young man’s handkerchief?

If the lady from Shifang City were to be impolite and maliciously troubling.

And if Miss Li from the Li Family was keeling over in jealousy, staking her claim.

Then what was the purpose of this Young Master of the Taixuan Sect, unreasonably snatching that handkerchief with no apparent reason?

Baili An suddenly felt two prying gazes towards him, one from the left and one from the right, from Li Jiujiu and Fang Geyu.

They nearly pierced through his neck!

Why did Su Jing snatch his handkerchief?

He was a despised corpse demon, and Su Jing was well aware of this; not killing him with a sword was already a favor, so how could she develop any other feelings towards him?

It couldn’t possibly be out of jealousy, could it?

Strange, why did he use ‘also’?

Li Jiujiu belonged to him, so her jealousy was understandable, but what right did he have to assume Fang Geyu’s handkerchief-snatching was also motivated by jealousy?

Baili An involuntarily blushed, casting a glance at Fang Geyu.

His gaze met with the Miss’s unfriendly stare fixated on his face; no words were exchanged between them, yet a thread of subtle intimacy wove through the air invisibly, intertwining.

Without uttering a word, Fang Geyu seemed to discern something from his look; her previously fierce gaze softened instantly.

She snorted and turned her head towards the deep night of the Abyss, her heartbeat slightly quickening.

Then, with the guilt of a thief, she sniffed her red little nose, pretending it was just a discomfort.

Just as Ning Feiyan conveniently pulled out a clean handkerchief, she begrudgingly used it.

Baili An suddenly found her proud yet delicate demeanor endearing, as her cheeks puffed up angrily like a bun.

He subconsciously rubbed his fingertips and suddenly really wanted to pinch her red little nose.

“The handkerchiefs have been distributed, do you have anything else?” Miss Jing, who had collected the handkerchief, began to give the impression that she wanted to be left alone.

Ning Feiyan curiously watched her.

Though Su Jing was typically cold, she would not neglect basic manners and etiquette; even if she got her name wrong, she would still address her coldly as ‘senior.’

Presently, there seemed to be no significant difference between now and earlier, yet she referred to her directly as ‘you.’

The subtle emotions hidden within made it difficult to predict.

Ning Feiyan naturally did not think Su Jing shared her inclination of taking a fancy to handsome young men.

This girl had been cold for hundreds of years, and matters like jealousy seemed unrelated to her; thinking this way, she really had some skill to discern the true meaning behind her offering the handkerchief.

“Miss Jing, I did not come merely to deliver handkerchiefs.”

As Ning Feiyan’s thoughts swirled, she maintained a soft and appealing smile on her face: “The Bronze Gate to the three realms of Ghost Mountain has been opened, the Second Realm is being devoured, a tragic and sorrowful event.

In this expedition into Ghost Mountain, there are many Daoists who could not evacuate in time and were swallowed by the Bronze Gate.

Now, the barrier of the First Realm is also about to break, the chaos caused by the Bronze Gate is not settling, and the mountain-sealing Feather Order will not easily be lifted.

Consequently, the safety of our group is hanging by a thread.”

She lightly caressed a strand of her hair by her temples and continued, “In the eyes of the Immortals, our mortal lives are as insignificant as a grain in the vast ocean, easily overlooked.

These high and aloof expelled immortals will not care about our survival, so we must take our lives into our own hands.”

Fang Geyu curiously asked, “The Bronze Gate has been opened, and all the dead spirits and demons within Ghost Mountain are doomed.

Elder Ning, how do you manage to remain safe in such a desperate situation?”

Ning Feiyan bashfully smiled, “Since the opening of the Bronze Gate can devour the entire Ghost Mountain into the world beyond the gate, it is important to know that there is a Great Demon which, though commonly seen within Ghost Mountain, roots across all three realms of Ghost Mountain, and is the only creature capable of survivning under the Bronze Gate.

As long as one can hide within the Tree Demon’s vines, one can avoid the fate of being devoured by the Bronze Gate.”

The idea of relying on the ferocious Tree Demon made Su Jing frown, unconvinced: “Tree Demons are ruthless, how could they allow humans to nest in their branches and protect them?”

Hearing this question, the people behind Ning Feiyan couldn’t help but puff up their chests, looking smug.

Ning Feiyan’s expression was not self-satisfied, however, she smiled, “The Wandao Immortal Alliance broadly accepts Loose Cultivators and unusual talents.

Coincidentally, in this team I lead, there is a highly skilled Demon Tamer.”

A young man in a Sect Robe stepped forward, respectfully greeting Su Jing and Miss Fang: “Demon Tamer, Yu Cheng, at your service, Miss Jing, Miss Fang.”

This young man appeared humble in posture, and the aura of his Realm that emanated from him was not particularly strong, suggesting that on usual days in the Sect, his status was not prominent, his eyes conveying a hint of subservience.

Yet now, there was a subtle pride in his eyes.

He had a right to be proud; now in the whole of the First Realm, whether it was the Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld or Miss Jing of the Taixuan Sect, they had to rely on his skills to survive.

Even those fellow disciples and senior brothers and sisters in his Sect, who usually looked down on him, had been flattering him all the way as they fled back.

He firmly held the lifelines of these talents in his hands.