Chapter 371 - An Ill-Fated Gold Cultivator (1)
Time seemed to have come to a standstill.
Junze and the youth were completely dumbstruck by the scene before them, disbelief written all over their faces.
That frail-looking Ji Fengyan had actually pinned that scarlet monkey to the ground in just one move?!
How could that be!
Roar!! Just as everyone was still in a stupefied state, the scarlet monkey suddenly went berserk and broke free. It raised its bloody claws and reached for Ji Fengyan’s slender neck!
Ji Fengyan nimbly stepped to the left and easily evaded the scarlet monkey’s attack. That lovely pair of delicate hands effortlessly locked onto the demon’s head.
Both hands twisted slightly…
Crack…
The scarlet monkey’s massive head was ripped off. Fresh blood flowed from its broken neck and pooled all over the ground.
Ji Fengyan raised her brows at the scarlet monkey’s carcass and then glanced at the huge and repulsive head in her hands. With a smile, she carelessly threw it aside.
“This head is rather heavy.”
Seeing Ji Fengyan’s actions, Junze quietly swallowed.
That savage, bloodthirsty demon had ended up as weak as a baby monkey in front of Ji Fengyan. It did not display even an ounce of the demon clan’s formidable air.
If…
If the scarlet monkey had known a young human girl would kill it so easily… it would have been so embarrassed that it would never rest in peace.
With the scarlet monkey finished off, the youth—supported by Junze—went limp like a deflated balloon and fainted.
Ji Fengyan eyed that unconscious youth. She had intended to leave that monkey head for him to vent his anger, but now decided otherwise.
“He had a right scare,” Ji Fengyan commented.
Junze quietly nodded.
Toying with that scarlet monkey’s head like a ball, wasn’t that frightful enough?
Ji Fengyan looked at the wooden wheelchair on the ground and had Junze carry the youth onto it while she went to fetch Bai Ze. They then left the scene of the crime together.
The entire duration of that bloodbath was not long but completely unforgettable. It was difficult pushing the wooden wheelchair over the shrubbery and Ji Fengyan and company had to slow down their traveling speed. As a result, they failed to reach the main mountain road by nightfall and had to take a rest break by a small stream.
They started a bonfire, while the skinny, weak youth remained unconscious. Junze’s gaze landed upon that sword in Ji Fengyan’s hands.
That sword…
He had never seen it on Ji Fengyan before, but had suddenly appeared in her hands just now.
The way it just materialized was bizarre.
“How is that kid doing?” Ji Fengyan cleaned her sword before setting it to the side. She looked at the unconscious youth sitting in the wooden wheelchair.
Junze regained his senses and replied in a cavalier manner, “I had just fed him some medicine. But as his body is very weak, he may need some more time before waking up.”
Just as Junze finished speaking, the youth suddenly opened his eyes. He stared in fright at Junze’s face before letting out a shrieking cry.
“Demon!!!”
Junze was stunned.
Ji Fengyan tipped her chin at Junze, prompting him to take a look at the nearby stream.
Junze turned and saw his own watery reflection.
A face smeared in mud and dust was reflected under the dim moonlight, looking as hideous as a demon.
“You should wash your face.” Ji Fengyan’s amused voice sounded in Junze’s ears.
Junze nearly cried out in exasperation. She should have told him earlier!