“What should I do? What should I do…?”
A whirlwind of thoughts spun wildly in his mind. The cunning fellow, without waiting for the young divine detective to act, shouted first, “Stop!”
The sky filled with sword light retracted into the blade. Beigong Zheng paused mid-attack in confusion, while Shiniang also looked curiously toward Qiao San.
“Beigong Zheng, the flower-picking villain is right here on this mountain. Will you solve the case and save people, or waste time here? It’s your choice!”
“Shua—” Suspicion as sharp as a blade pierced Qiao San’s soul. Beigong Zheng’s fierce glare involuntarily loosened.
Qiao San’s eyes remained clouded, yet a profound brilliance suddenly shone through. For the first time, his clarity reached Beigong Zheng’s heart. With the help of the Ten Yang energy, the frowning youth instinctively believed the rogue’s words.
“Fine! I’ll trust you this once! I’ll arrest you after rescuing the victims!”
“No problem! Then we’ll see who comes out on top!”
Qiao San understood the source of Beigong Zheng’s hatred, but this was not the time for explanations.
In pursuit of a shared goal, black and white unexpectedly formed an unexpected alliance. The wonders of worldly affairs left the “innocent” fox spirit marveling endlessly.
Beigong Zheng and Qiao San walked side by side toward the mountain cliff. Shiniang hesitated briefly before changing her original plan and following. She had no intention of letting Beigong Zheng ruin her perfect strategy.
Delighted that resistance had turned into assistance, joy rose in Qiao San’s heart. But before a friendly smile could grace his face, an unexpected twist left him both amused and frustrated.
Just as Shiniang approached within three feet of Beigong Zheng, the ancient longbow on the young man’s back suddenly emitted strange, low-pitched humming sounds!
Both Shiniang and Beigong Zheng’s expressions changed drastically. Beigong Zheng immediately took a step back, his expression abruptly turning hostile again.
“Demon! Qiao San, so it’s you, you rogue, conspiring with this demon!”
Shouting fiercely, Beigong Zheng shook his pale wrist. The bow slid from his shoulder into his palm. Then, bending his knees and lowering his stance, he gripped the bowstring, which shimmered with magical light.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Beigong Zheng?!” Qiao San blinked hard, as if watching a madman, unable to suppress doubts about the other’s sudden insanity. After all, there was no arrow on the bowstring—how could a bow without an arrow possibly harm anyone?
“Beigong Zheng, you’re freaking insane!” Anger surged inside Qiao San, turning into a string of curses. He had no intention of delaying further and immediately turned to leap toward the mountain wall.
Qiao San treated Beigong Zheng as a fool, a madman, but Shiniang did not.
The fox spirit’s heart stirred. Her graceful shoulder swayed, and the gentle Shiniang instantly transformed into an enchanting beauty. Her tall, graceful figure was bathed in radiant charm. Her alluring bosom “magically appeared,” capturing Beigong Zheng’s complete attention in an instant.
Beneath her delicate eyebrows, Shiniang’s eyes shimmered with seductive waves. The mysterious voice of the Xuanhu technique pierced directly into the young man’s heart. “My lord, I’m innocent! Hmm…”
“Ouch!” Qiao San had just lifted his feet into the air when he unexpectedly became collateral damage despite not being the target of Shiniang’s “attack.” Unprepared for the sudden surge, his lecherous body stiffened everywhere except one place. Dazed, his entire body went limp, and he thudded heavily back to the ground.
“Hehehe…” Shiniang’s beautiful face displayed a mixture of charm and grievance, while inwardly she was extremely pleased. Even someone with the Ten Yang constitution had been bewitched—how much more so for a human teenager in the prime of his youth!
“Shameless demon! Die!”
Unexpectedly, amidst such seductive charm, Beigong Zheng not only didn’t lose himself, but his expression turned to disgust, and his killing intent surged instead of waning. Coldly, he roared, “You won’t leave here alive!”
His fingers released, the bowstring vibrated violently. The sound still echoed in the mountains when an invisible “magic arrow,” imperceptible to the human eye, tore through the void.
——The Demon-Slaying Bow, the Shadowless Arrow!
“What to do? What to do…”
Countless thoughts swirled rapidly in his mind. The cunning fellow, not waiting for the young constable to act, shouted first, “Stop!”
The myriad sword gleams retracted into the blade. Beigong Zheng halted his attack in surprise, and even Twelve Niang curiously looked at Qiao San.
“Beigong Zheng, the flower thief is on this mountain. Whether to solve the case and save people or waste time here is up to you.”
“Whoosh—” Suspicious gazes pierced Qiao San’s window of the soul like sharp swords. Beigong Zheng’s murderous aura, tightly locked on the rogue, involuntarily loosened.
The mist in the rogue’s eyes remained, but a deep brilliance shone brightly. For the first time, clarity reflected in Beigong Zheng’s heart. With the help of the Ten Yang Qi, the frowning youth subconsciously believed the rogue’s words.
“Fine, I’ll trust you once! After saving people, I’ll take you to justice!”
“No problem, then we’ll each rely on our own skills!”
Qiao San knew why Beigong Zheng harbored hatred, but now was not the time to explain.
Under a common goal, black and white formed an unexpected alliance. The strangeness of human affairs made the “simple” fox demon marvel repeatedly.
Beigong Zheng and Qiao San arrived side by side at the foot of the mountain wall. Twelve Niang, after a moment of thought, changed her original plan and followed. She didn’t want Beigong Zheng to ruin her perfect scheme.
Seeing resistance turn into assistance, Qiao San couldn’t help but feel joy. However, before a friendly smile could appear on his face, an unexpected change left him both laughing and crying.
Just as Twelve Niang was three feet away from Beigong Zheng, the ancient longbow on the frowning youth’s back suddenly emitted strange low hums!
Twelve Niang and Beigong Zheng both changed expressions. Beigong Zheng instantly stepped back, abruptly turning hostile again!
“Demon! Bold Three, it was you, the rogue, colluding with demons!”
While scolding fiercely, Beigong Zheng’s pale wrist flicked, and the longbow on his shoulder slid into his hand. The young constable then crouched, arms straining, pulling open the glowing, magical bowstring.
Huh?! Qiao San blinked forcefully, as if looking at a fool. He couldn’t help but suspect Beigong Zheng had suddenly gone mad, as there was no arrow on the bowstring. How could a bow without an arrow harm anyone?!
“Beigong Zheng, you damn lunatic!” Qiao San’s anger turned into a string of curses. He didn’t want to delay any longer and turned to leap towards the mountain wall.
Qiao San regarded Beigong Zheng as a fool, a madman, but Twelve Niang didn’t think so.
The fox demon’s heartstrings stirred, her fragrant shoulders spreading. The originally delicate Twelve Niang’s beauty suddenly increased, the radiance of a peerless beauty enveloping her tall figure. Her mesmerizing breasts “appeared out of thin air,” instantly occupying all of Beigong Zheng’s attention.
Under Twelve Niang’s charming, curved willow brows, her eyes shimmered with waves. The tremolo of the Mystic Fox Secret Art directly pierced the frowning youth’s heart, “Young master, I am wronged! Hmm…”
“Ouch!” Qiao San, who had just left the ground, though not the target of Twelve Niang’s “attack,” was still affected. The unprepared lecher suddenly felt his body go numb. Except for one place, his mind became hazy, his whole body weak, and he fell heavily back to the ground with a thud.
“Hehe…” Twelve Niang’s enchanting jade face showed a trace of resentment, but her heart was very proud. Even the Ten Yang Body was bewitched, let alone a vigorous human youth!
“Shameless demon, die!”
An unexpected turn occurred. Under such alluring and bewitching aura, Beigong Zheng not only remained unaffected but instead showed disgust, his killing intent rising instead of diminishing. He coldly shouted, “You cannot be spared!”
His fingers loosened, the bowstring violently vibrating. The lingering sound still echoed in the mountains, but a “magic arrow” invisible to mortal eyes had already torn through the void.
————The Demon-Slaying Bow, the Shadowless Arrow!
The Mystic Fox Secret Art strangely failed. Twelve Niang’s face paled in shock. The instincts of the demon race made her feel a fatal threat. With a flicker of her demon body, she hurriedly flew towards the still dazed Qiao San.
The shadowless arrow pierced the fox demon—only a decoy remained. Twelve Niang’s combat skills might not be impressive, but she had put considerable effort into her escape techniques.
The Demon-Slaying Bow was not so simple. With a thought from the young constable, the missed “magic arrow” turned back in mid-air, dragging a long trail of light, fiercely pouncing towards the ever-changing fox demon!
Slaying demons and monsters, he showed no mercy! And he especially loathed the seductive and wanton fox demon.
“Ah—”
The shadowless arrow entered and disappeared, a heart-wrenching scream shook the heavens and earth. The fox demon didn’t die; the shadowless arrow pierced the heart of a mortal—the rogue Three!
At the critical moment, Twelve Niang swiftly hid behind Qiao San. When the divine arrow aimed at the mortal’s chest, Beigong Zheng, regarding the rogue as a demon accomplice, didn’t hesitate for a moment. He was not one to be soft-hearted.
Killing sooner or later was still killing! Such a rogue villain could not be spared!
The screams were still echoing when Beigong Zheng once again drew the Demon-Slaying Bow. Even more dazzling light locked onto the panicked little fox demon.
Before Beigong Zheng’s fingers could loosen, Twelve Niang’s figure flickered again.
“Whoosh…” The leisurely mountain breeze suddenly lost its rhythm. The space of the mountain wilderness strangely condensed, as if concentrated on Twelve Niang alone.
Ethereal mist rose gently, and the tall maiden in a water-green long dress stood serenely in the mist, her clothes fluttering, her hair lightly brushing, a holy aura instantly filling the heavens and earth.
It was still the same Twelve Niang, her eyes, ears, lips, and nose exactly the same, but one was in heaven, the other on earth. A beauty that could topple cities and kingdoms, a mysterious rhythm defining beauty!
In Beigong Zheng’s eyes, though the maiden neither spoke nor moved, without any explanation, his fingers began to loosen, his thoughts subtly changing.
Could the Demon-Slaying Bow be wrong?! Could she not be a demon, but a celestial fairy?!
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the bowstring slowly calmed. A trace of apology appeared in Beigong Zheng’s eyes. His lips moved, about to respectfully ask from which celestial mountain the fairy had come.
Just as the light of the divine arrow disappeared, the “fairy” suddenly flew away. With Twelve Niang’s only skill being escape, how could she possibly contend with the Demon-Slaying Bow, a divine weapon left in the mortal world from the great war between gods and demons a decade ago!
“Despicable! Demon, don’t run!” Beigong Zheng’s face turned livid with anger, secretly cursing his own distrust of the divine bow. Gritting his teeth, he directly stepped over the rogue’s lifeless body, flying after the fox demon.
The Shadowless Arrow pierced the fox spirit—but only her illusionary body. Though Shiniang’s combat abilities weren’t impressive, she had invested considerable effort in escape techniques.
The Demon-Slaying Bow was no simple artifact. With a thought, the young divine detective redirected the missed “magic arrow” midair. It twisted violently, leaving a long glowing trail as it ferociously pursued the shape-shifting fox spirit.
Demons must be eradicated without mercy! Especially this seductive, shameless fox demon—he loathed her beyond words.
“Ahh—”
The Shadowless Arrow pierced her body and vanished. A scream shook the heavens. The fox spirit wasn’t dead, but the arrow had struck a human—Qiao San!
In the critical moment, Shiniang spun and hid behind Qiao San. When the divine arrow targeted the rogue’s chest, Beigong Zheng didn’t hesitate—not even slightly. He was no soft-hearted person.
Whether today or tomorrow, he would kill him anyway! This scoundrel deserved no mercy!
The scream still echoed when Beigong Zheng once again drew the Demon-Slaying Bow. A brighter glow locked onto the still-recovering young fox spirit.
Before Beigong Zheng could release the string, Shiniang vanished again.
“Whoosh…” The gentle mountain breeze suddenly lost its rhythm. The space in the wild strangely condensed, as if focused entirely on Shiniang.
“What to do? What to do…”
Countless thoughts swirled rapidly in his mind. The cunning fellow, before the young constable could act, shouted first, “Stop!”
The myriad sword gleams retracted into the blade. Beigong Zheng halted his attack in surprise, and even Shiniang looked curiously at Qiao San.
“Beigong Zheng, the flower thief is on this mountain. Whether to solve the case and save people or waste time here is up to you.”
“Whoosh—” Suspicious gazes pierced Qiao San’s window of the soul like sharp swords. Beigong Zheng’s murderous intent involuntarily loosened.
The mist in Qiao San’s eyes remained, but a deep brilliance shone brightly. For the first time, clarity reflected in Beigong Zheng’s heart. With the help of the Ten Yang Qi, the frowning youth subconsciously believed Qiao San’s words.
“Fine, I’ll trust you this once! After saving people, I’ll take you into custody!”
“No problem, then we’ll each rely on our own skills!”
Qiao San knew why Beigong Zheng harbored hatred, but now was not the time to explain.
Under a common goal, black and white formed an unexpected alliance. The strangeness of human affairs made the “simple” fox demon marvel repeatedly.
Beigong Zheng and Qiao San stood side by side at the foot of the mountain wall. After a moment of thought, Shiniang also changed her original plan and followed. She didn’t want Beigong Zheng to ruin her perfect scheme.
Seeing resistance turn into assistance, Qiao San couldn’t help but feel joy. However, before a friendly smile could appear on his face, an unexpected change left him both laughing and crying.
Just as Shiniang was three feet away from Beigong Zheng, the ancient longbow on the frowning youth’s back suddenly emitted strange low hums!
Both Shiniang and Beigong Zheng’s expressions changed drastically. Beigong Zheng instantly stepped back, abruptly turning hostile again!
“Demon! Bold Three, so it was you, the rogue, colluding with demons!”
While scolding, Beigong Zheng’s fair wrist flicked, and the longbow on his shoulder slid into his palm. The young constable then crouched, arms straining, pulling back the glowing magical bowstring.
Huh?! Qiao San blinked as if looking at a fool. He couldn’t help but suspect Beigong Zheng had suddenly gone mad, as there was no arrow on the bowstring. How could a bow without an arrow harm anyone?!
“Beigong Zheng, you damn lunatic!” Qiao San’s anger turned into a string of curses. He didn’t want to delay any longer and turned to leap towards the mountain wall.
Qiao San thought Beigong Zheng was a fool, a madman, but Shiniang didn’t see it that way.
The fox demon’s heartstrings stirred. With a graceful movement, the previously modest Shiniang’s beauty intensified, her stunning radiance enveloping her tall figure. Her mesmerizing breasts “suddenly appeared,” instantly occupying Beigong Zheng’s entire mind.
Under Shiniang’s charming willow-like brows, her eyes sparkled. The tremolo of the Mystic Fox Secret Technique directly pierced the frowning youth’s heart. “Young master, I am wronged! Hmm…”
“Ouch!” Although Qiao San, who had just left the ground, wasn’t the target of Shiniang’s “attack,” he was still affected. The unprepared lecher’s body suddenly went numb. Except for one place, his mind was in a daze, his entire body went limp, and he fell heavily back to the ground.
“Hehe…” Shiniang’s enchanting face showed a trace of resentment, but her heart was full of pride. Even the Ten Yang Body was bewitched, let alone a hot-blooded human youth!
“Shameless demon, die!”
An unexpected turn occurred. Surrounded by such seductive charm, Beigong Zheng not only remained unaffected but instead showed disgust, his murderous intent rising. He coldly shouted, “You must not be spared!”
His fingers loosened, the bowstring violently twitched, its lingering sound still echoing in the mountains. A “magic arrow” invisible to mortal eyes had already torn through the void.
———— The Demon-Slaying Bow, the Shadowless Arrow!
The Mystic Fox Secret Technique strangely failed. Shiniang’s face paled. Her demonic instincts made her feel a fatal threat. With a sway of her demonic body, she hurriedly flew towards the still dazed Qiao San.
The shadowless arrow pierced the fox demon’s — fake body. Although Shiniang’s combat skills were lacking, she had put considerable effort into her escape techniques.
The Demon-Slaying Bow was not so simple. With a thought from the young constable, the missed “magic arrow” turned back in mid-air, dragging a long trail of light, fiercely pouncing on the ever-changing fox demon!
Slaying demons, no mercy! And he especially loathed the seductive, wanton fox demon.
“Ah—”
The shadowless arrow entered and disappeared, a piercing scream shook the heavens. The fox demon didn’t die; the shadowless arrow pierced the heart of a mortal — the rogue, Qiao San!
At the critical moment, Shiniang swiftly hid behind Qiao San. When the divine arrow aimed at the mortal’s chest, Beigong Zheng, who regarded the rogue as a demon’s accomplice, didn’t hesitate. He was not one to show mercy.
Kill early or late, it’s all the same! Such a rogue thief must not be spared!
The scream still echoed, but Beigong Zheng had already drawn the Demon-Slaying Bow again. An even more dazzling light locked onto the panicked little fox demon.
Before Beigong Zheng could loosen his fingers, Shiniang’s figure swayed once more.
“Whoosh…” The leisurely mountain breeze suddenly lost its rhythm. The mountain space strangely condensed, as if concentrated on Shiniang alone.
Ethereal mist rose gently. The tall maiden in a water-green long dress stood gracefully in the mist, her sleeves fluttering, her hair lightly brushing, a holy aura instantly filling the heavens and earth.
It was still the same Shiniang, her eyes, ears, lips, and nose all the same, yet one was in heaven, the other on earth. A beauty that could topple cities, a mysterious rhythm defining beauty!
In Beigong Zheng’s eyes, although the maiden neither spoke nor moved, offering no explanation, his fingers began to loosen, his thoughts subtly changing.
Could the Demon-Slaying Bow be wrong?! Could she not be a demon, but a celestial maiden from the heavens?!
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the bowstring slowly calmed. A trace of apology appeared in Beigong Zheng’s eyes. His lips moved, about to respectfully ask from which celestial mountain the fairy had come.
Just as the divine arrow’s light disappeared, the “fairy” suddenly flew away. With Shiniang’s limited escape skills, how could she contend with the Demon-Slaying Bow, a divine weapon left in the mortal world from the great god-demon war a decade ago!
“Despicable! Demon, don’t run!” Beigong Zheng’s face turned livid with anger, secretly cursing his lack of trust in the divine bow. Gritting his teeth, he stepped over the lifeless body of the rogue, Qiao San, and flew after the fox demon.
It was still the same Shiniang, with the same eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, yet now she seemed to be in heaven while previously she had been on earth. Her beauty captivated the world, embodying a mysterious rhythm that redefined beauty itself!
In Beigong Zheng’s eyes, though the girl remained silent and motionless, offering no explanation, his fingers began to loosen, and his intent gradually shifted.
Could the Demon-Slaying Bow be wrong?! Was she not a demon, but a celestial maiden from heaven?!
Within moments, the bowstring slowly relaxed. A trace of apology appeared in Beigong Zheng’s gaze. His lips moved, and he was about to respectfully ask the fairy maiden from which sacred mountain she hailed.
Just as the divine arrow’s glow vanished, the “fairy” suddenly flew away. With only escape techniques in her repertoire, how could Shiniang possibly compete against the Demon-Slaying Bow? This divine weapon had been left in the human world after the great god-demon war ten years ago!
“Despicable! Demon, don’t run!” Beigong Zheng’s face turned dark with rage. He bitterly regretted doubting the divine bow. Clenching his teeth furiously, he leaped over Qiao San’s lifeless body and pursued the fox demon.
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