Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 243: Chapter 159: Mysterious Child (Third Update)

“Let the new batch in.”

Selecting a few promising candidates, Han Jinghuan did not give up his own recruitment despite Yu Wenjing’s promise, knowing very well that these Righteous Disciples may need to stay for an indeterminate amount of time. If the issue wasn’t resolved by then, he would still need to rely on the people he had recruited himself.

Shortly after, a new batch of able individuals entered the courtyard. @@novelbin@@

Among them, Su Jie, Xiao Fengyuan, and Ning Xinyue were discreetly mixed in.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Su Jie’s peripheral vision caught sight of two familiar figures.

One was a woman with an ethereal presence and stunning beauty, Qingyin Fairy Mo Shiyao.

The other was Su Jie’s target for this mission, Qi Shijian, who stood behind a man dressed in the attire of the Purple Mist Sect, chatting and laughing with others, showing no hint of the murderous intent of a Demon Cultivator.

A sharp light burst from Xiao Fengyuan’s eyes, and his blood surged.

“Stay calm,” Su Jie advised, putting a hand on Xiao Fengyuan and shaking his head slightly.

Now was not the time to make a move. There were too many Righteous Disciples. These weren’t merely Outer Disciples, nor were they common inner disciples. To recruit Han Ruyan, the possessor of the Heavenly Spinning Jade Light Body, each Great Sect had sent their elite disciples, aiming to showcase the teaching standard of their respective sects.

Therefore, each Righteous Disciple present in the Han Mansion had robust vitality like dragons, towering spirit pressure, and a remarkable aura.

Among them, a few exerted on Su Jie a pressure no less than Du Shaochang, perhaps even surpassing him.

“Gentlemen, please take turns to demonstrate your abilities. Once successfully recruited, regardless of success or failure, you will receive three hundred taels of silver. Moreover, should you help resolve the dire calamity of the Han Family, ten thousand taels of silver will be presented with both hands.”

Han Jinghuan lightly waved his folding fan, his gaze sweeping over.

“Having long heard of the Han Family’s great name, I am Ji Yingxuan, known in Jianghu as the Vast Divine Palm,” declared a confident man in a green shirt, stepping forward boldly. With a flick of his head, he leapt over ten meters into the air and thundered, “Divine Power Sky Palm!”

Boom!

A loud explosion echoed from the void, shattering several cobblestones in the courtyard, and a small tree, as thick as a calf’s leg, was snapped in two.

The man in green exhaled deeply, clapped his hands repeatedly, and palm prints fell in succession, kicking up dust in the courtyard and leaving shallow pits in the ground.

“Good, not bad,” complimented Han Jinghuan with a satisfied nod and signaled discreetly. Immediately, a servant approached with a tray, containing ingots of silver.

One by one, talented individuals took the stage, some being recruited, and others failing to catch Han Jinghuan’s eye.

“My name is Zhu Ya, and I specialize in the Ice Control Technique.”

When it was Ning Xinyue’s turn, the girl gracefully lifted her skirt, and wisps of frost spread from her feet, the ground and the trees in the courtyard crystallized into ice, transforming the space into a world of frost and snow.

“Oh, that’s quite interesting,” remarked Yu Wenjing with keen eyes. He snapped a piece of solid ice with his hand, quite proud of himself, “If I’m not mistaken, you practice the Ten Thousand Cold Skill. It’s quite remarkable for a Loose Cultivator to master such a technique. Although the Ten Thousand Cold Skill is just a Low-level Technique and widely circulated, it still speaks to your abilities.”

Ning Xinyue lifted her head and smiled slightly, “That’s right, oh, I naturally cannot compare to your Righteous Disciples. However, with this skill, I’ve been quite successful among the Loose Cultivators.”

Clearly, Ning Xinyue did not use her Xuanyin Body; otherwise, the severe cold would have made it impossible for Yu Wenjing to touch it with his bare hands without circulating his Spiritual Power.

“Very well, Heroine Zhu, I hope you can help us resolve the disaster in the mansion soon,” laughed Han Jinghuan heartily, feeling that Ning Xinyue’s participation made his recruitment worthwhile.

“My name is Storm Gun, Xia Xiusi.”

Xiao Fengyuan also took the stage, his spear thrusting like a fierce storm, performing a set of spear technique as a member of the martial arts community.

Smoothly, Xiao Fengyuan’s performance too received acknowledgment.

“Shadowless Sword, Xu Changqing.”

At last, Su Jie stepped forward and performed a set of sword techniques, a complementary sword maneuver of the Green Rainbow Sword Technique.

In the past, Su Jie always used the Flying Sword, controlling the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword to kill enemies from a distance, never having the opportunity to fight up close with sword moves.

However, the proficiency, physical strength, and sharpness of his eyes were apparent; Su Jie performed vigorously, filling the air with layers upon layers of sword shadows, easily gaining recognition.

“This pure martial artist must be at most at the Third Level of Yunling Realm in cultivation,”

Xiao Guanglian looked on with disdain; such martial artists only practiced the basics of punches and kicks.

In their Immortal Sect, even a disciple at the Second Level of the Yunling Realm could not be defeated.

“So-called people from the martial arts, with nicknames that sound grand and imposing,”

Mo Shiyao pursed her lips with a light laugh, appearing somewhat indifferent. These able people weren’t worth her special attention.

“Just some trivial tricks, not worth mentioning at all,”

Qi Shijian echoed repeatedly, adding his comments, his gaze often drifting towards Mo Shiyao, his eyes warm, but Mo Shiyao hardly gave him a direct look.

Han Ruyan listened to the words of these Righteous Disciples, her lustrous eyes glancing over, showing a hint of disappointment as well.

After Han Jinghuan finished gathering all the necessary hands, he ordered his servants to make arrangements and treated them to good food and drinks.

………

As night fell, Su Jie and the others were arranged to stay in the guest rooms.

Under the moonlight, the three met on the rooftop to discuss their next plans.

“Brother Su, Brother Xiao, what shall we do?”

Ning Xinyue was sitting on the ridge, swinging her delicate little legs lazily, asked.

“I have figured out the direction Qi Shijian lives, but it’s also where that group of Righteous Disciples reside. Acting directly would surely attract a siege.”

Xiao Fengyuan drew up a map of Han Mansion and marked the location where Qi Shijian lived.

“It’s not wise to act openly, we…”

As Su Jie was speaking, he suddenly turned his head, his gaze shifted towards a dark, lightless corner.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

An object, round and plump like a ball, rolled over.

Accompanied by the sound of bells and running, a faint smell of blood wafted through the air; the ball was clearly a human head.

From the darkness, a pair of pale arms reached out and suddenly embraced the head on the ground.

Immediately after, a child in a red bellyband, with his head tilted, looked up at Su Jie and the other two on the rooftop.

This child’s skin was utterly bloodless, revealing a morbid pallor, a bell tied around his ankle, and his eyes void of sclera and pupils, deep black in the night, which was extremely terrifying.

“Brother, come play with me!”

The child let out giggly laughter; the eyes of the head he held snapped open, and it stared straight into Su Jie’s eyes.

Crack!

A faint line of blood appeared on Su Jie’s neck, and blood began to flow.

“Don’t look into the eyes of the head.”

No sooner had Su Jie spoken than the wound on his neck closed up.

Su Jie stepped forward in an instant, appearing before the child holding the head, looking down at him with a cold smirk, “Little ghost, Brother will play with you, but you must not run away, okay?”