Función clerical

Capítulo 79

The scene became extremely noisy.

Suddenly, the Gandharva King on the city wall began to play music.

The melodious and stirring music resounded, making people feel excited and their blood boil. Those who realized what was happening quickly covered their ears but were still affected. Those with poor self-control bled from all seven orifices and collapsed.

Even Su Chenche frowned slightly. Asura King used his claws as hooks to launch a sneak attack on Su Chenche. Just as Su Chenche made his move, Asura King tore off his blindfold and glanced at Su Chenche.

Beneath the blindfold was a strangely colored eye that seemed to possess a bewitching power. Su Chenche was captivated by that eye as they met, and his movements slowed for a moment. Meanwhile, the Asura King had already slipped off his outer robe and rushed towards the city gate, entering the city in an instant.

Still shaken, the Asura King pressed his still-bleeding neck wound, gasping for breath, his expression gloomy: "It was truly... a close call."

King Gandharva said in a tone that could be considered consoling, "It's good enough that you've survived... I've already repaid your kindness in saving my life."

Looking at the petty woman before him, King Asura couldn't help but complain, "I know..." and then added, "That woman..."

The Gandharva King touched Shen Zhili with the tip of his embroidered shoe: "So you weren't killed, are you still alive?"

Shen Zhili raised her face, pale from blood loss, and said weakly, "Alive..."

King Gandharva seemed very interested and lowered his chest: "Are you sad that Prince Twelve Nights doesn't acknowledge you?"

Shen Zhili's voice grew even lower: "I'm so sad..." She struggled to grab the fabric at the chest of the Gandharva King, "But if you don't stop the bleeding, I'm going to die!"

Her breasts...

The Gandharva King screamed and slapped Shen Zhili on the head, causing Shen Zhili to quickly and decisively faint.

King Gandharva's face darkened: "Should we still kill her?"

It was clear that Prince Twelve Nights didn't care about this woman at all, and the woman visibly became depressed after hearing his words. It was clear who had wronged whom, and King Gandharva hated unfaithful men more than anything. Out of pity for her, he originally didn't want to kill her...

But... she actually dared to touch her chest!

"Let's... forget it," said King Asura.

He couldn't bear to part with those paintings... What would he look at after she died...?

As the Asura King allowed the demonic sect disciples to apply medicine to stop the bleeding, he subconsciously touched his chest. Eh!?

At the same moment, Su Chenche bent down and picked up a stack of papers from the pile of fallen clothes.

Chapter 63

pain……

My whole body aches...

Shen Zhili let out a low groan, her fingers clenched tightly, and with a sudden burst of strength, she opened her eyes wide.

Wen Ya's gentle eyes met his gaze, and without thinking, Shen Zhili threw a punch.

The other person covered their nose and groaned in pain.

Shen Zhili stared blankly at the somewhat familiar face.

Uh, something seems off.

Several hurried footsteps approached, and two disciples of the Demonic Sect helped the person in front of them up, exclaiming in surprise:

"Guardian Yu, what's wrong...?"

"My lord, I will go and fetch someone right away..."

Shen Zhili got off the bed, walked to Yu Lian, and extended her hand.

Before he could even touch Yu Lian, his wrist was grabbed. The demonic sect disciple looked at Shen Zhili warily and angrily rebuked, "You still want to do something to Protector Yu...?"

Shen Zhili silenced him with a silver needle, then touched Yu Lian's nose with her fingertip and straightened it with a forceful twist.

After doing all this, she lowered her head slightly apologetically: "I...didn't see clearly just now."

Yu Lian pressed his nose, his gentle eyes showing no sign of anger.

"It's okay... I don't mind."

Shen Zhili looked around: "Have we returned to the main altar?"

Yu Lian shook his head: "We are now in Radiant Moon City, one of the two major border cities of the Divine Sect. This is the courtyard where I live... King Asura sent me to heal you."

Shen Zhili was taken aback: "We're still in that city... those martial arts figures..."

Yu Lian nodded: "They're still here."

My head started to hurt for no reason.

Shen Zhili sat back on the couch, closed her eyes, and recalled...

Beneath the city walls, a young man in white...

—Is she the one I love? How come I didn't know?

—Then I'll have no choice but to kill you first...and then wipe out the entire Demonic Sect to avenge Master Shen!

In reality, it was nothing more than the worst possible outcome she had guessed... Su Chenche had forgotten his feelings for her.

What truly saddened her was that even though he knew she was in the tower, Su Chenche didn't even glance at her that day. His amber eyes remained calm and undisturbed throughout, as if he didn't care about anything... He didn't care, he didn't care at all.

Shen Zhili smiled bitterly; it really was the antidote she had personally concocted…

Forgetting her... that should actually be a good thing...

Anyway, she won't live much longer...

It's better to forget about it...

My fingernails are gradually digging into my palm, but... I still feel so uncomfortable...

Why do I still remember, but you have already forgotten?

At this moment, Shen Zhili felt a slight pang of regret... If only she had listened to Hua Jiuye's words and forgotten Su Chenche...

But such thoughts were quickly banished from his mind...

She would rather be saddened and heartbroken by remembering than stand in front of Su Chenche knowing nothing.

...If even she has forgotten, then who will remember...? It's as if nothing ever happened.

There has to be someone who remembers what happened and the brief period of love they shared.

That way she can die in peace... at least before she died, she loved, and had no regrets.

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After staying for quite some time, Shen Zhili learned for the first time that this small border town was called Huiyue City.

Corresponding to it is another city of the Demonic Cult, Rising Sun City.

The two cities, nestled together around the headquarters of the Demonic Cult, form the first line of defense against external enemies.

Yu Lian told Shen Zhili that Ye Qianqian already knew she was in the hands of the Asura King, but Ye Qianqian and the other two Dharma Kings were unable to come because they stayed behind in Rising Sun City.

After hesitating for a long time, Shen Zhili finally asked, "How is the battle going?"

Yu Lian gently shook his head, a hint of melancholy in his voice: "Not very optimistic. Of course, you might be happy to hear me say this... Since the sect split more than twenty years ago, with nearly half of the Eight Heavenly Kings killed or wounded, and four of them completely wiped out, the Demonic Sect hasn't waged a major war for many years. It would be good if we could unite against a common enemy, because the choice of sect leader is still undecided, and the internal strife within the sect is also..."

Shen Zhili asked subconsciously, "More than twenty years ago?"

Yu Lian nodded and smiled, "I'm afraid the girl won't have been born yet at that time, and this involves a secret within the sect... I'm afraid it's inconvenient..."

Shen Zhili nodded in understanding, then paused, unable to resist asking again, "Then..."

Yu Lian chuckled: "You want to ask about Young Master Twelve Nights, don't you?"

Shen Zhili remained silent.

Yu Lian said, "When the Qishan Sect Leader arrived outside Huiyue City, the righteous forces in Xuri City were short-handed. It seems that Young Master Twelve Nights went to Xuri City yesterday."

Shen Zhili didn't know whether to feel regret or relief.

But then he thought of Ye Qianqian also being in Xuri City, and he felt a strange mix of emotions.

Perhaps because of Yu Lian, or perhaps because Shen Zhili truly had no ability to escape, she was no longer confined in Huiyue City. However, she was always watched by disciples of the Demonic Sect when she went out, to prevent her from escaping.

The confrontation between the demonic sect and the righteous sect is no different from a war, and Shen Zhili always sees wounded people being sent in.

Yu Lian went back and forth to see patients and prescribe medicine, but he was ultimately alone.

Shen Zhili wanted to lend a hand, but when she thought of the Demonic Sect's insidious hidden weapons and underhanded tricks, and then considered her own identity, she ultimately gave up.

As night fell, Shen Zhili met the Asura King, who was clearly injured and looked pale and unwell.

Shen Zhili tried hard to suppress her saintly mentality...

Because doctors do so much, they want to take a patient's pulse and prescribe medicine as soon as they see them...

Asura King silently took out a stack of white paper and placed it in front of Shen Zhili. Shen Zhili twitched her lips: "In this situation, you still want me to..." draw for you!

With a gloomy face, King Asura said unhappily, "The previous ones are lost."

Shen Zhili bluntly stated, "I can't draw it."

Although she tried to ignore it, ... what she drew now would probably be terrifying.

The Asura King turned his head menacingly and stared at her: "What use are you if I don't paint for you?"

Shen Zhili stated expressionlessly, "...You're not raising me, you're kidnapping me! Moreover, making a captive work is an inhumane thing..."

Asura King: "I'm in a bad mood."

Shen Zhili: "And then?"

Asura King: "Want to kill someone?"

Shen Zhili: "..."

Asura King, his exposed eye gleaming with the ferocity of a wolf: "Young Master Twelve Nights has no feelings for you, you are no longer of any use to him." He brandished a gleaming broadsword from behind him, "Draw or die, the choice is yours."

Shen Zhili looked at the large sword that was constantly flashing with cold light, swallowed hard, and said, "...You won!"

After ordering several servings of pastries and a few jugs of fine wine, Asura King held his large sword to Shen Zhili's side while eating pastries and watching her paint.

Shen Zhili sniffed twice resentfully and buried herself in her drawing.

Asura King grinned, a sinister smile spreading across his face: "If you make me happy with your drawing, I'll reward you with food..."

As he spoke, he took a few drawings that Shen Zhili had just finished and began to look at them with great interest, occasionally taking a sip of wine to aid digestion.

"Hahahaha..."