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[13 - Qiong Ding isn't a festival, demons, go away!]

"Shizun..!" a not-so-loud voice interrupts Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge's tea time.

Nodding, Shen Qingqiu shuts his fan open, "Ming Fan, why the hurry?"


Ming Fan, Qing Jing's head disciple. The most well-known polite and responsible disciple of Qing Jing. His looks may not be Heavenly, but his value? Shen Qingqiu would proudly bid a thousand spirit stones on the boy for any competition.

Not only that he is favorable and has a leader's firm tone of voice, but his cultivation and four arts skills and knowledge are the top among the Jing Qing disciples.


"Greetings Shizun, Liu-shishu, Ming Fan reporting, there is a demon invasion happening in Qiong Ding. The sect master is currently away for sect matters and the Rainbow Bridge had been destroyed by the demons." Ming Fan professionally reports, "There is no death in our side, only a few injured disciples, but that had already been taken care of."


Shen Qingqiu nods, proud of the boy's mannerism and leadership, truly a Qing Jing disciple. Unlike a certain brat who only knows how to collect hundreds of bed warmers.


"Call your shixiong, bring as many demon trapping talismans as you can, and fly to Qiong Ding in secrecy," Shen Qingqiu stands from his seat, leaving his bamboo hut with the utmost elegance, "When the signal comes, proceed to trap the demons."

"Yes, Shizun!" Ming Fan bows before flying to the sky.

Unsheathing his sword, Liu Qingge looks at Shen Qingqiu judgingly, "Dirty tricks."

Shen Qingqiu snickers, tired of the man's critics, "If Liu-shidi wants to fight demons then go ahead, but this shixiong is not risking more casualties on our side."


And with that, he flies to the vast sky, leaving his shidi behind a few li away.




"What a sight," Shen Qingqiu lands with his utmost grace, "This is Qiong Ding, not a Zhong Qiu Jie Festival."


If Shen Qingqiu had always been cold, then this time, he is beyond frost. Adding his aloof image, it's as if small ice frosts are falling on him as the soft wind blows his inky hair.


The disciples let out a dreamy exhale, 'Shizun, do you need another rabbit? Let this disciple be one...'


It has been well known that the aloof Qing Jing peak lord has and is warm to his dear white rabbits, and only to his white rabbits. If Shen Qingqiu is beyond ruthless to his disciples, then the same person is beyond affectionate to the white rabbits.


'How lucky,' the youngsters thought, 'This disciple would be more than willing to be turned into a rabbit. Shizun would pat me by then!'

Not knowing of his disciples' dreamy thoughts, Shen Qingqiu snaps his fan open, "Demon, leave before you regret."


The demons laugh at him. After all, what can a scholar do to demons? Especially when it is only one against many.


"This must be the esteemed peak lord of Qing Jing, Shen Qingqiu," a demoness walks her way to the center, "Greetings, this one is Sha Hualing."

"Mn," Shen Qingqiu nods as small blue particles float around his twirling fingers, "So you have chosen death."




Sharp, blue, icy bamboo leaves fly to the demons as it cuts them from ear to ear, causing so much pain that they could do nothing but kneel or screech like a madman.

Suddenly, a transparent blue barrier surrounds the large pack of demons, trapping them inside like fish in a net.


"Retreat!" Sha Hualing burns in fury and shame.


Hearing the word from their leader, the demons launch themselves against the barrier. Some managed to break a small opening and escaped, including Sha Hualing, while most are unfortunate.


"Shizun!" Ning Yingying calls from the crowd as she draws a seal on a talisman using her qi as ink.


Shen Qingqiu nods and an instant, the broken barrier is covered by a lower level barrier by the Qing Jing disciples present.

Shen Qingqiu smiles behind his fan, proud of his disciples' quick response. Any normal disciple [literraly every other disciple beside Qing Jing's and a certain half-demon brat] would take out their swords and chase the fleeing demons. But as the Qing Jing peak's disciples, the peak of tactics and four arts, his disciples are taught to be bright, especially in unexpected situations such as this.


"Shizun," Ming Fan, followed by other QingQing Jing disciples, jogs to Shen Qingqiu, "Ming Fan reporting, around thirty lower ranking demons, eighty higher ranking demons, and their leader managed to escape back to the demon realm. And about two hundred demons are captured inside the barrier."

"Mn," Shen Qingqiu nods and averts his eyes to the sky, "Liu-shidi doesn't mind taking care of them, does he?"


Liu Qingge, who had finally managed to follow the older man's fast pace, steps down from Cheng Luan and nods in response.


'Still not much of a talker, mn?' Shen Qingqiu averts his gaze to Ming Fan, "Ming Fan, inform the disciples to not say a word concerning this master and Liu-shishu's previous fight, anyone who dares to speak a word will be heavily punished, even if they are female disciples."


Who doesn't know that Shen Qingqiu has always doted on his female disciples even if they are naughty to the core? Only a blind and oblivious child would. But now that the same man had said that no exception occurs to the case, no one dares to defy him. If even the females would be punished, then the male would be heavily punished if dare to oppose!


"Yes, Shizun." Ming Fan composes his image before bowing and jogs to his martial brothers and sisters.

Shen Qingqiu was about to unsheathe Xiu Ya when Liu Qingge stops him, "Why not."

Adapted to the man's lack of words, Shen Qingqiu could only complain, "Liu-shidi must work on his communication skills, this master hardly understands what Liu-shidi is referring to."

"Our fight, secret."


Shen Qingqiu massages his temple. Even Ming wasn't so bad at communicating when he was learning through music!


"Rumors are troublesome," Shen Qingqiu shoots Liu Qingge a meaningful look, "They tend to be overly exaggerated and misleading."


"Lecher," the dull boy looks at the disciple in blue in disgust as he unsheathes his sword, "Cultivators don't seek pleasure!"


"..." Liu Qingge may be dull, but time has covered it and the world told him stories that he slowly understands, "I'm sorr-"

"No, you aren't," and with that, Shen Qingqiu leaves the man as he files in the soaring sky alone, as always.