Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Chapter 286 If You're Going to Cultivate, Cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness 13

Wen Shubai stopped in his tracks, and Ji Chaoxi also stopped, feeling guilty.

Wen Shubai looked down at her. She was holding something in her hand, and her face was sullen, like a wilted cabbage, with a smudge of gray on her face.

For some reason, Wen Shubai felt like laughing when he saw her like this.

A faint glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the air, slowly gathering into a cloud the size of a palm.

A cloud trembled and drifted to the top of Ji Chaoxi's head, patting her on the head.

Ji Chaoxi suddenly felt a weight on her head, as if something soft was on her head.

She paused for a moment, then took the thing off her head.

Ji Chaoxi pinched the cloud, sometimes squeezing it into a round shape, sometimes stretching it into a long strip. She poked it, and her eyes lit up.

"Senior Brother, is this for me?"

Wen Shubai chuckled lightly: "I came across this while taking my junior brothers down the mountain for trials today. I think my junior sister would like this kind of thing."

She had given him a lot of soft things before, saying they could relieve stress, even though he didn't have any stress at all.

Ji Chaoxi was deeply moved: "Senior Brother, I will definitely cultivate diligently and will not let you down."

Wen Shubai was stunned for a moment, still somewhat unaware of what was happening, but looking at Ji Chaoxi who had returned to normal, he nodded.

Having grown accustomed to seeing my junior sister so cheerful every day, I suddenly felt that those unhappy expressions were no longer appropriate for her.

Ji Chaoxi studied even harder every day. She didn't know how her senior brother knew she had magical artifacts, but he would occasionally teach her how to control them.

She no longer practices with the other disciples because they are afraid to practice with her for fear of getting splashed with water.

Ji Chaoxi was standing right next to Wen Shubai, and now the water was only splashing on him.

The streets of the town were filled with the sounds of vendors calling out their wares, and the aroma of fried dough sticks wafted into people's noses. It was market day, and the streets were packed with peddlers.

Ji Yingjin held the letter, ate some fried dough sticks, and cursed at the neighbor across the street.

"This ruthless path is ruthless; the more you learn it, the more ruthless you become. Your daughter has been learning it for so long, and in the end, she won't even recognize you as her father."

Liu Dazhuang nodded repeatedly, holding a fried dough stick in his hand, which burned his mouth as he grimaced: "You're still bragging to us that my daughter sent another letter? Your daughter has been gone for so long, has she sent you any letters?!"

The once arrogant Liu Canfu stopped fanning himself upon hearing this question, and shouted, "My daughter is diligently cultivating the Dao, where would she find the time to send letters!"

Liu Dazhuang was extremely smug: "I'm afraid he's long forgotten about you, his father."

Liu Canfu looked flustered, but still stubbornly said, "I don't want to talk to you pig butchers, you're so vulgar!"

Before Ji Yingjin could refute him, he hurriedly went home.

The butcher's daughter has only been gone for a few days, but she has already sent several letters home. Why hasn't she sent him any letters yet?

Thinking of what Liu Dazhuang had just said, Liu Canfu almost fainted from fright.

He was so focused on the fact that Tianjue Sect was the number one sect in the world that he forgot his daughter cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness!

Liu Canfu hurriedly wrote a letter to Liu Fuyin with tears in his eyes.

A few days later, Liu Fuyin, who had been training hard all day, received the letter.

Upon seeing the pages filled with cries, Liu Fuyin's lips twitched.

[My dear daughter, I'm so upset. Why haven't you written home for so long? Everyone else writes home all the time. I want to cry, I want to cry, I want to cry...]

Liu Fuyin closed the letter; her father must have been deceived by that butcher's family again.

Ji Chaoxi has no spiritual roots, yet she shamelessly came to Tianjue Sect to cultivate. How much more so Liu Fuyin, who does have spiritual roots.

On the other side, Liu Canfu waited anxiously for a letter every day. After a long time, he finally received a letter from Liu Fuyin.

[Father, take good care of the silkworms, don't worry.]

Upon reading the contents of the letter, Liu Canfu felt his vision go black and nearly fainted.

His daughter really absorbed the ruthless philosophy!

The desolate village at the foot of Tianjue Sect Mountain was shrouded in a faint demonic aura. The villagers trembled and hid to the side, watching the few disciples with an air of otherworldly grace in front of them.

Just then, several ferocious boar demons roared and charged down the mountain. They were huge, and the ground trembled with every step they took. Their saliva was extremely foul, and when it fell to the ground, a wisp of green smoke rose instantly.

Just as the village chief was about to speak, the leading disciple flicked his sleeve and made a sweeping motion with his fingertips. Instantly, the heads of several pig demons were pierced through. Instead of flying blood and flesh, they froze in place, then turned into dust under the influence of that spiritual power.

The villagers were still a bit stunned. One child was terrified and gently grabbed Wen Shubai's sleeve.

"Don't be afraid, the demon has been eliminated," Wen Shubai said gently.

Hearing his gentle voice, the child burst into tears, his dark hand gripping him tightly. On the moon-white robe, the dusty handprint stood out starkly.

"Thank you, esteemed immortals..." The village chief's eyes also reddened.

They've been tormented by these pig demons long enough.

The other disciples comforted the village chief, saying, "It's just his duty."

The child was still crying, so Wen Shubai gently placed a jade pendant in his arms and rubbed his head to soothe him.

The village chief looked at the child and sighed, "This child is pitiful. His parents were killed by that pig demon."

The child eagerly accepted the jade pendant, not understanding anything yet, and simply clung to Wen Shubai's sleeve.

Wen Shubai stood up, his sleeve slipping imperceptibly from the child's hand. He gently brushed his left sleeve with his right hand, and a faint blue light slid off the stain on the sleeve, making the fabric clean again.

"Thank you for taking care of this child," Wen Shubai said softly.

The village chief smiled bitterly: "We're all from the same village, there's no such thing as hardship or not."

Moreover, their village had experienced such a major event.

The child played for a while, then seemed to remember something and tried to pull Wen Shubai back. The disciple beside him subtly blocked him and spoke to the village chief.

"Village Chief, now that the pig demon has been eliminated, we'll be leaving now." The disciple bowed to the village chief.

The village chief quickly returned the greeting: "Thank you very much, esteemed immortals."

After Wen Shubai and his disciples left, the child next to him finally realized what was happening and cried as he tried to chase after them.

The villagers nearby quickly hugged him, saying, "Oh dear, child, don't delay the immortal's journey."

"Luckily, we're not far from the Tianjue Sect. If it were any other village, who would kill those pig demons?"

"What a kind group of immortals! Who said the Heartless Path is heartless..."