I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 14

"I was forced."

Wanshao, hiding a distance away, rushed back when she spotted Shang Can, her face contorted with distress, immediately launching into an inexplicable complaint.

"How could you leave me alone with Yunzhong-jun?! I'm a demon! This is way too dangerous for me—hey, did Yunzhong-jun change her clothes? She looks a bit familiar?"

Shang Can, somewhat at a loss, pushed Wanshao back as she craned her neck to look behind her. Furrowing her brow in frustration, she replied, "...Dangerous for you?"

It was the first time Shang Can had seen a demon so frantically proclaiming the danger of being with a human. She was puzzled, asking, "If you don't provoke her, can she just suddenly draw her sword and attack you?"

"Why are you like this?! Do I look like someone who would provoke her?" Wanshao snapped indignantly. "Of course, I wouldn't, but she has blood on her waist!"

"That stuff is like some kind of mind-numbing drug for us demons. You just burned a bunch of demon beasts—don't you understand that?"

So, wasn't she just urging Yunduan to change her clothes in the woods?

Shang Can felt a headache coming on as she glanced back at Yunduan, who stood behind her, completely indifferent as if their conversation had nothing to do with her.

...She really had no sense of crisis. Knowing her blood was like catnip for demons, she still didn't think to change her bloodied clothes and just blundered her way from Tianwaitian all the way here. If it hadn't been for Shang Can speaking up, who knows when Yunduan would have remembered to address this?

"But I don't have any other clothes right now." The normally composed Yunduan explained, "All my luggage is at Tianwaitian, I didn't bring anything with me—should I just tear off the bloodied parts?"

In order to avoid a situation where Yunduan would walk around with her waist exposed in this relatively conservative era, Shang Can had to rummage through her own clothes and lend her a rarely worn sky-blue dress. As for Yunduan's original plain white robe—

"I have nowhere to put it. Just throw it away?"

The meticulous Yunduan, praised for her carefulness, completely failed to consider that discarding bloodied clothing might attract demon beasts. So, with a sigh, Shang Can reluctantly stored the bloody robe in her brocade pouch, determined to be the good Samaritan.

"And then what? What actually happened earlier?!" Shang Can rubbed her temples, exhaling in exasperation as she urged Wanshao, "What about her sword? And the—"

"It's over there! I didn't touch it! Not even a bit!"

Wanshao hurriedly pointed to the side of a large tree, and there, indeed, leaned the Wuyou sword, looking quite pitiful against the trunk.

From the way it was placed so neatly, it didn't appear to have been snatched away during a struggle. It looked more like the owner had deliberately set it aside.

Speaking of this, Wanshao felt like hitting the heavens in frustration.

After Shang Can and Chu Ming left, she had been wisely standing far away from Yunduan, huddled like a quail, patiently waiting for Shang Can to return.

But within just two minutes, Wanshao's keen nose caught the scent of the Immaculate Immortal Body's blood wafting through the air, sending her heart racing. She turned to see that Yunduan had silently approached within five steps of her, nearly causing Wanshao to leap up a tree in fright.

"I know you might not believe me, but it was really Yunzhong-jun who was fishing for trouble!" Wanshao exclaimed, almost in tears, as if she were swearing on Shang Can's leg. "I admit I was drawn to her blood for a moment, but I reacted immediately! Right away!"