I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 132(End of Main Text)

"——In azure clouds, I wear a white silk robe, drawing my long arrow to shoot at the heavenly wolf."

Wan Shao recited a line dramatically, half-teasingly turning to her friend, "I heard that during your recent battle with that snake demon, you really used a bow and arrow, hitting it right in the seven inches. You're really becoming more and more like 'Dong Jun.'"

"...What are you talking about?" At the end of the year, Shang Can suppressed an eye roll towards the visiting demon lord, smiling helplessly. "It was because that troublesome demon was acting up, and for some reason, it turned tail and ran when it saw me. I had no choice but to use heavenly fire as an arrow to chase it. What does that have to do with Dong Jun?"

"Isn't that what everyone on the street is calling you now?"

Recalling recent events, Wan Shao squinted with amusement, adding, "It's only natural for the snake demon to run away from you; your fame is skyrocketing. Anyone with a bit of skill must have heard your name. You can't still think of yourself as that obscure Shang Can from before."

She straightened her face, sighing, "Also, I suspect you haven't noticed, but I've already figured it out. When your eyes turn golden, the demon clan gets really scared of you—back when we were by Qinglian Lake in Tianwaitian, I was quite frightened myself. It felt like I couldn't hold my head up high when I saw you, like a mouse seeing a cat."

"Perhaps it's the bloodline suppression. The difference between demons is quite significant," Wan Shao pretended to frown in distress. "Originally, the elders of Biluo Huangquan were eager for me to bring Dong Jun back to be a Can Zhe again, but when I told them, they realized it was hopeless. After all, we can't let our enforcers scare off the demons before they even make a move."

The two exchanged glances, and Shang Can smiled along with her. Then, lowering her eyes, she shook her head, "...I truly won't return to being a Can Zhe. I'm sorry."

Wan Shao's brows furrowed deeply at this. She slammed her hands on the table, exclaiming, "What do you have to be sorry for? Biluo Huangquan doesn't have a sun to begin with. Just getting one from the outside is already lucky; it was bound to return to its rightful place. I don't think you owe me anything—are you planning to stab me with a sword or something?"

The implication in the latter half of her sentence was very clear. Shang Can raised an eyebrow, following her lead to change the subject. "Have you been to the Ghost Realm lately?"

"What would I go there for?" Wan Shao quickly became sullen, lightly huffing. "I heard from Yuan Ge that there's a wandering soul by the banks of the River of Forgetfulness every day; it's not worth my time to go see the view."

"As for my mother..."

Her gaze lingered in the air for a moment, and with a nonchalant demeanor, she shrugged. "I heard she successfully reincarnated a while ago. I didn't bother asking Nan Shuang about her whereabouts; she might just be one of the lotuses in the pond I planted last spring, blooming happily."

The family ties among demons are likely different from those of mortals. The sudden appearance and disappearance of Ji Lian made it impossible for Wan Shao to say even half a sentence. Yet in Shang Can's eyes, it seemed Wan Shao didn't mind too much; rather, she faced her mother's true liberation with a calm attitude, feeling genuinely happy for her.

That's good, Shang Can thought. Viewing life and death with indifference is easy to say, but even powerful cultivators struggle to achieve it.

"—What about you?"

Lost in thought, Shang Can was jolted back to reality by Wan Shao's voice. Uncertain where the topic had gone, she looked up to find the flower demon's gaze flickering oddly, leaning in closer and lowering her voice.