Chapter 70 — Specters and Monsters
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Shen Feiyue bowed slightly. "This junior officer is Shen Feiyue. My master is indeed the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping.
But I did not come here for the sect master's widow, nor for the Great Nurturing Nether-Demon Sutra. Though the widow be the first beauty under heaven, and the Great Nurturing Nether-Demon Sutra be a method that claims to make one a god, the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping does not care for them.
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There was a natural pride in his words: as the first man beneath the gods, the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping cared for no cultivation method, not even the demon sect's canon that could make one a god! Suddenly a voice was heard laughing coldly, "This is the Wasteland, not the Kingdom of Jingping.
Whether the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping cares or not is no concern of ours. "
Shen Feiyue's eyes showed killing intent, and he looked toward the voice. The speaker sat opposite him, a great bearded fellow, his clothes half open, sitting sprawled on the ground, one hand stuffing food into his mouth while the other scratched at the grime in his bosom; in a few scratches he rolled up a pitch-black ball and flicked it away, and where it flew no one knew. Shen Feiyue frowned, showing disgust. "Rustics of the Wasteland are truly coarse; there is no point in losing my temper with him.
When the great army of the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping arrives, every demon and monster will have to bow! "
He looked again at the girl beside Shen Mu, and sat as if on a mat of needles, his head aching sorely: "How has the Seventh Princess gone off to keep company with a youth of Yincan Village?
Just now the princess even pinched him — that is too intimate by far. If word of this gets out, what becomes of the imperial family's face. . . "