Ying Xiaotian chickened out.
Although it was a bit embarrassing, based on his experience dealing with Pei Jiye, it was best to go along with the flow.
Anyone who tried to act tough, even if just verbally gaining a little advantage, would be taken seriously by Pei Jiye and mercilessly crushed into slag without hesitation.
Last year, Feng Ruyue from the Heavenly Charm Sect came to tease Pei Jiye, merely intending to banter a couple of sentences.
As a result, Pei Jiye flew into a rage on the spot and directly skewered Feng Ruyue’s Illusory Moon Dharma Body into barbecued pork, destroying at least a hundred years of his hard-earned cultivation.
Even now, Feng Ruyue obediently huddled in the back mountains of the Heavenly Charm Sect like a turtle shrinking into its shell—how tragic it was.
What Ying Xiaotian brought was his true body. What if Pei Jiye decided to dismantle his bones and really pinched him to death?
Thus, Ying Xiaotian very cowardly shrank into a one-meter-tall white bone frame. The dog demon bone frame cautiously shuffled to the front of the Crimson Tree Branch Throne. “Then… then you kick it back.”
A normal person would probably just smile faintly.
But unexpectedly, Pei Jiye really jumped down and kicked Ying Xiaotian right on the dog butt.
This kick directly shattered Ying Xiaotian’s bone frame into individual small bones, which clattered to the ground.
“Ow! Pei Little Chick! Calculate it! If you step again, I’ll go hug your disciple’s leg and cry, dragging down his pill refining speed for you!”
Ying Xiaotian shouted the most cowardly threat in the loudest voice.
Pei Jiye ignored Ying Xiaotian. He held grudges and really stomped every one of Ying Xiaotian’s hundreds of bones into two segments before finally sparing the pile of bone frame.
Ying Xiaotian wanted to cry but had no tears. How was this generation’s Silent Night Demon Lord so petty, with a heart smaller than a needle’s tip? He had only kicked the gate once!
A flash of pitch-black light passed, and the scattered small bones reassembled into a bone frame. The white-clothed youth reappeared before Pei Jiye.
Ying Xiaotian said dejectedly, “Hey, Le Girl lost one of my important demon bones, but that place seems to only allow Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators to enter. If you won’t handle it, I’ll do it myself and send White Bone Sect disciples to help me find the bone.”
Silent Night Palace differed from other demonic cultivator sects. Most of its disciples owed sect debts, and every disciple was essentially a worker for the sect.
Especially disciples at the Golden Core Stage and above—Silent Night Palace guarded them like a dragon hoarding treasures. Losing one would cause heartache for a long time, so they definitely had to snatch some disciples back from other sects to make up for it.
Le Qingping was a core disciple that Silent Night Palace focused on cultivating, so Ying Xiaotian always came to greet Silent Night Palace in advance.
From Ying Xiaotian’s experience, Pei Jiye acted relatively normal when discussing proper matters.
Pei Jiye said indifferently, “It’s just one bone. Consider it bad luck.”
Ying Xiaotian immediately got angry. How could Pei Jiye be like this? He wouldn’t let him handle it, but he himself wouldn’t clean up the mess either?
His tone hardened. “Who was the one who couldn’t speak properly for half a day because of one bone?”
Pei Jiye slightly turned his body, and a vicious glint appeared in his scarlet eyes. “Do you want to lose two more bones?”
Ying Xiaotian chickened out again. “Fine, pretend I didn’t say anything earlier.”
But… but his bone was very important.
Ying Xiaotian looked as miserable as if the sky had collapsed.
Ding dang.
Pei Jiye tossed something in front of Ying Xiaotian, and the dog demon’s instinct kicked in as he stepped on it with one foot.
Pei Jiye sat back on the Crimson Tree Branch Throne. His scarlet eyes still stared fixedly at that thing. Although his face showed no expression, Ying Xiaotian stubbornly sensed complex and irritable emotions.
Pei Jiye said lowly, “Go to the True Realm for me and bring back an item.”
Ying Xiaotian picked up the palm-sized round mirror and examined it briefly. “Heart-Linked Mirror? You have an appointment with someone?”
This world’s spiritual qi, demonic qi, demon qi, and other chaotic heaven-earth energies were distributed unevenly, forming different cultivation systems for cultivators.
Over time, to prevent spiritual qi from being eroded and to refine the purity of demonic qi, great powers set up formations outside each major region. These formations linked together to form boundary gates for entry and exit.
The boundary gates bore marks set by Mahayana Stage cultivators from immortal sects. Although demonic cultivators and demon cultivators could pass freely, if one was wanted—like Pei Jiye, who was famous on the lists—the major immortal sects would receive the message the instant they entered the True Realm.
Ying Xiaotian faced no such restrictions.
He pocketed the Heart-Linked Mirror and asked straightforwardly, “What do you want to retrieve? Who to meet? Where to get it?”
“Moon Qing Sea, the Haizi Plank Road on the east side. Retrieve a jade bottle.”
Pei Jiye’s expression grew more inscrutable. His aura was obscure yet profound. His pitch-black long hair cascaded from his shoulders like crow feathers, as if to envelop and completely hide his entire body.
He leaned forward slightly, his body tense. “You must bring it back. No accidents allowed.”
Influenced by Pei Jiye’s emotions, the surrounding demonic qi faintly began to swirl, forming invisible pitch-black vortices.
Ying Xiaotian sensed a hint of danger and unconsciously stepped back, softening his tone as much as possible.
“No problem. You know my techniques. I can send a puppet to escape. With so many bone pieces, at least one can make it out and bring the item back.”
Pei Jiye’s expression showed no change, but the faintly floating vortices around him vanished.
Ying Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. He cautiously asked, “Sounds like someone will come to rob it? Can you tell me exactly what it is?”
