Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 438 - 196: 8,000 Springs, 8,000 Autumns

A streak of literary aura arched across the sky, gently and unassumingly landing on the viewing platform of the guest room.

He Youyi furrowed her brows, looking at Jiang Sha, "What are you doing here?"

Liu Qingqing shed her previously amiable demeanor and said coldly, "Does my Hall Master need to report to you wherever he wishes to go?"

He Youyi watched Jiang Sha with caution.

This renowned Slaughter Demon Lord, is she truly so entangled by karma that she can’t even use her legs?

Jiang Sha smiled, "I know what you’re thinking. Even though you didn’t ask, I can answer. If karma could truly trap me, how could I possibly be worthy of the title Slaughter Demon Lord?"

"You still haven’t answered me, what are you doing in the Sea of Eternal Life!" He Youyi couldn’t sense any murderous intent from Jiang Sha, not even a breath. She sat there like a corpse.

But the more it was like this, the more terrifying it became.

What made He Youyi more uneasy was Jiang Sha’s almond-colored eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything. Talking to someone like this was very uncomfortable.

Jiang Sha gazed at the distant ocean, "Do I not even have the right to gaze at the beautiful scenery of the Sea of Eternal Life?"

How could He Youyi possibly believe such words.

"I warn you, don’t think you can act recklessly in the Changsheng Continent the same way you did in the Southern Celestial Land."

"I’ve heard these words countless times." Jiang Sha said no more, leaning against the railing of the viewing platform, watching the rippling azure waves below.

Liu Qingqing said solemnly, "Aren’t you Confucians the unruly ones? How big is the Slaughter Hall really, killing ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, can it compare with a casual divine mandate from you Confucians? Can it compare with even one ten-thousandth of the people you fill the Fallen Immortal Land with? Murdering with a sword is killing, but using divine intent to murder is considered righteous?"

He Youyi said righteously, "The reason divine intent is considered divine is because it’s unbiased and selfless."

Liu Qingqing interrupted him, "Divine intent may be selfless, but people aren’t."

"You’re not in a position to speak of such matters as demon cultivators."

Liu Qingqing squinted her eyes, "At least we don’t pretend to be good people. If we want to kill, we just kill, not under the guise of righteousness."

He Youyi naturally wouldn’t be swayed by a few words from a demon cultivator, he hadn’t forgotten his purpose here—to understand what relationship Jiang Sha had with Fan Wubing.

He sent a drop of ink with his finger.

It landed and turned into an article.

"If you’re really only here for the scenery, then accept this document of righteousness!"

Jiang Sha glanced at it, the corner of her mouth curling up slightly, "Why not?"

She raised her left hand, lightly touching the document of righteousness.

The document immediately turned into a wisp of noble righteous energy, flowing into her body.

He Youyi paused, he didn’t expect Jiang Sha to actually accept it... Could she truly just be here for the scenery?

It’s really hard to believe.

He didn’t dismiss his doubts, giving Jiang Sha a solemn look before darting deeper into the Sea of Eternal Life.

Liu Qingqing said, "Hall Master, why bother with him? He can’t do anything to us."

Jiang Sha softly said, "We aren’t the main characters of this play, we should just quietly observe."

"Alright then."

Jiang Sha looked at the sky, murmuring, "It’s getting closer."

"What?"

"That unsettling feeling."

Liu Qingqing halted, shortly after the death of the Ke You Demon Lord, the Hall Master said that the world was brewing an unsettling feeling.

At that time, she was very confused, as it was the first time hearing the term "unsettling" from the Hall Master.

But when asked what it was about, the Hall Master merely shook her head.

Is there really something in this world that even the Hall Master doesn’t know about?

...

The immortal-sailing ship, bearing the flags of the Moon-piercing Hall and the Luo Family, sped across the sea.

"It’s been nearly half a year, and still no progress at all..." Fu Manman murmured to herself, somewhat dejected. All around her were various scriptures and Daoist insights.

Crack! Crack!

On the chair opposite the desk, Bai Yihuan was cracking seeds and said, "Sister, don’t keep sighing, you’ll get wrinkles. Cheer up, don’t overthink."

Fu Manman lifted her head slightly, "Do you know what immortality means?"

"Just hanging on without dying, what else could it mean." Bai Yihuan raised an eyebrow, "Living that long for what, when it’s time to die, you should die."

"At what age should one die?"

Bai Yihuan chuckled, "When you’re neither up nor down, that’s when it’s time to die."

"How can you believe you won’t go up?"

"Sister, arguing is pointless." Bai Yihuan’s eyes sparkled, "Why don’t we talk about girl topics instead?"

The immortal-sailing ship swayed gently.

Fu Manman stared at this short-haired girl, "I hadn’t noticed before, you actually are a girl."

"Don’t be so harsh." Bai Yihuan tugged her collar, revealing her not large but well-developed chest thanks to training, "What else would be a girl’s mark!"

Fu Manman flipped through a book, took notes with a pen, and said, "Since you have a brain, you should use it, or it’ll rust from disuse."

During this time, Bai Yihuan had grown accustomed to Fu Manman’s earnest yet playful banter.

She pretended not to hear, her eyes shining as she asked, "What kind of person is your husband?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I remember you spoke of him with pride before."

Fu Manman appeared indifferent, her tone light, "He is a good man."

"Is he good at fighting?" Bai Yihuan asked eagerly.

"If you really have endless energy, then have your left fist fight your right fist."

"Hmph, I’m not that childish! I stopped doing that when I turned twenty!"

Fu Manman’s mouth twitched, thinking that before twenty, she really did have her left fist fight her right, perfectly fitting the stereotype of someone who practices martial arts but lacks intellect.