SFS Chapter 59 Descendant of Tianpeng, Steward of the Four Seas
Chapter 59 Descendant of Tianpeng, Steward of the Four Seas
"Hey, you fat monk up ahead, don't you know a good dog doesn't block the way? Hurry up and make way for my lady."
A shrill, piercing voice rang out, filled with undisguised arrogance.
Xu Changqing frowned and turned around to look.
The crowd was forcibly parted, and a group of several people walked over.
Several burly, menacing demon servants were carrying a magnificent sedan chair, so large that the chair poles were bent slightly under their weight.
The sedan curtain was half-rolled up, and three people were lounging inside.
One of them was a human man dressed in fine clothes, with fair skin, dark circles under his eyes, and a fake look on his face. His eyebrows and eyes carried a hint of frivolity and flattery. He was leaning against the "lady" next to him as if he had no bones, and he was even fanning her with one hand.
Xu Changqing's gaze fell on the lady, and even though he had seen many demons and monsters, he couldn't help but twitch at this moment.
The woman was nearly ten feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. She wore a brocade skirt, but it was so tight that it looked as if the fabric would burst if she took another breath.
It has a round and large face, fair skin, a slightly upturned nose, full lips, and slightly pointed ears covered with a layer of soft mane.
The most striking feature was her two slightly protruding, white fangs.
This is clearly a pig demon that has not yet fully transformed.
The pig demon lady leaned back in the sedan chair, completely ignoring the various strange looks coming from around her. Instead, she held her head high and puffed out her chest, looking noble. Every now and then, she would reach out and lift the sedan curtain to reveal the jingling gold bracelet on her wrist.
Behind her were several fierce-looking demon servants, and the one who had spoken up earlier was the fair-skinned man.
"A pig demon? Ugh..." Xu Changqing felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
Looking at the pale-faced man's obsequious and fawning expression, she muttered to herself, "I really don't know how this guy could bring himself to do it."
Seeing that Xu Changqing not only didn't immediately make way but also turned around to look at him, the pale-faced man became even more excited and shrieked.
"What are you looking at? I'm talking to you, you bald monk! You've disturbed my wife, can you take responsibility for that?"
Xu Changqing's eyes turned cold, and anger flared within him. Although he did not want to cause any further trouble, how could he tolerate being insulted to his face? He had no choice but to accept the sword from the Sword Madman earlier, and now this pig demon's cultivation was not even as strong as Yuan Hongqiang's. If he were to swallow his anger again, wouldn't all his cultivation have been for nothing?
He immediately wanted to step forward and teach that arrogant fool a lesson.
Just then, a slightly thin but unusually steady hand pressed down on his arm.
The Taoist priest had turned around at some point, lowered his voice, and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear, "Monk, please calm down."
Xu Changqing paused and looked at Yang Huai.
Yang Huai glanced at the pig demon lady and continued to transmit his voice, "That pig demon is said to be a descendant of a collateral branch of the 'Tianpeng' lineage. Her father is a demon king in the south, who is extremely protective of his own."
He paused, glanced at the pale-faced man, and spoke with a hint of disdain.
"As for that gigolo, he's just one of her kept men, barking arrogantly. It's not worth it to confront that sow head-on for someone like him."
The pig-demon noblewoman in the sedan chair seemed to be startled by the noise. She suddenly sat up straight, her round eyes looking past the pale-faced man and fixed on Yang Huai.
The pale pink skin on her face seemed to tremble, and the two fangs at the corners of her mouth unconsciously retracted.
"stop!"
The pig-demon noblewoman suddenly spoke, her voice rough and hoarse. She pushed aside the pale-faced man who was about to curse, her massive body leaning slightly forward in the sedan chair as she stared at Yang Huai's face, a hint of fear flashing deep in her pupils.
"What is this strange Taoist priest doing here...?"
The pig demon noblewoman didn't look at Xu Changqing again. She hurriedly waved her hand and shouted to the demon servants carrying the sedan chair, "Go, hurry up. Go around here."
Although the demon servants were confused, seeing their master's anxious expression, they dared not delay. They quickly turned around, carried the sedan chair, and hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, heading towards another side path in a sorry state. Even their previous arrogance had completely vanished.
The pale-faced man's aggrieved voice could still be faintly heard: "Madam, what's wrong? That bald monk and that poor Taoist priest..."
"Shut up! Say another word and I'll tear your mouth off!"
The pig-demon noblewoman was somewhat flustered.
Xu Changqing stood there, watching the group of people hurriedly walk away, his mind racing.
"It seems... these guys are somewhat aware of the abnormality of 'Seven Birds'," he thought to himself.
"Strange," Yang Huai muttered, scratching his messy hair, completely unaware that he was the one who scared off the pig demon. "That sow and her gigolo, who are usually so arrogant and domineering in this area, why are they running faster than a frightened rabbit today?"
He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then guessed seriously, "Could it be that he suddenly had a change of heart? Or did he have an upset stomach and urgently need to find a toilet?"
Xu Changqing's lips twitched, but he didn't reply.
Yang Huai shook his head, seemingly unable to figure it out, and then gave up on thinking about it. He turned and patted Xu Changqing's arm, saying enthusiastically, "Who cares? These filthy things are better off gone. Monk, let's go, let's go, don't let these little things spoil the fun. I'll take you to the front to have a look."
Having said that, he grabbed Xu Changqing's monk's robe and squeezed his way toward Ruyi Tower with great interest.
As soon as the two squeezed to the dazzling main entrance of Ruyi Tower, before even stepping onto the white jade steps, a cool, sweet-smelling cloud of energy drifted in from inside the door, brushing against their cheeks almost imperceptibly.
As the clouds dispersed, a woman gracefully stepped forward to greet them. She appeared to be around thirty years old, dressed in the moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) typical of the stewards of the Four Seas Pavilion, with a light blue half-sleeved garment over it, and a black silver waist tag engraved with wave patterns and the words "Qian Zhen" (meaning "thousand treasures") hanging from her waist.
She was quite pretty, with curved eyebrows and eyes, and a smile that preceded her every word.
"The real person has arrived." The woman's voice was clear and crisp, with just the right amount of enthusiasm. Her gaze first fell on Qi Qinzi, and she nodded slightly. Then she turned to Xu Changqing, her smile unchanged, but her eyes quickly swept over him.
"Monk, come here quickly," Qi Qinzi said as if he had returned to his own territory. He loosened Xu Changqing's sleeve and casually raised his hand to beckon. "Let me introduce you. This is Manager Mei of Qianzhenfang, Mei Qianqian. She is very capable. There are many things inside and outside Ruyilou that cannot be bypassed by her."
"Hehe, you flatter me, Master." Mei Qianqian covered her lips with her sleeve, chuckled, and her eyes sparkled. "I am but a lowly steward of Qianjinfang under the Sihai Pavilion. I do not deserve such praise from you, Master."
She shifted her tone slightly, looking at Xu Changqing, her voice still polite, "This master possesses extraordinary bearing. Since he is a friend of the True Man, he is a distinguished guest of our Qianjinfang. May I ask how you are addressed, and at which temple do you practice?"