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."
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..."