Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest

The old nightclubs of Pingjing City were rampant, with fairly open public bars and, of course, those bars designed for celebrities, ensuring good privacy.

Ye Jun brought Yan Yu to this establishment, which was the same one that Liu Longtao had previously brought the Dragon Soar Team to drink at, offering assurances of safety and privacy, preventing any shortsighted individuals from coming over to strike up a conversation or harass.

After drinking a few glasses, Yan Yu checked his phone, which had messages from Li Weiguo.

Li was furious upon receiving the news in Jinling Prefecture. The Dingbei Army's intention to incorporate Fan Wentang was not something he could interfere with, being part of the Zhendong Army; Fan Wentang challenging Yan Yu to a spar was a matter for the youngsters, and as he was not their elder, he could not control it either.

But what did Fan Wentang mean by using the sinister "Soul Hooking Ghastly Light"?

If the one struck was not himself but Yan Yu, and it left some sequelae on the soul, would the Longcheng Flying General then be excluded from the ranks?

The agreement was not to take lives, but you were using underhanded tricks behind the scenes, trying to turn someone into a vegetative state, right?

Being vegetative doesn't count as dead, so are you playing word games with me?

Li immediately made a call to Yang Zhenwei, the Commander-in-Chief of the Dingbei Army, to inquire what exactly he meant.

Yang had just received the message from his subordinates, and upon receiving Li's call holding him to account, he too felt overwhelmed.

In truth, if Yan Yu had been affected, his soul captured by the Soul Hooking Ghastly Light, then ordering Fan Wentang to command White Impermanence to return the soul afterward would have left Yan Yu at worst a little brain-fogged for a few days, and it would not have resulted in anything too serious—Fan trapping himself resulted in a mutual lock, and without a ghost-using senior of a higher Cultivation Realm by his side to unlock it, the Dingbei Army's loss was actually far greater than that of the Zhendong Army.

Of course, this wasn't something he could explain to Old Li.

Li's preemptive strike was just to seize the initiative. There was no need for the Dingbei Army to insist on holding the Zhendong Army accountable for a crippled man, escalating the issue to the Privy Council with Li Weiguo.

Of course, if the Longcheng Flying General had intentionally killed someone, it would be a slap in the face of the Dingbei Army, a direct affront to the organization's authority, and that account would have to be settled, whether one liked it or not.

But the Soul Hooking Ghastly Light was released by Fan Wentang himself, and starting with excessively sinister means; Yan Yu not recognizing this technique and lacking any subjective intent to murder came after. Reevaluating the entire incident, it indeed seemed like an accident, and it was truly difficult to blame the Longcheng Flying General for malicious intent.

They couldn't very well expect him "not to use Fan Wentang as a shield," right? Unless the Soul Hooking Ghastly Light hits any target, it would automatically pursue the soul and lock it. If Fan Wentang didn't intercept it, then one would either have to run from it or use their own body as a shield... which would be too much to ask of someone.

Yang Zhenwei spoke with Li Weiguo for a bit, successfully concluding the matter, and the two reached a consensus.

After speaking with Yang Zhenwei, Li sent Yan Yu a message saying, "Don't worry too much, your Grandpa Li will certainly have your back."

There's even a casualty allotment in training! If someone provokes a challenge and something goes wrong, they can't possibly blame us for it, can they?

After reading the message, Yan Yu felt somewhat moved.

Old Li was genuinely good-hearted, tirelessly cleaning up the mess for that unworthy woman Chen Lingyun in his previous life, and now he says he will have my back—that's no idle talk... alas, Li, through the ages! May you live long!

"You see," Ye Jun said with a smile next to him, comforting, "Everyone still cares about you. Since Commander Li is willing to protect you, things will surely end up being downplayed into nothing~"

"Alas," Yan Yu said with a sigh of relief despite feeling comforted, "I really feel guilty about involving Old Li in this ordeal because of my mistake. He must be facing great political pressure right now because of me."

"Er, that shouldn't be the case," Ye Jun replied, not entirely clear on the intricacies of these matters but obviously unable to offer objective reasoning while trying to comfort someone, "You're part of the Longcheng Flying General after all. Besides, if you hadn't acted this time, it might have been Commander Liu who made the mistake, so you could say you stood in for him.

We should be thanking you."

"Enough talk, let's drink," Yan Yu said, clinking his glass against hers.

Perhaps feeling warm from the alcohol, Ye Jun untied her hairband, letting her beautiful long hair flow freely, her face flushed slightly from tipsiness. With her northern girl's robust appearance and curvy figure, she looked very attractive and lively.

Yan Yu discreetly averted his gaze and ordered another cocktail, saying,

"All in all, we shouldn't have let our guard down. Once we did, all kinds of monsters and freaks came out."

"Yeah, but it's not like we had a choice," Ye Jun said with a wry smile, "Don't take them to heart. Among the civilian cultivators, there are indeed some who shouldn't have been incorporated. Now that they're dead, it's clean."
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"You think I did the right thing too?" Yan Yu expressed his surprise.

"What are you talking about? I've always been on your side," Ye Jun laughed, "If you don't trust me, that's a penalty drink."

"Alright, alright, I'll take a penalty drink, I shouldn't have doubted you." Yan Yu readily downed a cup.

Ye Jun called over the bartender to fill it up, when she heard Yan Yu add:

"Actually, what that leader in the camp said was right, I agree with it."

"Oh? What's that?" Ye Jun, with one hand propping up her cheek, looked over with interest.

As her sleeve slid down due to gravity, a few black wristbands were exposed, making her wrist look even more pale and smooth. Paired with her profile as she propped up her cheek and looked over, she was truly a sight to behold.

Having such a beautiful and compliant girl as a deputy, how could Lord Master not fancy her? If it weren't known that she was his wife in a previous life, it would be hard not to doubt his sexual orientation.

"It's what that person said, the current environment is short of cultivators. They're giving him a chance to atone for his merits and potentially save more ordinary people in the future." Yan Yu looked down at his cup, "That's the truth."

"Hmm, indeed," Ye Jun slowly swirled her cup, her tone gentle, "So why did you change your mind later on?"

"Because a human life should not be measured on a balance." Yan Yu lowered his gaze, and his voice dropped as he said solemnly, "A cultivator's life is no more noble than a commoner's, and the lives of thousands are not more valuable than one."

"You say that as if you're like a hot-blooded male protagonist in a comic," Ye Jun said with a smile, teasing him, "I think, no matter what decision is made, as long as you don't regret it looking back, not wishing 'if I could do it over, I would choose another path', then that's fine."

"Yes," Yan Yu gazed at the amber liquid in his cup, suddenly feeling somewhat dazed.

If it were my past life, no matter what about patience for the sake of the country or the greater good, I would have cut him down with one stroke of the sword.

But it was precisely this version of myself, who, even knowing death was certain at the last moment, still charged forward without hesitation.

Now, fortunate to be reborn, having lived in two different lives, I should be more mature, more considerate of the larger picture, but in the end, I haven't changed at all.

But I won't regret it.

Because a Sword Immortal only knows how to control the sword and strike from the sky, not to regret.

"I feel like I've had a bit too much to drink," Yan Yu said, putting down his cup.

"Then drink less," Ye Jun advised, "Too much alcohol isn't good anyway."

"Thanks to you for sharing this drink with me, I've just figured out something," Yan Yu said with a beaming smile.

There was a trace of melancholy on his face, which now had dissipated like the breaking of clouds to reveal the sun, his eyes shining brightly.

"Oh? What's the problem?" inquired Ye Jun, immediately engaging.

Girls from Jinmen are talkative like this, conversing with them is refreshing. Yan Yu appreciated and liked her even more, smiling as he said:

"If Fan Wentang were still alive, letting him atone and serve the country could perhaps eliminate many foreign Transcendents in the future, saving a lot of ordinary people."

"Now that he died because of me, shouldn't I bear this deficit on my account?"

Ye Jun instinctively wanted to say that's not right. By your logic, if you let an enemy go on the battlefield and they go on to kill more, should all the resulting blood be on your hands? That would be too harsh.

But her emotional intelligence wasn't lacking either, and guessing what Yan Yu meant, she lifted her cup with a smile to her lips:

"So, how do you plan to make up for this deficit?"

"Ah, there's no way," Yan Yu sighed, "I can only kill more in the future, make those enemies who should die do so, and work hard to fill in this deficit in the ledger of life and death."

"Alright, alright!" Ye Jun was amused by his words, "Then I wish you early achievements and to fill in the deficit! Cheers!"

"Cheers, cheers, cheers!"