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"Have you heard? They say Misha is bloodthirsty. People also claim that the Black General is invulnerable, yet look at all your wounds."
"Miss, uh, Master said I was misled by hearsay."
"So, are you considering my proposal?"
"Master, now is not the time for such discussions. This cavalry unit in front of us is merely the vanguard. Zhou Yunjin has been urged to enter the capital by the Marquisate and is traveling day and night. He can't be far off; we should first deal with the immediate situation."
"If you truly intend to save me, I will shamelessly ask for your help just this once. Once I recover a bit, I will repay you generously, but that repayment does not include becoming your Spirit Familiar."
Sang Qingxiao, understanding Xiao Hei's concerns, smiled and said, "No rush. I am indeed waiting for Zhou Yunjin. Old Vine has sent word; he is not far away, just over a hill. As for your matter, it’s best to resolve it in front of him all at once."
Sang Qingxiao helped Xiao Hei sit by the roadside, first giving it a pill and then taking out some food. Having been hungry for several days, Xiao Hei didn't care about being finicky and began to eat heartily.
Meanwhile, Misha was still blocking the way. Compared to the Warriors' struggles, her movements appeared particularly effortless.
"Misha, don’t you get tired looking up at them?"
Misha understood her meaning instantly. She transformed her arm and lightly punched the ground. The warhorses across from her trembled and knelt down in unison.
"Misha, that move was impressive!"
"I think so too."
The horses knelt without warning, catching the opposing cavalry off guard. Only a few managed to maintain their balance; most of the riders fell to the ground. Some tried to remount their steeds, but those horses remained steadfastly kneeling despite kicks and punches.
Seeing this scene made Misha feel a bit sorry for them, so she relaxed her control over the horses. They stood up cautiously and stepped aside, clearly unwilling to participate in the fight.
This spectacle was witnessed by the following troops as they crested the hill.
"That’s a demon!"
Su Mengmeng first glanced at Misha's arm and then at her most concerned Xiao Hei. She whispered to Zhou Yunjin about how Xiao Hei had colluded with other demons and humiliated its former comrades—truly, demon nature is inherently evil.
Zhou Yunjin was more focused on Xiao Hei's injuries; it had worsened.
The troop moved faster now. In no time at all, they encountered each other. After a brief exchange of greetings, Zhou Yunjin realized that the leader of this group was actually a woman beside Xiao Hei.
He urged his horse forward to check on Xiao Hei's condition before asking Sang Qingxiao why she was blocking their path.
"Ah, are you feigning ignorance? I’m not blocking your way; I’m stopping you from killing demons."
"Miss, could it be that you are also a demon?"
"I am not a demon; I am a Demon Catcher. I simply found an appealing demon and was considering making it my Spirit Familiar. We were just discussing this when you came over shouting and causing a ruckus."
At that moment, Su Mengmeng stepped forward, scrutinizing the situation from above. "Are you also a Demon Catcher? Which sect do you belong to? What level are you?"
Sang Qingxiao glanced at her but remained silent.
"I'm asking you a question! Are you a rogue cultivator or just lacking in talent? Can't even speak up? Let me give you some advice: not every demon can become a Spirit Familiar. The one beside you has killed the Black General, who was personally appointed by His Majesty. Its sins are profound, and even death would not quell the anger of the people towards it. You should stay out of this matter."
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