The Healer Demands Payment!

Chapter 70 - She Doesn't Need to be Entangled

Translation: Aerial Rain Translation (aerialrain.com) by koffeam

“There is also one in the Demon Realm?” Meng Qi seemed to mutter to herself, as if deliberately letting Su Junmo hear it, “If I have a chance, I must go and have a look.”

“Good,” Sikong Xing replied enthusiastically. “At that time, I will guide you around. Demon Realm has many beautiful places, and there are many delicious and fun things, too. But there are several areas we cannot go to. Those places rejected human cultivators.”

“Okay.” Meng Qi smiled. She stretched her body, turned around, and walked into her room: “I’m going to rest. Sleepy.”

She closed the door. Outside, Su Junmo and Sikong Xing were bantering together as usual, and their voices were getting further and further away.

Meng Qi took a deep breath and sat at the table. She took out a piece of paper, picked up a brush, and wrote ‘White Tiger’s Sovereign.’

The three words on the white paper seemed to be enlarged before her eyes.

The first time she saw the white-robed man who looked exactly like Master was inside Fentian Palace’s flame record. Chu Tianfeng called him ‘white tiger sovereign.’ She didn’t think much at that time, because Master never said he was a demon cultivator, and Meng Qi also never heard him mentioning the Demon Realm. Almost all the things about the Demon Realm that she knew came from the injured white fox’s non-stop chattering.

Meng Qi wrote on the paper again: ‘Western Realm, Hidden Sect.’ These were what Master told her about his background when they met in the previous life, and she never doubted it. Even now, she wouldn’t doubt any word that Master had said.

The refinery cultivation in Three Thousand Worlds was declining, and the inheritance of arrays had almost been cut off. For a sect hidden from the world to have such extensive knowledge about arrays was pretty inconceivable. However, maybe it was true. As a hidden sect, perhaps they never participated in the chaotic disputes of Three Thousand Worlds.

Meng Qi tilted her head slightly.

Didn’t know when, Xiao Qi had gotten out of the beast house. He leaped lightly and landed on the table without a sound, staring at the paper in front of Meng Qi. A trace of doubt flashed in his azure blue eyes.

Meng Qi raised her eyes and smiled. She reached out her hand to stroke the little guy’s head, then picked up the brush again to write the third line: ‘Demon Monarch.’

Xiao Qi slowly lowered the claws that he had been raised. He glanced at the writing on the paper, his eyes flickered.

With difficulty, he took two steps back.

A lamp shone brightly on the table, illuminating the whole room and illuminating Xiao Qi’s fluffy fur, making him look extraordinarily cute.

“Xiao Qi.” Meng Qi stopped him. She put both of her hands on the table, resting her chin on the palms. Her eyes were just at the same level as Xiao Qi’s. She stared at his blue eyes and asked: “Are you really a member of the celestial demon white tiger clan?”

Xiao Qi “???”

“Do you know the white tiger’s sovereign?” She asked again.

Xiao Qi “!!!”

“I heard that celestial demons are natural-born cultivators. The moment they are born, they can use the star shadow in their bodies to start cultivating, so they are often already powerful at a young age.” Meng Qi rubbed Xiao Qi’s fluffy head lovingly. “It’s a pity that you are injured. Otherwise, you must be much stronger than me.”