I am a shooter

The conversation between Ning Shu and the other person sounded like needles to Xiaoshi and the Sect Leader's ears.

"Who are these two women? They don't look like they are from our area." Xiao Shi quietly nudged the clan leader with his elbow, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"I don't know, but they are definitely not to be trifled with! Can't you feel the aura from them? They are scarier than the Holy Envoy!" The Sect Master also lowered his voice, but his eyes were fixed on the two of them, afraid of missing any movement, and the alarm bells had already sounded in his heart.

"Why do I feel like they are selecting goods and complaining about our poor quality?"

"I think so too...Are we being treated as 'defective goods'?"

The two chatted back and forth, completely unaware that this was their territory. Now, it felt like they were intruders, and the other party was the master. The Sect Master, sensing the faint presence of Ning Shu and the other, suddenly grasped Xiaoshi's arm tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh—this aura was terrifying! Could it be that they had killed the Holy Envoy?

It’s over! This is a fight between gods, and it’s going to bring disaster to us mortals!

"Master, you're hurting me! Let go! If you keep grabbing my arm, it will be broken!" Xiao Shi slapped his hand away with a grin, leaving several deep nail marks on his arm.

"You two, come here." Ning Shu's voice sounded again, calm but with unquestionable majesty, as if calling two obedient puppies.

The clan leader immediately got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and a fawning smile instantly appeared on his face. His tone was as respectful as an apprentice serving his master: "My two ladies, what are your instructions? I will definitely do it and will not dare to be careless in the slightest!"

His expression, movements, and tone were completely different from the sobbing one just now. His expression changed faster than the pages of a book. Xiao was stunned watching from the side: "With the acting skills of the Sect Master, it would be a waste of talent if he didn't become an actor!" With this "single-second expression switching" ability, he would never be able to catch up in his lifetime, let alone become the Sect Master.

He also quickly followed suit and saluted, his waist bent like a cooked shrimp, his head almost lowered to his chest - even the sect leader was so respectful, these two were definitely big shots who could not be offended, and he could not let them down at this time.

Ning Shu was stunned by the way the two of them were cooperating. She had just been rehearsing a set of "coercion and inducement" tactics in her mind, from "first scare then appease" to "throwing out bait to elicit the truth", even thinking out every expression, but now she didn't even need to use the opening line.

"Why don't you follow the script?" Ning Shu felt a little unhappy. All the carefully prepared "lines" were wasted. It was like buying a new piece of clothing and finding out it was out of date before even wearing it out. It was so frustrating.

The sect master immediately caught on to her subtle change in expression. After all, he was a centuries-old fox, and the ability to read people's expressions was ingrained in him. He slumped to his knees again, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed, "My Lords! I was truly forced into this! That Saint Envoy threatened to kill everyone in our sect if I refused! I've never done anything bad, and I've treated all the sect disciples well. Please have mercy on me and spare us!"

Ning Shu was completely bewildered: Is this old man an award-winning actor? How come he's already confessed everything before I even started "interrogating" him? He didn't even give me a sliver of room to maneuver! It felt like preparing for a tough battle, only to have the other party simply surrender. How utterly tedious!

"Alright, alright, stop howling. If you keep howling, the roof of the Soul Hall will collapse." Ning Shu rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "Tell me everything you know, don't leave out any details."

"Oh! Okay! I'll tell you right now! I'll tell you right now!" The sect leader immediately stopped crying, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and began to talk incessantly. His speech was as fast as pouring beans, for fear that he would be silenced if he was half a second late. He didn't even miss a small thing like the Holy Envoy's love for sweet snacks.

Shen Xuannu looked at him with a look of curiosity on her face. She leaned over to Ning Shu's ear and whispered, "He didn't even ask who we are, and he's just cooperating like that? Isn't he afraid that we're bad guys, deliberately deceiving him?"

"He knows the current situation." Ning Shu suppressed his laughter and lowered his voice. "Even after living for so long, he still has a sense of crisis. After all, life is much more important than curiosity. If he asks too many questions and upsets us, he will lose his life."

As the leader spoke, he secretly observed the expressions of the two people out of the corner of his eye, and the word "desire to survive" was engraved in his heart: no matter who they are, gods or devils, as long as they can keep him alive, let alone telling stories, he would be willing to learn to bark like a dog or jump like a cat!

Ning Shu listened to the Sect Master's story, her fingers unconsciously rubbing her chin, her brow furrowed in a knot. The fragments of the spirit tablets in the hall still gleamed, but all she could think about was the phrase, "Each small sect has a Holy Envoy." While this place wasn't the domain of a top-tier power, even the lesser sects had been infiltrated by the demons. The number of demons in this entire region must be unimaginable. She could even imagine countless pairs of dark blue claws lurking in the corners of each sect, gnawing at the very foundations of humanity like termites.

"What are you going to do?" Shen Xuannv, holding a sunflower seed in her mouth, frowned at Ning Shu's solemn expression. She could guess what Ning Shu was thinking, but she couldn't understand it. These humans controlled by the demons had fallen for greed and evil, no different from the demons who burned, killed, and looted. Why did Ning Shu care about their lives? In her eyes, these people were nothing more than "low-quality sunflower seed raw material." Saving them or not was not a big deal.

But Ning Shu didn't think so. She shook her head, throwing aside those heavy speculations, but her eyes were firmer. "There will always be innocent people involved. I'll save as many as I can." She turned to look at Shen Xuannv, a sly smile suddenly curling her lips. "I want to go to those first-tier sects and turn all the demons hiding there into melon seeds."

Shen Xuannv had just spit out the melon seed shells when she heard this. Her eyes widened instantly, and the melon seeds in her mouth almost spit out. "Good fellow! Do you think I'm a melon seed processing machine? You want me to 'mass produce' for you?" She rolled up her sleeves, kicked her short legs and pounced on Ning Shu. "I'm going to fight you! If I don't mess up your hair into a mess today, I'm not Shen Xuannv!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Let's talk it over!" Ning Shu smiled and dodged to the side, grabbing the jade ruyi next to him to block himself. "At worst, I can find you some special melon seeds next time. They're a hundred times more delicious than the bitter ones from the demon!"

"I won't be fooled! You said the same thing last time!" Shen Xuannu refused to give in, waving her little claws in the air. The two of them ran away, one chasing the other. Their silver bell-like laughter echoed in the Soul Tablet Hall, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The old man lying on the ground was still holding his head tightly, not daring to breathe, until Xiao Shi whispered in his ear: "Master, Master, everyone has left, you can look up now."

"Ah? Are they gone?" The old man's voice trembled. He carefully raised his eyelids and glanced into the hall - it was empty, without a single person in sight.

"They're really gone, look!" Xiao Shi helped him up and pointed in the direction of the palace gate. "Just now I heard them laughing, and in the blink of an eye they disappeared, faster than a gust of wind."

The old man rubbed his knees and looked at the empty hall, still unable to believe it: "Disappeared so quickly? I thought they were going to ask something more." He looked down at his dusty robe, touched his red cheeks, and suddenly felt like he was dreaming.

"That's right!" Xiaoshi also exclaimed, his eyes full of admiration. "I saw it with all my heart. Those two adults just vanished in a flash! In my entire life, I've never seen such powerful people, let alone such beautiful women! Even more powerful than the fairies in the storybooks!"

The old man nodded, then shuddered. "Fortunately, we knew the situation and didn't dare to provoke them. Didn't you hear? They were going to the first-tier sects to 'make melon seeds', and they might even be going to deal with those demon saints. We can save our lives, so we should just be happy!"

Xiaoshi nodded in agreement, then suddenly remembered something and quickly helped the old man out. "Sect Master, let's clean up the Soul Tablet Hall quickly and write down what happened just now so we don't forget it later. If those two adults come back and ask, and we can't answer them, we'll be in trouble!"

The two men limped out, muttering constantly about how powerful Ning Shu and Shen Xuannv were, completely unaware that next to the fragments of the soul tablet in the hall, there was a melon seed that Shen Xuannv had accidentally dropped - the melon seed shell was glowing with a faint golden light, as if silently announcing that this area infiltrated by the demons was about to usher in a "melon seed processing" storm.