She's a Legendary Demon Hunter [Rebirth] - Chapter 11
The word “possessed” sounded like two bricks slamming against Mi Wan’s forehead, stunning her momentarily.
“No…” Mi Wan reflexively retorted.
“Then you are borrowing the body and replacing the soul.” Fan Chen said firmly, “How old are you?”
“Twenty.” Mi Wan remained confused.
How did they end up discussing her age when they were just talking about her jumping bodies?
“Add in your ghost years.”
“Five hundred and twenty.” Mi Wan replied.
“That’s a good number.” Five hundred years ago was around the time when the tensions between demon hunters and demons were at their highest, but it was also the time when the two races were at their prime. It was reasonable for a five-hundred-years-old soul to have this level of cultivation. “The butterfly orchid was already suffering growing pains. It will be difficult to replant it back to life if you dig it out again.”
Mi Wan looked at the potted plant under her hand, unable to react for a while. This man changed subjects so quickly; talking about her age and then reverting back to the initial topic about the flower pot. Was he changing subjects so often because he lived too long and became senile?
“Then I’ll compensate you with money. I can’t go out during the day, and you won’t let me dig out potted plants.” Mi Wan reasoned. She could have asked the butler to buy a potted plant for her, but given how sharp the butler seemed, he might overthink it, and cause her to lose her wall-climbing privileges in the middle of the night.
“How did you die?” Fan Chen’s train of thoughts switched gears once more as he fired another question.
“… I died while hunting for demons.” Mi Wan was getting used to this.
“So you were killed by demons.”
“More or less.” She technically died after being trapped by demons.
“Considering you are able to remain calm after seeing me and offer to compensate for my flower pot, you have pretty good manners.” Fan Chen sincerely thought so. Five hundred years ago, demon hunters will indiscriminately kill demons at sight. Since the resurrected girl in front of him possessed a five hundred years old demon hunter’s soul, she should harbor immense resentment against all demonic clans. It was a wonder how she could remain so calm.
“If you wish to fight with me, I can also entertain that.” Mi Wan gritted her teeth.
Is he asking for a fight because he knows I can’t beat him?
“It would be better if you pay for my flower pot.” Fan Chen squinted. He knew that Mi Wan had the wrong idea, but he did not explain himself further.
“…” Mi Wan suddenly felt drained of all her energy, as if she had been punching cotton. She pulled out her mobile phone, ready to pay. “How much is it?”
“… How much?”
Though she was an ancient person from 500 years ago, she knew the value behind a million. Even in the present day where there was great material development, a million was still a lot of money. That is the entire year’s worth of pocket money of the original owner of this body.
“I admit… I can’t beat you now, but you can’t just take advantage of me.” Mi Wan glared at the tree demon, tempted to walk up and gnaw on his bark.
“We demons tend to have long lifespans.” Fan Chen replied.
Obviously. Cultivating a human shape alone takes you a few hundred years.
“We all have our unique characteristics.” Fan Chen picked up the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground and said, “Any little thing in my house may turn out to be… an antique.”
Fan Chen deliberately waved the porcelain shard in his hand when he said the word ‘antique’.
“…” Well good for you and your longevity. I’ve lived for five hundred years myself. You don’t see me owning antiques.
“If you don’t believe me, you can go get an appraisal,” The demon bro said matter-of-factly. He really was not extorting her.
“I have no money.” Mi Wan swallowed painfully. She had just checked her bank account and found that there were only 10,000 yuan left. 10,000 yuan. That was enough for her to eat several years worth of instant noodles, but not enough to compensate for the leftover materials of this flower pot.
Why does the world need antiques? Why couldn’t people just use ten-yuan flower pots?
“So… You’re going to skip out?” Fan Chen looked pointedly at Mi Wan.
“It’s… No.” Though the other party’s voice was calm and even, Mi Wan could feel a mountainous pressure behind his words. That kind of pressure did not manifest from his strong cultivation, but as an invisible aura. Mi Wan was positive that this guy was a powerful big shot among the demons five hundred years ago. It was highly possible that he was also the one who had taken the lead to create the Demon Hunter Association.
Barring those possibilities, she refused to owe the demon a debt. Demons have long lifespans. Ordinary demons can live for a few hundred years, and stronger ones can live up to several thousand years. If you fail to repay the debt you owed to the demon, he would be able to pursue your descendants for generations to collect it. Mi Wan once heard from a demon hunter, that if you owe demons a debt you cannot repay, or if you do not want to repay, then it would be best to kill them on the spot. Mi Wan was morally opposed to this so naturally she did not owe anyone anything. However, she did not expect to accrue a one million yuan debt right after coming back to life, and on top of that, the creditor was one big demon.
Can’t beat him, can’t pay him. What am I gonna do?
—End of Chapter 11: Borrow pay-back, Part 1—
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