I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 952 - 347: Taking Root, God of Wealth’s Temple

Actually, without the guidance of the Heavenly Demon Adversary’s title, he already had his suspicions; there’s no need for hints to confirm it.

He doesn’t hold a big bias against what kind of different races they are, as long as they live quietly and follow the rules, he’s not too interested in digging into the roots.

He also believes that any demon that can be sheltered by Mazu Empress likely holds moral standards higher than many people.

When Wen Yan removed the title, Su Mu’s tense and stiff body immediately relaxed, as if the terrifying glimpse earlier was just a mundane illusion.

Wen Yan still looked the same, though he felt very strong, his Yang energy was immense yet restrained.

Wen Yan walked over step by step and handed the gift to Su Mu.

"Congratulations on moving in."

Su Mu looked up in a daze, seeing Wen Yan’s sincere and relaxed smile, seeming truly like an ordinary friend who heard about the move-in and specifically came to give a gift and see the new home.

Su Mu accepted the gift, still a bit dumbfounded, not having recovered from the earlier scare.

At this moment, Su Mu’s mother was peeking quietly from the doorway, and seeing her daughter’s ghostly appearance, she sighed, thinking at her age she shouldn’t still fear her teacher, completely forgetting her manners.

"Su Mu, what are you standing there for, how can you leave a guest waiting outside, quickly invite your teacher in."

Su Mu’s mother quickly came out, warmly pulling Wen Yan into the house.

"What should I call you, Teacher?"

"My name is Wen Yan."

"Oh, Mr. Wen, Su Mu, this child really, even troubled you to come all the way."

"No worries, moving in is a big event, it’s better to personally come and congratulate, Aunt, I won’t come in, I have something else in a bit."

"How can that be, come in for some tea."

After a while of tugging, Su Mu came over to put an end to it.

Seeing how enthusiastic Aunt was, Wen Yan thought she would probably want to ask where he worked.

He guessed that Su Mu might have said he was a teacher, or taught Su Mu before, but this story might work if Su Mu made it up, if he made it up on the spot, it would be quite awkward if they found out he worked at a funeral home later.

He didn’t go inside, just chatted with Su Mu outside.

They chatted about the move, and about future studies.

Su Mu wasn’t in a hurry to go to Guanzhong County, and she didn’t even plan to take the exam there in half a year, which surprised Wen Yan a little.

Su Mu said she had been cursed, it wouldn’t be easy to find her, and even if found, it might not be a good thing.

Settle down first, talk about it slowly.

After chatting for a while, Wen Yan broached the main topic.

"There’s something, I’d like to ask your advice on."

"Mr. Wen, please speak." After being urged twice by her mother, Su Mu found the teacher’s name easier to call.

"It’s too troublesome to explain, here’s some related information, take a look, and see if you can provide any clues."

Wen Yan took out the records of the paper money workshop case for Su Mu to see.

Upon seeing these, Su Mu realized her identity had likely already been seen through by others but they hadn’t said anything, instead giving her a cover of assisting with the case.

Su Mu frowned as she looked at the case details; after a careful look, she said,

"I can be very sure, this is not something done by a Heavenly Demon.

The crossroads aren’t actually the most important.

Any intersection where decisions are made is essentially the same.

Strictly requiring a crossroads, as far as I know, isn’t something from Divine Land.

I personally think it might really be related to demons, but the focus might be on that paper money."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Wen Yan was a little surprised; this was a direction neither he nor the Scorching Sun Department had considered so far.

"Or it might be about the money."

Su Mu pondered for a while, then continued,

"Some things, I don’t remember clearly, I’ve forgotten a lot.

I remember around the early Ming period, or perhaps even earlier, there was a spread of demon attacks, a calamity of demons, and a great catastrophe of the Jiazi cycle.

Afterward, demons became very rare, the remaining demons became more well-behaved, starting to change their survival strategies.

Quite a few demons chose to pivot around gold and silver coins.

At that time, there was a little demon that needed human vitality as sustenance, but it didn’t dare go to places with many people.

In less populated places, it also feared to eat recklessly, afraid of causing negative effects and attracting an Iron Fist.

So, there was a demoted censor, I think he was a censor, anyway, he was a capital official.

That censor was frustrated and brooding, sitting alone by candlelight at night, sighing at the moon, his demotion to a remote place making it uncertain when he could be reinstated.

More troubling was that in the new place, his salary was already insufficient for the household expenses, and he also needed to pay for treatment.

He could hold up, but whether his elderly mother could hold up was uncertain.

At this moment, the little demon jumped out, telling the censor that inside the stone bench he was sitting on were hidden a thousand taels of silver.

These thousand taels of silver were hidden by a corrupt official a hundred years ago and remained undiscovered after a hundred years.

This was the money the censor was destined to have, and the little demon was just guarding this money for him.

The censor asked who the little demon was, and the little demon said, it was the Wealth Guardian, specializing in guarding wealth for people.

Since then, this little demon gained the censor’s acknowledgment, transforming into a recorded document, turned into text.

From then on, it transformed into a Wealth Guardian, able to live in the crowded city.

By guarding the wealth, it eventually took root there.

There were quite a few similar occurrences, anyway, in the aftermath of the great catastrophe, demons who cause harm purely for harm’s sake were nearly nonexistent.

Demons who killed for pleasure were completely wiped out."