My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It

"I'd have to discuss that with my son, apparently…"

The Monk chuckled, twirling his beard. "Just tell me this: is your son a bad person at heart?"

"Absolutely no. He is like an angel at heart, just that he is a bit too much of a realist," Yue Li said with full confidence. "And there is nothing he wouldn't do for me. He is a very good child."

"Hmm…" The old man scratched his hair, muttering, "To think that I would rely on a demon to complete one of my vows. The world really is a weird place. But even if I bring her back with me, I would have no place to hide her, and I am not strong enough to fight the Fang Family by myself, nor their backing…"

Yue Li looked at the old man, her heart full of worry. Was this old man really stronger than Xiao Li? Doesn't Demon Restraining Temple hunt down demons? Was her son in trouble?

"Look here. Where are you from if you tell me I won't harm your son," The old man said, a weird smile on his face.

Yue Li didn't know whether to answer it or not, but she didn't have to think anymore. A black sword calmly rested on Monk Hen Shin's neck. "Is it enough if I am the one who tells you that, Old Monk Hen Shin," the voice that asked was cold and violent, but Hen Shin only smiled.

"What an interesting duo you both are: a mother with Sacred Talents and a son obsessed with her who is hiding his cultivation," he said, "Tell me, just out of curiosity, how were you trained?"

Han Li calmly spoke, "You, monk, certainly seem to have a talent for peeping into others' lives. Isn't it a rule of you people to abstain from idle chatter?"

In fact, so good at peeping that Han Li didn't even know he had been looked into.

The monk blinked, his profound eyes filled with curiosity of the young man behind him. "Rules are meant to be broken, my child who had chosen the demonic path. Now tell me just one thing: are you worthy of me entrusting this girl to you?"

Han Li frowned. His sword in this man's neck was nothing but empty threats. He wouldn't stand a chance against him. He hated this. He hated this so much! His guts were wrenching inside; his emotions were roiling, telling him to sink the sword into the monk. Losing control… he hated that. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He smiled, his calm gaze locked onto the old man's neck. "Am I worthy?" Han Li laughed.

The old man frowned. Had he misjudged this boy's character?

His belief was that even among demons, there existed trustworthy people, and with his experience, he could see through the facade of a youth like Han Li if he tried to act. He wanted to leave Little Ruo in their hands and threaten them with a visit some months later; he would see immediately once he returned whether it was a good choice and immediately travel to their location. He had no one else here in the Demon World to whom he could entrust this child, not even the disciples of the Temple who were currently here. Fang Family was dangerous. It was best done under the wraps.

'As expected, leaving them in a demon's hand is not the way, Hen Shin. You are becoming too naive with age,' the old monk said to himself, but then he thought of the expensive medicine that Ruo had already been fed. (the honey candy) and couldn't help but think again. There was also a mother in front of him who seemed confident in her son.

Both the youth and his mother are far too young to deceive me.

"Are you worthy?" The old man asked, his tone a turn colder. If he was laughed at again, he had no issue taking a hand away from the youth as a lesson. It should curb his arrogance.

He had forgotten. All young Sacred Talents were like this, after all.

Han Li stopped chuckling. His red eyes focused on the man who could kill him easily. "Am I worthy? I do not know Monk. But what I do know is, I'd fight you to protect her if it came to it."

The Old Man looked at him with his shimmering black eyes. "That was not a lie. If it were, you'd be dead."

"Lie detection? A very good Magical Power. And your chanting speed is so ungodly I didn't even notice," Han Li praised.

"Where are you from?"

"Sacred Lust Continent, Southern Lust City, name Han Li, the sole son of Yue Li. I am a man who doesn't like attention, so I'd prefer you not speak of me."

A brown fruit appeared in the old man's hand, and he threw it at Yue Li. "Use that fruit; you can temporarily put living beings in your empty space. Three months later, I will come to Southern Lust. If Ruo is not treated well by then, I'll kill your son."

Yue Li caught the fruit and looked at Han Li.

The old man looked at Han Li for the last time. "As long as there is a little spot of compassion in your heart, there is always a hope of redemption. I usually abhor demons, yet I admire the true demons who can sacrifice anything for their obsession. Is your mother your obsession and clinging that you use to love life?"

Han Li looked at him with a bit of surprise.

"Monks should abstain from idle chatter," he calmly replied and pulled back his sword as a red mist started to rise from the ground. A second later, both the monk and the boy smiled as all of them vanished from the cavern and were pulled into another space.