Chapter 1298: Chapter 1285: Do You Need to Carry You?_1 Chapter 1298: Chapter 1285: Do You Need to Carry You?_1 “Senior’s mastery is profound, surely you’re not an unknown person, so why won’t you reveal your identity? Are you looking down on us juniors?”
Mu Fan received Qing Yuan’s spiritual ssage, asking him to stall for a mont. Being a person of cold temperant and disliking verbosity, he had no choice but to rack his brain and struggle in this life or death situation.
“Hehe, little one, no need for idle talk. Hand over the Spiritual Artifact Fragnts as soon as possible, and I’ll let the two of you live.”
The old man seed to see through his intentions. The powerful Mana of the Nascent Soul stage radiated from his body, with the oppressive aura confronting them.
“Senior, what do you an by this? Are you trying to rob us?”
Mu Fan’s face changed drastically, struggling to support his exhausted body, refusing to yield under the oppressive aura.
“Spiritual Artifact Fragnts are supre treasures, unworthy of you!”
The old man’s face darkened, his eyes showing ruthlessness: “Little one, hand it over if you know what’s good for you, or else I’ll take it by force.”
Mu Fan unsheathed his sword, his eyes cold as ice: “Supre treasures belong to those with fate. Since Mu Fan obtained the Spiritual Artifact Fragnts, Mu Fan is the fated person. How can you say I’m unworthy?”
“Hmph! Seeking your own death.”
The old man’s ferocity was fully revealed. His five fingers ford claws, filled with deadly killing intent, and he grabbed at Mu Fan’s throat like a bolt of lightning.
“Go.”
In that critical mont, a huge circle ford under their feet, carrying mysterious inscriptions.
Qing Yuan grabbed Mu Fan’s hand, and through the transportation array, vanished from their original spot.
“Damn!”
The old man’s face changed drastically, and he forcefully slapped the air a few tis, unable to locate the duo, gritting his teeth in anger.
“You two ignorant fools, daring to play with . Once I catch you, I’ll make sure you die a horrible death.”
“Hmph!”
Having been transported tens of miles away through the teleportation array, Qing Yuan inadvertently glanced in the direction of the Stone Forest and revealed a cold smile on her lips.
“Ignorant old thing, daring to dig on the head of Tai Sui. If it weren’t for this girl needing to hide her true power, you wouldn’t have been so arrogant.”
“Do you need to carry you?”
A low, pleasing voice sounded in her ears. Mu Fan, supporting his crumbling body, looked concerned.
“Yes!”
Qing Yuan’s eyes lit up, and without hesitation, she jumped onto his back. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and her cheek naturally rested on his shoulder.
A faint breath sprayed onto his neck, and the soothing fragrance entered his nose, carrying a trace of sweetness, tempting one’s imagination.
Mu Fan’s back stiffened, and subconsciously shook his head, casting off the chaotic thoughts. He strode forward.
*
Under the dark night sky, in the secluded and uninhabited deep mountains and valleys, Mu Fan carried the young man as they hurried along, gradually leaving the Scarlet Mountain Range and heading towards the crowded city.
“Senior Brother Mu, where are we going?”
Qing Yuan looked listless, lying on his back, occasionally coughing weakly, making anyone who heard it tremble with fear.
“We’ll find an inn and rest for the night.”
Mu Fan continued walking without stopping, his sensitive nerves staying taut the entire ti, vigilantly observing the surrounding environnt.
“Not too far ahead, there seems to be a small village.”
Qing Yuan’s sharp eyes spotted a faint light not far ahead, her face showing surprise: “Why don’t we find a place to stay for the night in the village? That way, you won’t have to tire yourself out.”
“Sounds good.”
After half a day of fierce battle, Mu Fan was extrely exhausted. Moreover, carrying Qing Yuan had been half a Shichen (1 hour), pushing his body to the brink of collapse. He needed to recover his energy as soon as possible.
“Senior Brother Mu, let down please. I’ve already rested, and I can walk on my own.”
Qing Yuan glanced at the cold sweat on his forehead, took out a snow-white handkerchief, and gently wiped his sweat away.
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