The morning sun soon blazed into a hot and scorching afternoon, and the closed eyes of the youngster gently opened with a twitch.
My head feels like it's going to explode… I might've overdone it yesterday. My spirit energy was nearly burned dry, but at least…
Wen Ran's eyes landed on his master, who was sleeping soundly in the corner.
At least he's alright now. His qi seems to be stabilizing… good.
"Are you sure you saw the light coming from here?"
Wen Ran's ears perked up. A whisper—two foreign voices, both belonging to young n—drifted closer to the cave. Their movents were careful, steps asured, trying their best to remain unheard. Yet despite their efforts, they had chosen to sneak in during the day. Perhaps they were confident in their abilities… or perhaps they were simply dumb enough to walk into a tiger's den while it slept in the shadows.
Do we finally have guests? Wen Ran wasn't surprised. What did surprise him was how long it had taken for soone to catch their trail. After annihilating an entire sect, there's no way I walk away with just a slap on the wrist… The other sects will execute the mont they get the chance.
He moved to a corner where the shadow hit the wall at an angle that would shield him from view unless soone focused their full attention on it. For now, his master would serve as the perfect distraction.
I'll kill one and capture the other. I need information, and since I'm not alone right now, I can't afford to start a slaughter without knowing what I'm dealing with.
The two figures gradually ca into view. Both wore crimson Daoist robes adorned with distinct golden patterns, their shoulders draped in ornantal phoenix wing designs. A brilliant phoenix emblem sat boldly on their chests, as if screaming to the world how proud their sect was of their heritage. From the way they moved and dressed, it was obvious—their sect had poured a mountain of resources into grooming them, trying to make them shine like stars among mortals.
So that's them… the last sect I hadn't seen. Dressed like they're out for a parade, not a manhunt. How flashy…
"Who's the old man? He looks like he's about to pass on to another life," said one of them, a man with jet-black hair and a scar across his nose, a mark that gave his otherwise average face a sharp and distinct edge. He stopped short of fully entering the cave, his voice laced with amusent.
Wen Ran's expression didn't move, but inside, a chill spread across his heart.They don't recognize Master. Good… but one step closer, and I'll turn your tongue to ash.
"Why does it matter? Even that fool's on his last leg. All we care about is finding that demon brat. With the reward on his head, I could buy myself a brand new weapon," the second man said, more boldly. His voice echoed faintly through the stone. This one had hair white as snow—eerily close to Wen Ran's own shade—but unlike Wen Ran, his face was almost too pretty. Feminine. Delicate. The kind of face that would turn heads on the street and invite jealousy, not just admiration.
Wen Ran's fingers curled slightly.
Reward, huh? So I've already beco a coin purse for greedy fools... good.Now I don't need to feel bad about what's going to happen next.
He stayed hidden in the shadows, perfectly still, his heartbeat controlled, his eyes calm. His master was too weak to help, and escape was never an option.
I'll kill the loud one first… then cripple the other. Let him scream for his sect until his throat tears. Maybe then they'll think twice before chasing a demon they don't understand.
His gaze carefully followed their every step, waiting—just waiting—for the mont they turned their backs. The instant one of them gives an opening, I'll send his neck flying.
"What a pity. The brat's not here," the white-haired one muttered, his voice full of annoyance. "Just leave this old fool. Let's go search the mountains—there's no way he slipped too far in such a short ti."
"Did you forget he's traveling with a Nascent Soul expert?" the black-haired man replied with a frown, his voice lowering with caution. "One wrong step, and the two of us'll end up as ashes. That old trash is an expert in the Dao of Fire—he's not on our master's level, but he's not soone to underestimate."
Then, sothing shifted in his expression.
"Look at this…" he said, surprise flashing in his eyes as he crouched near the old man. "This old guy actually has so nice treasures." His hand reached for the pill vial that lay beside Xiao Lingyun, whose still form hadn't moved a muscle. Wen Ran didn't know whether his master was sleeping deeply or just playing the part of a helpless beggar. Either way, it didn't matter now. I'll deal with them myself.
He tightened his grip around his sword's hilt. Like a shadow slithering through moonlight, he poured all his strength into his arms and cald his heart until no emotion remained. No killing intent. No ripple in his aura.
Then, he struck.
His blade whistled through the air like a whisper, slicing straight toward the white-haired youth's exposed nape. The man hadn't even turned around—his death should have been certain.
But in the blink of an eye, a fiery glow burst across the back of his neck. Wen Ran's blade was repelled violently, bouncing back as if it had struck solid tal.
A protective talisman…? Tch. I ssed up a little. His foot slid back, steadying himself as his eyes locked onto the now-wide-eyed youth.
But that doesn't an I've lost the battle.
The young man's face went pale, his heart pounding so loud it echoed through his bones. He staggered forward in horror, one hand clutching at the back of his neck.
Who the hell…?! I almost died just now!
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