Chapter 386: A Free Gift
Translator: Cynthia Editor: TYZ/KLKL
Zhao Boan was fleeing for his life and his brain was completely blank.
He had just witnessed his caravan being cleared up within a very short period of ti. Yes, it was "cleared up", as if the guards he’d hired with a large sum of money were nothing more than rubbish and were cleared up imdiately by a broom.
And his enemy was only one person.
Zhao Boan’s heart was like dead ashes.
He had spent all his savings and a huge loan he borrowed in order to knock together this caravan, which was fully loaded with wood elental materials. If he’d managed to make it to the Wilderness, he could have made at least ten tis profit.
If he succeeded, he would beco famous. But if he failed, he would be dood eternally.
The huge amount of debt would kill him. All the creditors would co to him and take away everything he had, including his life.
He didn’t want to die.
He tried to negotiate with the looter and implored him to let him go. But the looter seed to have heard nothing. All his guards had run for their lives, as life was the most critical thing at this critical mont.
Zhao Boan, however, could not escape. Without the goods, he was dead at anyway.
Pale-faced, he was shivering all over and was stamring to beg for rcy. But the next scene he saw made him desperate.
The person removed his cloak, and it turned out to be a grass-lotus puppet. It opened the carriage gates of the Three Leaves Bamboo Carts and poured all the materials into its mouth. Its grass and lotus body was not strong, but was like a bottomless pit that could never be filled.
The grass-lotus puppet poured the wood elental materials from each cart, one by one, into his mouth.
Zhao Boan beca more and more desperate. When half of the materials were gone, Zhao Boan knew he was finished.
But as soon as this idea occurred to him, he was no longer afraid, and suddenly broke out into curses.
He was not good at cursing at all, but he racked his brains to collect all the curses in his mind and used them on the puppet.
The grass-lotus puppet was stunned, and ca to his senses only after a while. He was irritated, and rushed towards Zhao Boan furiously.
Zhao Boan thought he no longer cared about life or death, but when he was faced with the ferocious grass-lotus puppet, his mind went blank and all his courage was gone. He howled in fear and turned to run at once.
The instinct to survive didn’t leave him any room to think further.
Zhao Boan never knew that he could run so fast, like a mad dog. Even the grass-lotus puppet was left far behind him.
Just at this mont, he noticed that soone was not far in front of him. Like a drowning man who grabbed a straw, he would not miss the chance and shouted loudly, "Help! Help!"
Qing Feng also noticed the figure in the front, but he didn’t intend to stop at all. He was also outraged.
His mission had completely failed. The Ling Residence collapsed, the ancient treasure was missing, Xiao Shuren committed suicide, Qing Feng himself was severely injured, and the nether lotus seeds suffered a great loss.
Qing Feng had been working for Grandmaster Dai and had accomplished nurous tasks. This was the first ti that he had been so awkward. He was an arrogant guy, and the failures were a slap in the face.
He was furious and resentful.
If his opponent was Karakorum Savant, he would not be so furious. After all, it would be normal for him to lose to the first ever master swordsman ever.
But who was Chu Zhaoyang?
A nobody!
He was wounded by a nobody’s sword!
Not only his body, but his mind and spirit had also been wounded by this accident. These days he always woke up with nightmares at midnight. Fragntary mind and spirit were taboos for elentalists, because ntal recovery was far more difficult than physical recovery.
The sky palace had always been the most mysterious palace.
Moreover, Qing Feng was a grass-lotus puppet. His body was not his own, but consisted of grass and lotus, and therefore rejected his mind in many aspects. Many of his weird behaviors were due to such rejections.
Usually he had to take dicine to restrain these adverse reactions.
The dicine was prescribed by his master, who once told him frankly that so far he could not solve the problem of adverse reactions.
After the injury, all the adverse reactions that had been restrained before imdiately reappeared. Qing Feng realized that his body was like a broken machine that went out of control now and then. Sotis his hands and feet ca loose and beca knotted grass ropes, or his body lost balance. Such incidents occurred endlessly. Otherwise he would have already killed this little bug.
The wood elental materials he had devoured had largely restored his elental energy. Although not as effective as his master’s mud pool, the wood elental energy he extracted from the materials was nourishing for his body.
This place was far away from the dangerous Silver City. So there was nothing to fear.
Silver City was really horrible. It seed to be a shabby house that might fall down at any mont, but once you stepped into it, you would find that crisis and traps were everywhere.
Seeing the figure ahead, Qing Feng didn’t pay much attention. He wouldn’t bother to kill them both.
It was a pity that eating human beings could not restore his elental energy. Qing Feng licked his lips in disappointnt.
Wood elental materials were hard to find, but elentalists were everywhere.
Qing Feng was annoyed that Zhao Boan cried for help and hid behind so passer-by.
Little Bug, if you thought that anyone is competent to fight against , then you’re too naive!
With a grim smile, Qing Feng said ambiguously, "I didn’t want to kill you. You asked for it!"
Qing Feng opened his palms and the grass cords stretched and almost covered Ai Hui like five whips.
He was wounded by Chu Zhaoyang, which made him resentful towards all swordsn. Now that he saw a bone sword in Ai Hui’s hand, his killing intent was stronger than ever.
Ai Hui was happy when he realized, after a glance, that Qing Feng hadn’t recovered from his injuries. Ai Hui had absorbed two elental elixirs in the last few days that greatly improved his elental level. Moreover, he was devoted to in summarizing his understandings which largely improved his swordsmanship.
So he shouted loudly, in a similar tone to Qing Feng, "I didn’t want to kill you. You asked for it!"
And the Dragonspine directly confronted the grass cords.
Qing Feng was surprised by Ai Hui’s shout, and beca more furious.
Their speeds were very fast. The five grass cords constituted a thick net and swept towards Ai Hui like a violent storm. But to his surprise, his enemy was not slower than him at all.
The thick sounds of crashing was like rain rattling on banana leaves.
Ripples of elental energy appeared, spread and were smashed between them.
At this mont, Qing Feng realized sothing weird. This guy’s swordsmanship was good!
He couldn’t figure it out why so many strong swordsn had erged all of a sudden. They seed to be neck and neck, but Qing Feng already wanted to quit, since he hadn’t fully recovered and he still feared swordsn from the bottom of his heart.
So once he encountered a master-hand, he wanted to escape.
But then he noticed, in fear, an attraction to his grass cords coming from the guy’s sword. His grass cords were sucked in, making him unable to escape.
What kind of swordsmanship was it?
He felt more fearful.
But Ai Hui felt fine. After all, Qing Feng had a solid foundation and great strength. The grass cords that stretched from his fingers were like the tentacles of an octopus that were extrely flexible and fast.
Ai Hui realized that his stabs could hardly follow the grass cords’ speed. He had never t with an enemy whose attacks were so fast. With such a high frequency, there was no ti for him to use any fancy moves, and he could only fight back with the basic stabbing attack.
Crack, crack, crack!
Sounds of explosions could be heard up in the sky. Each collision was accompanied by a light that flickered between the two.
Realizing that he was on the disadvantageous side, he put his other hand into the fight. Ten grass cords imdiately caught Ai Hui unprepared and whipped him several tis.
Qing Feng was overjoyed. The ten grass cords attacked towards Ai Hui at the speed of lightning.
Ai Hui was awkward dodging the attack and was almost pierced by the cords several tis.
This made Qing Feng more excited. As long as his enemy was pierced by his grass cord, his blood could be drained within a short period of ti.
The ten grass cords were even more faster and transford into an illusory image.
Crack, crack, crack!
The sound beca louder, and the light shrouding Ai Hui beca brighter.
One second, two seconds...five seconds...ten seconds...
Qing Feng found, in astonishnt, that Ai Hui was wobbling and seed as if he was about to fall, but he never really fell.
Damn it! Why?
Qing Deng began to feel anxious. His elental energy was being consud fast. He had accumulated this energy from the elental materials he had just devoured.
Once his elental energy was used up, he could not even run for his life.
So he suddenly started an even faster attack that suppressed Ai Hui and made him very awkward. But this ti, he didn’t hesitate and decided to turn and run at once.
Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze...
Ai Hui was soaked in sweat. This was the first ti that he’d encountered such a high-frequency attack. If it were not for the improvent of his swordsmanship, he would be dood this ti.
But luckily, he managed to withstand the attack. When his enemy’s moves were at their fastest, he totally reacted with his instincts. The speed at which he stabbed with his swords was faster than his thinking.
Under such high pressure, Ai Hui could feel the change in his moves. His stabs beca faster, and the gestures and angles of his attack beca more reasonable.
Ai Hui, soaked in sweat, breathed heavily. He stared at Qing Feng who was running away as if he was a priceless treasure.
Trying to escape?
Ai Hui smiled evilly. No precious things could escape from him!
Flapping his Starry Gem Swordwings, he rushed forward like lightning.
The Dragonspine was as flexible as a snake. It stabbed forward and kept dispersing the air in front of Ai Hui to reduce the resistance. Thus, Ai Hui’s speed was again raised to a higher level.
Qing Feng, who was fleeing, heard the thundering sound behind him. He turned back and was scared by what he saw.
Behind them, Zhao Boan was dumbstruck to see that the grass-lotus puppet that was trying to kill him was now running for his life in a huge panic.
And then, the swordsman also rushed out at an amazing speed. He watched the swordsman speeding up and up and up in a supernatural way. Suddenly, after a deafening thunder, the air around him suddenly exploded, creating a ring-shaped shock wave.
The ring-shaped shock wave seed to freeze in the air, but the figure in the circle disappeared.
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