47: Chapter 47 Unparalleled Beauty, Fairy Saves the Day

Fierce wind howled, swirling rubble and broken tiles on the long street.

Boom!

A grey-robed figure smashed through the archway at the end of the street, landing heavily.

The entire street trembled.

The person was gaunt as a stick, with a hooked nose, sunken eye sockets, and disheveled grey hair dancing wildly in the wind.

The Tang Family Old Ancestor, Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan.

The pressure of the Foundation Establishment Early Stage was released without reservation.

Those Loose Cultivators who could not escape in time were pressed firmly to the ground by this force, unable to move.

Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan ignored these ants, his gaze locked onto the corpse on horseback.

Tang Wenliang's neck was broken, his head drooping, and a tiny blood hole at his temple was still seeping black blood.

"Liang'er!"

The dry wail was piercing; tears streamed down Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan's face.

He had a son in his old age and doted on this grandson above all else; usually, he could not even bear to speak a harsh word to him, yet now he had been killed in the street.

He turned his head abruptly, his hateful gaze locking onto the white-clad woman in the pile of corpses.

"Was it you, this cheap maid, who killed my grandson?"

Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan's gaunt fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles making a "crackling" sound, his voice venomous.

"I will extract your soul and refine your spirit!"

Yao Shifei stood where she was, neither retreating nor explaining.

Corpses littered the ground, the evidence was ironclad.

Since the person who laid the trap dared to make a move, they would not leave any flaws for her to clear her name.

This was a death trap forcing her to fight for her life.

She pulled the wooden hairpin from her head.

Three thousand strands of black hair lost their restraint, cascading down like a black waterfall.

The wooden hairpin swelled in the wind, transforming into a three-foot green blade, the edge shimmering with water-like light.

"Courting death!"

Seeing her dare to draw a sword, Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan laughed in anger.

His withered claws probed into the air, violent true Qi left his body, condensing into a ghostly claw several feet large in mid-air, carrying a pungent, fishy wind as it covered the space above her.

The sword light met the ghostly claw.

The green blade lasted only half a breath before shattering inch by inch.

The violent air wave slammed into Yao Shifei's chest without obstruction.

She gave a muffled groan, sliding back a dozen steps, plowing two deep trenches into the bluestone floor.

The fierce wind blew away the white veil she wore year-round.

On the long street, all noise, along with the flying dust, paused at this moment.

Those Loose Cultivators lying on the ground, struggling to survive, even if they were in pain enough to faint, forgot even to wail the moment they looked up and saw that face.

The grief-stricken Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan even stopped his reaching claw mid-air.

It was a face of isolated, cold beauty.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like cold stars, her pale skin revealing an astonishing beauty.

She possessed a dignified, inviolable, and aloof temperament.

Such appearance should not have appeared in this filthy, muddy Heifeng Pass.

In Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan's murky old eyes, the pain of losing his grandson was suppressed, replaced by undisguised greed.

"Good, what a beautiful little medicine maid."

The old man's shriveled lips licked his yellowed teeth, smiling nauseatingly.

"I have changed my mind. Since Liang'er did not have the fortune to enjoy you, tonight, I will enjoy such beauty on his behalf."

The green ghostly claw in mid-air changed from a palm to a grab, suppressing some of the killing intent, and lunged straight at Yao Shifei's slender waist.

There was no retreat.

A flash of determination crossed Yao Shifei's eyes.

Even if she died, she would never allow such filthy things to touch her in the slightest.

Her wrist turned, and a vermilion-gold bracelet slid into her palm.

The surface of the bracelet was covered in archaic fire-feather patterns; as soon as it appeared, the surrounding temperature rose by several degrees out of thin air.

Low Grade True Artifact, golden crow bracelet.

This was the only trump card she took with her when she left Medicine King Valley.

"Go!"

Yao Shifei bit the tip of her tongue, spraying a mouthful of essence blood onto the bracelet, pouring all her remaining spiritual power into it without reservation.

The vermilion-gold light flared, so bright it was blinding.

A phantom of a golden crow, its wings wreathed in flames, flapped out from the bracelet, emitting a cry that pierced metal and split stone.

The air was distorted by the high heat, and the green ghostly claw that reached out touched the fire of the golden crow, instantly incinerated into nothingness.

The golden crow phantom's momentum did not fade, dragging a long flame tail as it crashed into Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan's chest.

Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan recognized this as a True Artifact, and his expression changed drastically.

How could such a treasure appear in this backwater?

He did not dare to be careless, hurriedly sacrificing a black iron shield to block in front of him.

"Sss—"

A harsh melting sound rang out.

The High Grade Spiritual Artifact black iron shield, sufficient to withstand a full-force blow from a Cultivator of the same rank, was actually melted through by the golden crow's fire, creating a large hole.

A cluster of sparks splashed through the hole onto Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan's left shoulder.

The smell of scorched flesh instantly filled the air.

"Ah!"

Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan screamed and retreated a dozen steps, his protective true Qi broken, half of his grey robe turned to ash, and his left arm was burnt black, revealing white bones.

This blow injured him, causing the true Qi in his body to fluctuate.

The Tang Family Old Ancestor, who had rampaged through Black Wind City for over thirty years, had actually been fundamentally injured by a small Qi Refining female Cultivator!

Yao Shifei knelt on the ground, gasping for air.

Sweat soaked her white dress, outlining her graceful curves.

Forcing a True Artifact beyond her rank had completely drained the spiritual power in her Qi Sea, her Meridians spasmed in pain, and she did not even have the strength to move a finger.

The golden crow bracelet's light dimmed, falling into the muddy water.

Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan steadied himself, looking at his ruined left arm, his face twisted.

"Little bitch! Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! I will chop off your limbs and turn you into a human stick!"

A dark blue short sword slid from his sleeve, turning into a stream of light, aiming straight for Yao Shifei's Dantian.

This was to destroy her cultivation and cut off all her capital for resistance.

Yao Shifei closed her eyes, giving up resistance.

The person in the dark, what a brilliant scheme, what ruthless methods.

Unfortunately, she could not hold on until that person appeared.

The short sword broke through the air, the cold Sword Qi already cutting through the clothes at her lower abdomen.

Just as the dark blue short sword was less than half an inch from her Qi Sea.

"Ding."

A very light, crisp sound.

The Flying Sword, carrying the rage of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, was casually struck on the sword spine by a crystal-clear, half-eaten spiritual fruit.

The Flying Sword let out a whimper, its light extinguished, and it slanted into the dirt wall in the distance, only the hilt vibrating and humming.

Immediately after, a crisp, melodious female voice drifted down from the teahouse on the second floor across the street, the voice carrying a bit of laziness and coquettishness.

"Old shameless one, bullying a weak woman in broad daylight, what kind of skill is that."

Everyone was shocked, looking up in unison.

A white silhouette drifted down from the second-floor window.

She wore a gorgeous white feather garment, the skirt shimmering with light, not stained with a speck of dust.

Three thousand strands of black hair were not tied up, scattered casually.

A pair of snow-white jade feet were bare, yet she walked through the air, steps as light as ripples.

This woman was extremely aggressive in her beauty, making people feel ashamed, not even having the courage to look directly at her.

Her ethereal eyes had both the innocence of not knowing the world and seemed to see through everything.

Two completely different temperaments merged within her, making people's hearts flutter.

Yuan Chu tapped her toes on the ground, landing steadily in front of Yao Shifei, standing with her hands behind her back, smiling at the horrified Foundation Establishment Cultivator Tang Baichuan.

Above the teahouse.

Jiang Feng leaned against the mahogany chair back, lifted the freshly refilled spiritual tea, and slowly scraped off the tea foam.

He watched downstairs with great interest.

His little girl's entrance was becoming more and more grand.