179: Sword of Worry-Free
“Can we still get out of here alive…?”
Sun Yun Sheng muttered, his voice full of bitterness, yet his face was expressionless. This was because the experiences of the past half-day had left him numb.
“Perhaps, perhaps….”
Even Chen Ping, who always had the most tricks up his sleeve, couldn't say anything. His dream of becoming a bandit…
This seemingly beautiful dream was like a soap bubble, bursting with a single poke.
The speed was so fast, it truly felt like a hallucination.
At this moment, if one were to look closely at Chen Ping’s eyes, they would find that the gaze of this future ‘Mountain King’ seemed to contain… a hint of despair?
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Who knew how much time had passed? Perhaps only an instant, or perhaps several hours.
Suddenly, Jia Hao, who had also been standing there blankly, cried out, “Look, there’s a fire over there!”
Fire, the origin of humanity. Seeing fire makes people feel warmth and the presence of food from the bottom of their hearts, symbolizing light, resistance, and hope!
“It’s Huang Tou! It must be Huang Tou and the others who dealt with that monster and are looking for us!”
“Let’s go, we’ll head over!”
The three immediately became invigorated and ran towards the direction of the fire. Their eyes were fixed, staring intently at the source of the light, fearing that if they blinked, they would open their eyes to find themselves back where they started.
They ran and ran, seemingly for a while, yet they still hadn't reached the fire.
The few of them couldn't help but feel strange. Peach Blossom Village wasn't large, and with the foot speed of a Martial Artist, they should have been able to run back and forth multiple times by now.
Yet now, the further they ran, the further away the fire seemed to get…
Could it be…
Suddenly, even though they tried hard to keep their eyes open, at this moment, their vision blurred.
When they came to their senses again, they had successfully arrived at the place where the fire was glowing.
However, Chen Ping and the other two couldn't be happy, because…
“Are you all displeased with this old man’s poor hospitality, leaving in such a hurry? This old man had quite a time finding you…”
Tao Wu was seen holding a torch, speaking with a forced smile. Behind him were several other villagers, also holding torches and wearing eerie smiles.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to smile, but because Tao Wu and these people had skin that looked like old tree bark, mottled and uneven, with wood-like whiskers protruding from their orifices.
When they smiled, only their skin moved, not their flesh!
Such terrifying appearances could only be found in the ghost stories told by parents and elders to scare children in their childhood!
Yet now, they appeared vividly before everyone…
“You… I…”
“No…”
Chen Ping stammered, completely flustered. His words were incoherent, making it difficult to understand what he meant.
“Run!!!!”
Someone, no one knew who, suddenly yelled at the top of their lungs. The three of them, snot and tears streaming, gasping for breath, frantically fled towards the opening deliberately left by Tao Wu and the others.
The three were like wild dogs falling into water, or defeated soldiers, disregarding all directions, like headless flies, rushing with all their might wherever there was a path.
“Run, run, run with all your might!”
Tao Wu held up the torch, looking at Chen Ping as if he were looking at livestock, a hint of amusement in his eyes. His steps seemed slow but were actually fast, always trailing about ten meters behind the three, neither too far nor too close.
Perhaps, in his opinion, Martial Artists who were too docile tasted too bland. Only active Martial Artists had a strong enough flavor!
The other villagers were the same, holding torches, taking one step at a time, spreading out. When Chen Ping and the other two passed a fork in the road, the villagers would suddenly appear, forcing them to change direction.
This scene was like a shepherd herding sheep, or a farmer raising chickens, but the roles within it were reversed…
Moreover, they seemed completely unafraid of Chen Ping and the others successfully escaping!
As Chen Ping and the other two ran, the scene before them gradually became familiar…
White walls and green tiles, surrounded by a sturdy brick wall built with glutinous rice lime mortar, the most impressive house in the village…
Isn’t this where they initially escaped from!
Tao Wu’s courtyard!
They even saw the monster that had swallowed their companion alive through the open gate. However, at this moment, the monster was squatting on the ground, looking very wronged, which was truly comical!
This large courtyard was much grander than the other mud huts in the village. The white walls and green tiles were particularly striking, and there was also a circle of brick walls built with glutinous rice lime mortar around it.
Chen Ping and the other two immediately slowed down, wanting to turn around and change direction.
But as soon as their speed decreased, the distance between them and Tao Wu instantly shortened significantly. They seemed to see countless insects stirring beneath Tao Wu’s tree-bark-like appearance, causing his facial skin to writhe back and forth!
And to change direction, the men who had been chiseling ice for fish during the day, and the women chatting at the entrance, were watching them menacingly from the side.
Death was certain whether they faced it or tried to avoid it…
So, Chen Ping and the other two closed their eyes and returned to the courtyard!
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At this moment, Tao Gu’s hand revealed fingernails over three inches long, stained crimson, like sharp daggers.
Whoosh!
Han Yi and the others only felt their vision blur, and her body had vanished from its original spot.
Suddenly, Tao Gu appeared like a ghost, three feet in front of Han Yi.
Her gleaming, cold fingernails gently reached towards Han Yi’s neck, as if caressing a lover.
If these were to graze him, it wouldn't just be a matter of bleeding and injury; he would likely end up with five holes!
This Tao Gu was indeed different from her brainless son. Right from the start, she saw that Han Yi was the most dangerous person, and at this moment, Han Yi had just fought Da Mao and had expended a lot of his stamina…
Therefore, her first move was to take Han Yi’s life!
“Stop!”
Qian Xue’s face was filled with fear, but she didn’t retreat at all. Instead, she drew her sword and blocked in front of Han Yi.
Clang!
At this moment, suddenly, like a mantis stalking a cicada, with an oriole behind, a long sword was abruptly unsheathed, like a submerged Dragon emerging from the abyss, drawing a perfect arc in the air, blocking Tao Gu’s sharp claws a step before Qian Xue.
This sword was entirely silver-white, three feet and six inches long, with a blade as thin as paper, clearly a fine treasure sword.
“Holding a three-foot sword, Sword Qi stirs the four directions…”
Seeing everyone’s gaze focused on him, Bai Sanren flamboyantly recited a poem and performed a beautiful sword flourish.
“Han Boy, I’ll hold off this enchanting monster. You go deal with the situation over there…”
He spoke calmly, as if everything was under his control. Under the hazy moonlight, his body shimmered with light, giving off the aura of a peerless master.
“Alright…”
Han Yi secretly chuckled to himself. He guessed that Sanren Bai was annoyed that he had inexplicably fallen unconscious earlier, failing to contribute and even causing trouble. Now he wanted to make amends and show that an old warhorse still had some fight left in him!
However, on normal days, Bai Sanren, with his flowing white beard, would joke around and act harmless, like someone just there to make up the numbers…
But Han Yi knew clearly that this was just his nature. If it really came down to it, Bai Sanren’s Late Blood Refinement Stage Realm was the highest among them all!
At this moment, Bai Sanren, holding his family heirloom sword, the Wu Chou Sword, had a comprehensive combat power of ‘77~92’!