269: Chapter 269 The Otherworldly Demon, the Firebearer?

Another Yimo licked his lips: "That girl's skin is soft and tender. Stripping it off to make a saddle mat for the Young Lord would be perfect."

"The man isn't bad either. He can be used as a slave or sold to noble ladies in the city."

The three Yimo followed at a leisurely pace, their expressions relaxed.

The brother and sister rushed out of the forest, and before them lay an open stretch of barren land.

No cover, no escape route. Despair instantly washed over the girl's face, while the boy stood firm, shielding his younger sister with his own body.

Clutching a notched longsword, his arm trembled, yet he did not retreat half a step.

"Run. Why aren't you running?" The three Yimo slowly approached. One of the younger Yimo stepped back, raising a bone bow.

"Aim for the left leg this time," the leader squinted. "Let her bleed slowly. This kind of torment is the most amusing."

"Understood." The young Yimo grinned, aiming the arrowhead at the girl's knee.

The boy desperately swung his sword, but another arrow pierced through his shoulder blade, pinning him to the ground.

"Brother!" the girl screamed.

"Don't mind me, little sister, run!" The boy stared fixedly at the arrow aimed at his sister, his eyes bloodshot.

The young Yimo smiled happily, then aimed the arrow at the girl again.

Right at that moment, a strange glint flashed in the Yimo's eyes. He shifted the arrow away, pointing it in another direction.

The siblings were momentarily stunned. Following the direction of the arrowhead, they saw a black-clothed youth appear not far away.

The young Yimo's eyes lit up, a delighted smile spreading across his face: "Oh? Another Human Race member? Looks like a Human Race Cultivator, too. Our luck is good today!"

In this day and age, encountering wild Human Race Cultivators is getting harder and harder. Yet, they had managed to run into another one.

It seemed fate was favoring them.

Taking these three Human Race Cultivators back would surely earn them a handsome reward.

Seeing the newcomer, the siblings' faces instantly paled.

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes from anxiety as she shouted at the black-clothed youth: "Run! There are Yimo here!"

The boy also struggled to get up, but pinned by the shoulder, he couldn't move. He could only rasp out: "Go! Get out of here!"

The siblings wore expressions of extreme tension. In their eyes, any Human Race Cultivator appearing in the wasteland was most likely one of those secretive Fire-bringers who spread Cultivation Techniques and saved the Human Race.

Fire-bringers were too precious. The loss of even one was a great blow to the Human Race.

The siblings would rather die themselves than implicate this unfamiliar Fire-bringer.

The black-clothed youth looked at the bloodied siblings and listened to their hoarse shouts. Suddenly, he smiled.

The smile was faint, yet inexplicably reassuring.

"Don't worry."

For some reason, seeing this smile, a strange feeling suddenly surged in the siblings' hearts.

They just felt safe, secure, as if even if the sky fell, someone would hold it up.

But this feeling only made their hearts ache more.

If such a Fire-bringer were discovered by Yimo Clan experts while saving them, they would become sinners of the Human Race!

"Sir, please, you must leave!" The girl's voice grew hoarse from shouting. "They'll call for reinforcements! Once the Yimo Clan army arrives, escape will be impossible!"

The three Yimo also grew excited.

"A Fire-bringer? Haha, we might have encountered a Fire-bringer!" The leader's eyes gleamed.

"This is perfect! We're about to earn a great merit! Capturing this Fire-bringer will guarantee us no small reward upon our return!"

The other two Yimo immediately abandoned their playful demeanor. Light shone from their twin horns as their aura surged dramatically.

Facing a Fire-bringer, a small team like theirs dared not be careless.

The three Yimo drew their bone bows to full draw, arrowheads simultaneously aimed at Jiang Hao.

A terrifying killing intent spread, pressing down on the siblings until they could barely breathe.

They watched everything in despair, their hearts filled with unbearable guilt!

Yet the black-clothed youth showed no panic. He merely glanced at the three Yimo.

Jiang Hao hadn't expected that after all these years, he would one day be pointed at by arrows from minor Cultivators at the Four Extremities Transforming into Dragon stage. Truly, the world is unpredictable.

"Sigh!"

Then, Jiang Hao raised his hand and gave a gentle wave.

The Void Realm rippled, and the three Yimo vanished.

Just vanished into thin air.

No screams, no struggle, not even a corpse remained.

Where the three Yimo had stood, only a scattering of tiny light points remained, drifting in the air like fireflies before completely disappearing.

The final thought of the three Yimo before death was:

What kind of terrifyingly powerful expert was this? How could such a terrifying Human Race Fire-bringer exist in this remote place? And why did they have to run into him?

The siblings were stunned.

They stared wide-eyed at the now-empty patch of barren land, then looked at the black-clothed youth who remained utterly calm.

"This... this..." The girl opened her mouth but couldn't find words.

The boy also forgot the pain in his shoulder, staring dumbfounded at Jiang Hao.

This Fire-bringer... was he too strong?

Such a method... they had not only never seen it before, they had never even heard of it.

"At least Great Master Realm..." the boy murmured. "No, possibly King Realm..."

They exchanged a glance, seeing the shock mirrored in each other's eyes.

Their luck was too good! To encounter a Fire-bringer of this level!

But after the initial excitement, their expressions changed again.

And they became even more anxious than before.

"Fire-bringer, Sir, you must leave quickly!"

The girl rushed forward, disregarding propriety between men and women, reaching out to push the black-clothed youth away.

"You killed a Yimo Clan squad. They'll discover it soon. The Yimo Clan army will come!"

The boy also struggled to his feet, clutching his shoulder. "Sir, although you are powerful, the Yimo Clan has armies, has true powerhouses. Please, leave! Don't worry about us!"

In the current Dao Xuan Realm, the Yimo Clan was synonymous with invincibility.

No single Fire-bringer, no matter how strong, could oppose the entire Yimo Clan.

Jiang Hao looked at the siblings but said nothing.

He merely raised his hand and gave another gentle wave.

The siblings felt their vision blur and their footing become unsteady, as if passing through a curtain of water.

When their sight cleared, they were no longer on that barren plain.

Before them was a beautifully scenic valley, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, a babbling stream, and Spiritual Qi so dense it resembled mist.

"This... where is this?" the girl asked blankly. How had the location changed in an instant?

"Don't worry. This place is safe," a gentle voice came from behind them.

The siblings whirled around to find the black-clothed youth standing three zhang behind them, having appeared there at some unknown time.

"Sir, you..." The girl opened her mouth, unsure what to say.

Jiang Hao looked at them and asked with a smile, "What are your names?"

"I'm Zhao Ning. My brother is Zhao Cheng," the girl answered honestly.

Zhao Cheng forced himself to stand straight and clasped his fists in salute. The wound on his shoulder was still oozing blood, his face frighteningly pale. "We thank you, Sir, for saving our lives!"

Their hearts were filled with immense shock.

To move them from the wasteland to this valley with a casual wave... they had never even heard of such a method.

This Fire-bringer was undoubtedly a pillar of strength for the Human Race in the Dao Xuan Realm, very likely a peerless Prodigy from a Human Race Holy Land!

Perhaps someone who could one day become an Elder of a Human Race Holy Land!

But now was not the time to discuss this.

Zhao Ning urgently said, "Sir, you killed those three Yimo. They'll discover it soon. The Yimo Clan has secret arts to trace the cause of their clansmen's deaths.

Especially the Tian Sheng Palace—it has many powerhouses. You must leave, go into hiding quickly. Don't let them find you."

Zhao Cheng also nodded urgently. "Yes. We siblings are not important people. Our deaths wouldn't matter. But you must not come to harm. You are a Fire-bringer, the hope of the Human Race!"