“You villains, not a single one of you is escaping today!”
Looking at the white-robed youth who had just drawn his sword and made his declaration, Zi Menghan’s thin eyebrows twitched repeatedly.
Her pretty little face was the picture of a stomachache.
At this moment, it felt as if 10,000 alpacas were stampeding through her heart.
She had never encountered such rotten luck in her life.
‘Why are my subordinates’ mouths so foul? Why did they have to go and provoke that white-robed boy for no reason?’
Isn’t this just looking for trouble!
Now look what happened.
He actually thinks I’m some village girl kidnapped by mountain bandits…
‘Dammit, why did things turn out like this?’
Zi Menghan felt a massive headache coming on.
Just then, the other Demon Cultivators in the cave stood up one after another.
Their gazes were fierce as they stared at the white-robed youth who had declared war.
They looked ready to finish him off right there.
Seeing this, Zi Menghan sighed silently.
She had no choice but to tacitly allow her subordinates to act.
There was no other way.
Although she had no grudge against this youth — and even quite admired his handsome face — they were on opposite sides of the divide between good and evil.
She would have to settle this quickly and pack up her things to flee before any other righteous cultivators noticed…
“Kid, since you’re so hell-bent on seeking death, don’t blame us for not giving you a chance.”
The burly man in the lead drew a demonic sword from his waist, his gaze malicious.
*Boom!*
He took a sudden step forward and swung his sword at the white-robed youth.
He Qiu pulled the Sword Spirit Can Xue from the ground and shifted his stance.
With a simple upward flick of his blade, he easily parried the force of the burly man’s charge.
After exchanging several moves, the leading Demon Cultivator was shocked to find that he was no match for the youth!
In fact, in terms of several technical details, he was being suppressed by the youth’s exquisite and delicate sword techniques.
“Is that it? That’s all you’ve got?”
He Qiu sneered, his words dripping with mockery.
He was pushing his taunting skills to the limit.
He truly couldn’t stand this man in black.
It was one thing to be a mountain bandit doing bad deeds, but what was with being such a freakish, arrogant jerk?
It wasn’t that He Qiu couldn’t tolerate the existence of mountain bandits; he just simply couldn’t stand someone with such a vile character.
“With only these meager skills, you dare to be so arrogant and kidnap a girl in the middle of the night? Where do you get the nerve?”
“You’re still talking? You little brat! Don’t get ahead of yourself!”
Being mocked to his face made the burly man truly furious.
The princess of the Demon Sect and his fellow Demon Cultivators were watching from the side of the cave.
For a dignified guard of the Demon Sect to be unable to beat a mere child was an utter embarrassment.
“Fine, you forced my hand!”
Unable to swallow his pride, the burly man’s clothes exploded off his body, and a terrifying Demonic Qi surged from within him, shooting toward the sky.
He was dropping the act.
He was showing his hand.
I am a Demon Cultivator!
He hadn’t intended to use his Demonic Qi, but this kid had forced him!
Stomping his foot, the burly man gripped the black sword now shrouded in Demonic Qi.
He charged at He Qiu with a force that seemed to shake the heavens.
*Rumble!*
Ice Cold Sword Intent and Demonic Qi collided, erupting in a series of sword-clashing echoes that rang through the entire Longyin Mountain Range.
‘This is bad…’
“What are you all standing there for? Go help him!”
In the back, Zi Menghan’s eyelid twitched.
Sensing that things were going south, she hurriedly barked orders for her other subordinates to join the fray.
The other Demon Cultivators nodded and immediately “exploded” their clothes, revealing their true identities as Demon Cultivators.
In an instant, an incredibly terrifying Demonic Qi blanketed the area, the evil aura pressing down on everything.
Zi Menghan: ?
‘You bunch of idiots!!’
‘I didn’t tell you all to expose your identities as Demon Cultivators!’
Zi Menghan was almost moved to tears by anger.
From childhood until now, she had never seen subordinates who sabotaged their leader so thoroughly.
What on earth were they doing?
It was ten against one.
Did they really need to use their Demonic Qi to take down a single young Sword Cultivator?
Spies, they must all be spies!
Zi Menghan suspected that these guards were all moles from the righteous sects.
Making such a huge commotion just to kill one person…
Were they that afraid the righteous cultivators chasing her wouldn’t find them?
Resting her forehead against her hand as she leaned against the wall, Zi Menghan looked exhausted and mentally drained.
—
Outside in the forest, He Qiu was facing ten opponents at once.
He was truly outnumbered.
Moreover, these burly men were all Demon Cultivators possessing Demonic Qi.
He was overwhelmed and no longer their match.
In an instant, He Qiu shifted from offense to defense, and finally, he simply took to the air, turning his defense into a full-on retreat.
Don’t ask why.
If you must know, he was scared.
He really couldn’t win…
‘Holy crap, why?!’
‘Aren’t you guys supposed to be mountain bandits? Why do you all have Demonic Qi, and why do you keep blowing your clothes off?!’
Leaping and sprinting through the trees, He Qiu felt like crying but had no tears left.
What kind of nonsense was this?
He had thought that as a Sword Cultivator of the Longyin Sect, he would be more than a match for a few crude mountain bandits.
But who could have guessed?
He had a big mouth and had just finished mocking the leader, only for the man to explode his clothes on the spot.
His Demonic Qi had erupted like he was on drugs, and he had chased He Qiu down with a flurry of wild slashes.
Not only that, but all the other bandits had done the same, relentlessly pursuing him.
Dammit, this is too terrifying!
Are the mountain bandits of this world all this scary?
For a moment, He Qiu considered giving up on his idea of traveling for experience.
The outside world was too dangerous.
Even mountain bandits were as freakish as some warrior race.
He felt he needed to train with his Senior Sister for a few more years.
‘Senior Sister Ling Ran, help!’
‘You might not believe it, but I, a dignified Reincarnator and a Level 3 Spirit Realm Sword Cultivator, am being chased and hacked at by mountain bandits…’
He Qiu was close to tears.
“Hey kid, why did you stop shouting? Huh? Don’t run! Come and let your uncle see how tough you really are!”
Behind him, the burly man in the lead looked arrogant, thoroughly enjoying the chase.
This felt great!
That brat had annoyed him with those smug insults earlier.
But now?
Look at this white-robed boy.
He was fleeing in a panic, his face full of regret.
It was as cathartic as could be!
“Jie jie~ take this!”
“Die, brat!”
With a sudden leap into the air, the burly man condensed all his Demonic Qi into the edge of his blade.
He then focused his Sword Intent to unleash a killing move, swinging out a 10-meter-high crescent cross-slash.
He Qiu glanced back.
Seeing the overwhelming Sword Qi surging toward him, he realized he couldn’t dodge it this time.
‘I’m screwed. This time, the villains were the ones pretending to be weak. I’ll just have to face it head-on…’
Spinning around, He Qiu landed firmly on the ground.
He gathered all his Sword Intent, preparing to tank the 10-meter-high blast of Sword Qi.
At the same time, the other Demon Cultivators had already surrounded him.
He Qiu was about to take an ultimate move to the face while being boxed in from all directions.
*Gulp.*
He Qiu swallowed hard, his heart trembling.
This was the first time he had ever been in such a desperate situation.
However, he didn’t truly panic, because he still had the trump card given to him by Lu Ling and Yun Qing.
If he fully unleashed the natural Spiritual Energy within his Spirit Vein, He Qiu was confident he could force his way out of the encirclement!
“Come on! At worst, it’s just death!”
He Qiu roared to pump himself up.
He refused to believe it.
He was a Reincarnator, after all.
How could he die so easily at the hands of a group of mountain bandits?
That would be way too pathetic.
He would be a disgrace to the entire brigade of transmigrators.
*Rumble!!!*
As the Sword Qi from all sides and the Demon Cultivators drew closer, He Qiu gritted his teeth, ready for a life-or-death struggle.
And at that critical moment —
“Stop right there! Who gave you permission to bully my Junior Brother?”
The angry voice of a young woman echoed through the air.