After narrowly escaping death several times, Mo Fan finally realized someone was deliberately blocking their path. Since escape was impossible, he had no choice but to prepare for battle.
His words startled Big Head, the fish demon, by his side.
As Mo Fan spoke, he stepped back to Big Head, quietly slipping two Godspeed Talismans into his hand and transmitting, “If things go south, just run!
Head west, don’t look back!”
Big Head frowned, scanning their surroundings, and said in a low voice, “Is it that serious? Even if cultivators are blocking us, can’t we take them together?!”
“Didn’t we just take down those four guys earlier?!”
Mo Fan was somewhat surprised by this, nodding at Big Head, “You’ve got a point. Alright, you hold them off, and I’ll run!”
“…”
Big Head was speechless, his face twitching slightly before he gave an awkward laugh, “I, Big Head, am all about loyalty. How could I leave you to fight alone? If we escape, we escape together!”
Mo Fan rolled his eyes, ignoring the fool.
Though the person in the shadows hadn’t shown themselves, the fact that they repeatedly left the word “death” ahead of him spoke volumes.
This opponent was strong, perhaps far beyond his expectations!
“Clap, clap, clap…!”
Suddenly, a burst of applause came from above Mo Fan’s head.
He instinctively looked up.
A figure in white stood on a branch, holding a bamboo slip, smiling down at the two demons below.
Seeing the man’s face, Mo Fan’s pupils shrank!
“It’s you!”
Mo Fan gritted his teeth, his voice low, a massive sense of pressure and danger welling up in his heart.
He hadn’t expected to encounter Qin Changsheng here again!
“Hey! You know each other?”
Big Head glanced at the white-robed scholar above, then at Mo Fan beside him, curiosity piqued.
“Of course we know each other.”
Qin Changsheng smiled, like a refined gentleman, his gaze fixed on Mo Fan, “Fellow Daoist, I said we were fated!”
“If you’re friends, then we’re all on the same side. Hey… pretty boy, don’t stand so high, or you might fall and die,” Big Head warned warmly.
“…”
Qin Changsheng’s smile froze at the words, but he quickly regained his composure, looking at Big Head and asking, “This fellow Daoist has a strong aura, likely at the Demon Ding realm, yes? I wonder if you’ve awakened any divine abilities?”
“You’ve got sharp eyes, pretty boy. Of course, I…”
“Shut up and run!!”
Mo Fan saw Big Head’s foolishly naive expression, unsure if it was an act, but a chill ran down his spine.
Qin Changsheng wasn’t an ordinary cultivator but a Foundation Establishment cultivator, far too powerful for Mo Fan to have any chance of winning, even now.
So he grabbed Big Head, activated the Godspeed Talismans already attached to his legs, and bolted west.
“Fellow Daoist, you should know you can’t escape!”
Qin Changsheng spoke with a smile, tapping his feet on the branch. His body soared dozens of yards, landing lightly on another branch, a fleeting shadow relentlessly pursuing the two fleeing demons.
Though Mo Fan didn’t look back, he could clearly sense the terrifying spiritual energy gathering behind him, closing in, making his heart race.
The two demons fled through the forest, but Qin Changsheng followed at a leisurely pace, calmly saying, “Fellow Daoists, I, Qin, am a kind soul, loathing bloodshed. Why don’t you stop running, and we can sit down for a proper chat?”
“Chat with your grandpa! If you’re so kind, why are you chasing us?!”
“Stop chasing us if you’ve got the guts!!”
This time, Mo Fan didn’t reply, but Big Head cursed furiously.
He could see how terrifying this pretty boy was. The man’s speed was simply too fast!
Even stranger, he could run across leaves, not just a matter of speed but likely the ability to fly.
A flying cultivator!
This was too terrifying for a demon!
“I truly bear no ill will.”
Qin Changsheng sighed. After chasing for a while and seeing the two demons had no intention of stopping, he frowned slightly, “Since you two refuse to stop, don’t blame me.”
With that, he casually tossed the bamboo slip, which grew in the wind. Bamboo strips shot out like flying swords, hurtling toward the two demons!
“Swish! Swish! Swish…!!”
The sound of breaking air made Mo Fan’s hair stand on end. He turned, spitting out a golden brick artifact, which instantly expanded to the size of a door.
“I’ll hold him off!”
Mo Fan roared, only to hear a relentless “ding-dang” of collisions. The golden brick was pushed back by the impacts.
“Go!”
Mo Fan stepped forward, bracing the door-sized brick with both hands, still forced back by the continuous strikes.
“You… hold on! Once I reach Black Wind Mountain, I’ll bring help!”
Big Head, scalp tingling at the sight, gritted his teeth and ran.
Mo Fan took a deep breath, spitting out a wooden flying sword. His demonic aura surged, wrapping the sword, bypassing the golden brick to attack the figure above.
“Hm?”
Qin Changsheng’s interest was piqued. Without much effort, he waved his hand, and a surge of spiritual energy appeared.
“Swish—!”
The flying sword shot through the air!
“Buzz!”
Qin Changsheng raised his hand, grabbing the sword, dispersing the demonic aura around it, and catching the blade between two fingers!
“What?!”
Mo Fan, just freed from the bamboo strips’ attack, saw this and was stunned.
“A low-grade artifact, such a shoddy flying sword, how could it harm me?”
“Crack!”
Qin Changsheng chuckled, snapping the sword with a flick of his fingers.
“You’ve surprised me. In such a short time, you’ve broken through to the Demon Ding realm!”
“But this time, without that rogue cultivator surnamed Yan interfering, let’s see how you escape my grasp!”
Qin Changsheng spoke, raising his hand to recall the bamboo strips, which reformed into a bamboo slip.
“A supreme artifact can be hard to control if unleashed fully. If I injure you too badly before handing you to the academy, my contribution points will take a hit, which wouldn’t be worth it.”
Qin Changsheng smiled, standing on a branch as thin as a thumb, his body swaying with the night breeze.
“So I’ve decided to go easy on you, capturing you alive without harming you!”
Smiling, Qin Changsheng bit his index finger and began writing in the air.
As his fingers moved, blood-red characters appeared in the sky.
Mo Fan’s eyelids twitched at the sight. Without hesitation, he turned and ran!
Qin Changsheng didn’t mind, continuing to draw before softly saying, “Ink Art, Demon-Binding Chain!”
“Clatter!”
Instantly, the sound of dragging chains echoed. The blood-red characters formed a crimson chain, shooting toward Mo Fan’s fleeing figure!
