Chapter 61: The Third Scene

Ruan Chao held the jade pendant tightly with lingering fear, his body still shaking uncontrollably.

The spirit dog died in front of him.

It still maintained the same gesture as when it was alive, wanting to bite him.

Its sharp fangs were exposed, and its scarlet eyes emitted a terrifying ferocity.

Its mountain-like body fell to the ground, with a wound in its heart oozing out slightly warm blood, which soon gathered into a small pool... and flowed to Nguyen Chao's feet.

Nguyen Chao took a half step back in panic.

The spirit dog appeared too suddenly. He was totally unprepared and didn't even have time to dodge. If the jade pendant hadn't protected him in time, he would have lost half his life.

The color of the jade pendant has become much darker, and there are tiny cracks on it that are visible to the naked eye. From the looks of it, it can only be used twice more at most.

The long run consumed most of his strength, and he was suddenly faced with such a terrible attack... His legs and feet were weak, and his breathing was rapid. The oxygen flowed through his dry lungs and passed through every oxygen-deprived cell, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

There was a distinct smell of blood in my breath, and my vision was turning darker.

Nguyen Chao knew he couldn't stop here.

Behind me, I could hear footsteps getting closer and closer, mixed with the excited shouts of several people.

"I saw her! She's right up ahead!"

"Chase her! Chase her! Don't let her get away!"

Ruan Chao took a deep breath, changed direction and continued running.

The tracking dog died.

But before it died, several people followed the traces left by the spirit dog and found its whereabouts.

Although Nguyen Chao was familiar with the mountain roads, he was too close to his pursuers and could not escape.

...I can only take a gamble.

He tumbled down the steep cliff.

Because it rained heavily yesterday, the soil beneath us was not very hard, but there were still a lot of hard gravel and sharp branches.

Nguyen Chao used his remaining spiritual power to protect the important parts of his body.

Even though he hit the stone, he gritted his teeth and made no sound.

………

After an unknown amount of time, Ruan Chao finally managed to roll down the cliff.

It took him a while to get up from the ground.

The skirt he was wearing was in a completely shabby state, torn and tattered, and covered in dirty dirt.

Her hair was in a mess.

He simply took off the hairpin on his head, and his soft hair fell like a waterfall, reaching his waist.

It makes the small face, which is less than the size of a palm, even more delicate and lovely.

...Is it safe for now?

Ruan Chao slowly raised his eyes and looked around.

In the pitch-black night, the dry branches looked like the arms of a monster, swaying in the cold wind.

It seemed as if it would break free from its restraints in the next second and pounce towards him fiercely.

Ruan Chao's pupils suddenly contracted and he looked away in fear.

He wanted to keep running, to find a safe place to hide.

But after taking only two steps forward, he fell heavily on the uneven ground again.

When he rolled down the cliff, he accidentally sprained his ankle. It was very difficult for him to stand up again, let alone run.

Ruan Chaohuan sat on the ground with his knees hugged, curled up into a small ball, as if this could protect him from the cold mountain wind and gain a little insignificant warmth.

His heart was filled with loneliness and panic.

I have absolutely no idea what to do next.

He was hungry and tired, his arms and calves were all scratched by branches, and there was no place on his body that didn't hurt.

He mobilized his spiritual power and wanted to perform another cleansing spell, but at the same time, he felt a dull pain in his spiritual veins and dantian... Not even a bit of spiritual power could be squeezed out.

His spiritual power was depleted and his body was covered with wounds. Even with the jade pendant to protect himself, he couldn't hold on for long.

It's too late to be caught.

He might...

I can’t wait for Chu Xinglan anymore.

The Nguyen family's home was burned to ruins in front of Nguyen Chao, but Nguyen Chao did not cry. He was forced to hide in the mountains. He was thirsty and hungry every day and could only rely on wild fruits to fill his stomach. Nguyen Chao did not cry.

But now, he inexplicably had an urge to cry.

The salty tears quickly soaked the thin clothes and fell to the ground like beads from a broken string.

Two suppressed cries were heard in the quiet woods, but they were quickly suppressed. The people chasing him were most likely still nearby, so even if he cried, he couldn't cry out loud.

…

“Yo.”

The sound of deep footsteps landed in front of her, and the man's voice, with a hint of amusement, also sounded.

"Look what I found? A lone little rabbit that's very good at escaping."

Nguyen froze.

He raised his tear-blurred eyes and discovered with horror that there was a man in black standing in front of him!

"Do you remember me?" the man asked leisurely, "We meet again."

Nguyen recognized him.

It was the person who recognized his identity as Lu Ding in the Ruins of the Ruins that day and wanted to capture him.

"It's you. How could you..."

Chen Ci interrupted him, "Do you want to know how I found you? Or do you want to know why I didn't make any noise when I approached you?"

"You have a very strong fragrance. I can smell it even from a long distance." He twitched his nose and revealed an obsessed look. "Are all of you furnaces like this, or are you the only one who is particularly different and has such a nice fragrance?"

Nguyen Chao did not answer him.

Chen Ci was not annoyed. He squatted down and looked at Ruan Chao at eye level.

His cold eyes fixed on Ruan Chao's slender white arm, on which was a bright bloodstain, with blood beads slowly condensing, like bright agate falling on mutton-fat white jade.

"How pitiful."

“…It’s all bleeding.”

He seemed to feel hungry and licked his dry lips. "I heard that the blood from your furnace is also a great tonic for cultivators. I wonder if it's true."

The corners of the girl's eyes were tinged with a beautiful pink, as if she had just cried. Clear moisture still remained in her light-colored eyes. Even so, she did not show a vulnerable expression, and said in a cold voice: "You can come over and try."

Chen Ci stared at him straight, his eyes fixed on his face, and slowly stretched out his hand as if he was bewitched.

When his fingertips were about to touch the girl's slender neck, he suddenly retracted them.

He chuckled softly, "Of course I can't refuse a beauty's request, but unfortunately... I don't have a second life spirit weapon that can protect my life."

Chen Ci stood up and clapped his hands, and immediately three blue-robed monks landed beside him.

He ordered in a cold voice: "You three, go and capture her for me."

The blue-robed monks looked at each other and saw the same doubt in each other's eyes.

Anyone with eyes could see that the girl's spiritual power had obviously been exhausted and she was at the end of her strength.

Now she is just like an ordinary mortal to the monks and has no intimidation at all.

The young master has reached the peak of the foundation-building stage and can control all her movements with just one finger. Why would he bother asking them to take action?

Although they were very confused, they still obeyed the young master's orders and walked towards the powerless girl.

One tried to grab her arm, the other tried to grab her shoulder.

In just a short moment, the two monks who had made the attack had their chests pierced by a dazzling beam of light. Without even a scream, they fell to the ground and turned into warm corpses.

The monks who fell behind widened their eyes in disbelief.

The fear of death made him subconsciously take a half step back.

I dare not approach this girl who looks weak and harmless again.

I was afraid that I would end up like the previous two people, without even seeing the opponent's moves clearly, and stepped into the shadow of death.

"What are you waiting for?" A long sword pressed against his back, and Chen Ci's sinister voice echoed behind him, "You even dare to disobey my orders, are you planning to rebel?"

"No... No, Young Master..." The green-robed monk's voice was trembling, and his voice was dry, "This girl is... There is something strange. She has an offensive magic weapon on her. Whoever gets close to her will die!"

The jade pendant of the Nguyen Dynasty had turned into powder in his hands.

But he didn't show it.

He just stared at them coldly, pretending to be fearless.

"If you are not afraid of death, just come over."

The monk in green froze and dared not move.

The tip of Chen Ci's sword had pierced through his clothes and was pressing against the skin at his waist.

"The magic weapons in the world have a limited time limit. It is impossible to protect her forever. Maybe by the time she gets here, the magic weapon has just run out of time and is no longer useful."

"Or..." The sharp sword tip penetrated deeper again, this time piercing the flesh, and warm blood flowed down the sword, "Do you want to die in my hands like this?"

"Don't... don't kill me, young master, don't kill me..." The green-robed monk was extremely frightened. The young master was always moody and would really kill him when he was extremely angry. His face turned pale and he hurriedly said, "I... I will help you catch her right away."

Ruan Chao caught a glimpse of the murderous intent in Chen Ci's eyes.

Although the murderous intent was not directed at him, he still couldn't help but feel fear.

It was as if a huge hand was tightly grasping his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

This kind of ruthless, cruel and merciless madman must not fall into his hands even if he is caught by others.

Ruan Chao stood up and stumbled backwards.

In a few seconds he was overtaken.

The blue-robed monk rushed towards him with a ferocious look.

The eagle-claw-like hand grasped his arm tightly like a pliers...

There was no dazzling light, nor was there any severe pain... The skin that my palm touched was like the most precious silk. Even through a layer of cloth, I could still feel its delicacy and softness.

A look of joy emerged on the monk's face. Just as he was about to turn around and take credit from the young master, he heard a "puff".

The long sword pierced his body.

It pierced his heart with pinpoint accuracy.

The young master he was loyal to walked slowly up to him from behind and drew back his sword without hesitation.

The blue-robed monk fell to the ground like rotten clay.

In the last moments of his life, he heard the young master's cold words tinged with sarcasm.

"As expected, the dead are the most obedient and the best at keeping secrets."

Using the word "madman" to describe this person is an insult to the word "madman".

The Nguyen Dynasty slowly retreated.

Chen Ci approached him step by step.

His men had already sacrificed their lives to help him remove the spiky shell.

It's time for him to harvest the sweet and savory treat himself.