Chapter 460 - 189: Mortal Combat and a Narrow Escape

Chapter 460: Chapter 189: Mortal Combat and a Narrow Escape

On the peak of Celestial Demon Mountain, a man in a green robe appeared. He gazed toward the horizon as a brilliant purple light flickered.

In the next instant, a beautiful woman in purple appeared before the man in the green robe.

"Why did you make a move?"

The man in the green robe asked, looking at the beautiful woman in purple.

"That buffoon went too far. He needed to be put in his place," the beautiful woman in purple said coldly.

"But he escaped." The man in the green robe’s expression was calm as he looked at her.

"His aura can’t be divined or tracked. He must have some kind of Curiosity on him that blocks the Celestial Secret."

"For him to escape from you... This person will be a great threat in the future."

the man in the green robe said softly.

"Hmph! Next time, I will kill him for sure!" the beautiful woman in purple snorted.

"I’m afraid he won’t be easy to kill." The man in the green robe shook his head.

The beautiful woman in purple frowned and looked at him. "What do you mean by that?"

"I’ve already learned this person’s identity."

the man in the green robe said softly.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, the beautiful woman in purple’s eyes lit up. She looked at the man in the green robe. "What’s his background?"

"He’s a Demon Suppression Envoy from the Great Jing Observatory, in the Southern Border."

the man in the green robe said.

"What?"

Hearing this, the beautiful woman in purple stared at him in astonishment.

"Really?" She was still in disbelief.

"Of course." The man in the green robe nodded, then opened his hand, and a golden Xinge appeared.

"This came from the Demon Alliance. Take a look."

The beautiful woman in purple’s brow twitched. She took the golden Xinge, opened the envelope, and pulled out a sheet of paper, reading the information on it.

[Fang Xing: Male! Native of Celestial South, Great Jing...]

"!!!"

Reading the information on the paper, the beautiful woman in purple’s chest heaved.

The file was simple, but the information it contained was astonishing.

A few years ago, he was just an ordinary Captain in the Observatory, but in just a few short years, he had risen to become the Demon Suppression Envoy for an entire province.

Furthermore, according to the letter, he had only broken through to the level of True Essence Grandmaster a few months ago.

Such a rate of growth was simply unbelievable unless witnessed firsthand.

"This information... is it real?" the beautiful woman in purple asked him.

The man in the green robe nodded.

The beautiful woman in purple fell silent, her brow tightly furrowed.

The man in the green robe looked at her and said lightly, "This person is highly favored by Hong Xuanji, and he is very close with Hong Xuanji’s daughter."

"So we’re just going to let it go?" she asked, looking at him.

The man in the green robe smiled faintly. He took the letter from her hand, and with a wisp of flame, it vanished into nothing.

"Do you know this person?"

The beautiful woman in purple narrowed her eyes, then suddenly smiled. "I have been in seclusion. I know nothing of this."

"Hahaha! It’s up to you. This isn’t Great Jing, after all." The man in the green robe laughed heartily, and his figure dissipated on the wind, leaving no trace.

A charming smile touched the beautiful woman in purple’s lips. In the next instant, she too vanished.

...

PFFT...

After running for who knew how long, Fang Xing could no longer hold on. His speeding figure was forced to a halt as he spat out a mouthful of blood, the light in his eyes dimming considerably.

His body swayed, looking as if he might collapse at any moment.

’I should... be safe now.’

Fang Xing looked around, using the last of his strength to survey his surroundings.

The surrounding mountains were tall and the forests dense. A narrow mountain path snaked its way into the distance. Faintly, he saw a small Daoist Temple.

’Five Villages Temple...’

Upon seeing the temple’s name, Fang Xing was overcome with dizziness, and his consciousness finally gave way.

As if all the strength had been drained from his body, he went limp and collapsed to the ground.

About an hour later, a Little Daoist Child with rosy lips and pearly teeth appeared on the narrow mountain path, a small medicine basket slung over his back.

’Huh? What’s that?’ The fair-skinned Little Daoist Child blinked, looking at the figure on the ground.

He stepped forward to get a closer look.

"Blood!"

The Little Daoist Child cried out in alarm, his footing so unsteady that he immediately scrambled backward, the medicine basket on his back tumbling to the ground.

His small face turned deathly pale, and it took him a long moment to recover from the shock.

Taking a deep breath, the Little Daoist Child managed to get to his feet and looked at the motionless figure on the ground.

’Don’t be afraid. Master says a righteous heart fears nothing.’

After comforting himself with this thought, the Little Daoist Child crept forward again for a closer look.

’This person... is rather handsome.’ Gazing at the face before him, the Little Daoist Child’s own face instantly flushed crimson.

Leaning his small head closer to listen, the Little Daoist Child then straightened up. ’He’s still breathing.’

’How did he end up here so badly injured?’

The Little Daoist Child looked around. Not a sound came from the tranquil forest.

After scanning the area, the Little Daoist Child turned his gaze back to the figure. ’Master said I can’t just watch someone die and do nothing.’

’But what if he’s a bad person?’

The Little Daoist Child bit his lip and glanced at the figure on the ground again. ’Well, he’s so handsome, he can’t be a bad person.’

With that, the Little Daoist Child mustered his courage and stepped forward, preparing to help the man up.

’Aiya, he’s so heavy!’

Straining with all his might, the Little Daoist Child had only just lifted one of the man’s arms when his face instantly flushed beet red.

He had barely taken a step before he lost his grip. His fair little hand slipped, and he stumbled back several paces.

’It’s no use, he’s too heavy. I’ll go back first and see if Master is there.’

Panting, the Little Daoist Child got up, gathered the herbs that had spilled from his basket, and headed toward the nearby Five Villages Temple.

A short while later, the Little Daoist Child returned, but this time he was accompanied by an old Daoist in a black Daoist Robe.

He wore a black Daoist Robe and held a Duster in his hand.

His hair was as white as snow.

He possessed a transcendent, otherworldly air.

"Master, that’s him," the Little Daoist Child said, leading the old Daoist to the unconscious figure.