Chapter 237: Should I Say “I’m Not Here at the Right Time” Right Now?
Suddenly, a white figure dashed toward them like a caffeinated squirrel on a sugar rush, almost instantaneously appearing before their eyes.
She gripped a long sword tightly, her adorable little face twisted with fury.
Especially when she saw Bai Feng, who had already broken through to Yuan Ying perfection, and Yun Yue Yao, who had advanced to Transformation God, her grip on the sword tightened even more.
“Hey? Bai Yu Mo, you’re quite speedy, aren’t you!” Yun Yue Yao glanced at Bai Yu Mo with an expression that said, “Well, guess I have no choice,” and then cheerfully declared, “Alright then, you’re coming with us to explore the secret realm.”
“…”
Bai Yu Mo’s body trembled slightly. After her surge of anger, a wave of grievance appeared in her heart. She turned her head, pouting slightly, her eyes reddening as she looked at Bai Feng.
“Big bro…”
“Don’t cry, don’t cry, I’m here,” Bai Feng stepped forward, pulling her into a comforting hug.
“…I’m not a kid,” Bai Yu Mo muttered softly, but she didn’t struggle free—instead, she snuggled into his embrace.
“Should I say ‘I’m not here at the right time’ right now?”
Yun Yue Yao tilted her head, eyes narrowed into a teasing smile, looking at Bai Feng.
“…Stop joking. Besides, that doesn’t sound like something you would say.”
“Wrong answer, your punishment is to hug me,” Yun Yue Yao snapped, then squeezed into Bai Feng’s arms with a grin.
Bai Yu Mo immediately shot her a look of displeasure, but she was ignored completely. Yun Yue Yao just leaned her little face against Bai Feng’s chest, gently rubbing.
“Mmm…” Bai Yu Mo reached out, trying to claim more space.
At that moment, Bai Feng reached out and carefully ‘caught’ both of them into his arms.
“Alright, let’s go explore the secret realm. If we’re late, there’ll be nothing left of it,” he said with a serious tone.
…
“This should be the materials the master will need,”
Zuo Qiu sheathed her bloodied long sword with care. She carefully plucked the herbs guarded by the monster beast and placed them into a prepared wooden box.
Then, glancing at the beast lying on the ground, she swiftly dismembered and divided it, the massive corpse quickly transforming into chunks of materials, which she stuffed into her storage bag.
But just as she prepared to leave for the next area, three people suddenly blocked her path—wearing the uniform of Refining God Sect.
“Zuo Qiu, I never thought you’d actually have the guts to come into the secret realm,” said a striking young woman, eyeing the storage bag at Zuo Qiu’s waist. She stuck out her tongue, licking her lips greedily. “Be smart and hand over all the materials you just got, or… heh.”
Zuo Qiu looked at that hateful face. Back in the day, this girl acted arrogantly and domineeringly in front of her, always snatching her limited resources. But she didn’t get angry; since following Bai Feng, she had become indifferent to past grievances.
“You’d better skedaddle before I get angry.”
She took a step forward, reaching out to push the girl aside.
The girl’s face darkened instantly. She grabbed at Zuo Qiu’s arm and sneered, “Looks like you’ve forgotten the gap between us—or do you really think joining Heavenly Sword Sect makes you invincible?”
But Zuo Qiu didn’t respond. She stared at the caught wrist, a surge of Spirit Power erupting from her, knocking the girl back, nearly causing her to fall.
“Well, well, so I figured you dared to defy me because you’re already Yuan Ying,” the girl spat bitterly, pulling out her sword. Two companions flanking her also unsheathed theirs. “But we’ve got three Yuan Ying powerhouses here, so if you’re sensible…”
“Don’t you think your words sound like those of a nameless lackey?”
Zuo Qiu turned her head and cut her off with a sneer. Her face showed no fear, only contemptuous scorn.
“You’re courting d*ath!!”
The girl’s fury flared. Her sharp sword sliced toward Zuo Qiu in a flash, but Zuo Qiu quickly dodged the attack with a graceful spin. She then lifted her foot and kicked the girl flying.
The girl coughed up bl**d, her face tinged with disbelief—she couldn’t understand why Zuo Qiu had become so powerful just now, especially since she’d been a little disciple she used to bully and tease.
But then came a rush of anger and humiliation; she couldn’t accept being beaten by a girl she once mocked.
“Haha, trash,” Zuo Qiu turned her gaze to the other two. A flicker of flame burst from her hand. “Are you two going to play with me too?”
The other two exchanged glances, then backed a step further with their swords drawn. They could see Zuo Qiu’s strength was clearly formidable—definitely not a soft target. They were here for benefits, and fighting this tough chick meant they might end up losing more than they gained, maybe even costing a few pills.
Plus, they had no prior conflict with Zuo Qiu. There was no point in offending her just for a slightly attractive girl disciple.
Watching the retreating figures, a little smile crept onto Zuo Qiu’s face. She’d spent so long in Refining God Sect that she knew exactly what kinds of disciples they were—better called “the weak eat the strong,” or less politely, “a pack of bullies who pick on the weak.”
No wonder the Sect’s strength has been waning these past few years.
Just as she was about to leave, a sudden sword light shot toward her.
She quickly retreated, only to see the woman who had been injured and fallen earlier now rushing at her again.
“So, I was too gentle earlier,” Zuo Qiu drew her long blade, but immediately sensed something was off with the woman.
The woman’s eyes burned with crimson, her face twisted in feral rage, whispering madly, “k*ll! k*ll you! k*ll all of you! You’re dead, all of you!”
“Huh?”
Zuo Qiu felt her divine body trembling slightly, sensing wisps of demonic energy entangling the woman.
“Why is there demon energy everywhere?” she muttered softly, flames flickering to life around her. “I must tell the master about this.”
She tightened her grip on her sword, flicking the woman’s sword away with a single strike.
A few moves later, the woman was beaten to the ground. Clearly, her strength was far inferior to Zuo Qiu’s now—despite the demonic energy enhancing her, she still couldn’t match Zuo Qiu.
Standing on one leg atop the struggling woman, Zuo Qiu’s mind suddenly lit up with an idea.
A faint smile appeared on her lips. A flame hovered in her palm.
“Relax, I see you’re carrying something dirty. Let me help you heal—quickly,” she said softly.
The flames slowly descended and enveloped the woman beneath her.
“Aaargh!!”
The woman let out a pitiful scream, terror plainly evident in her eyes. In that moment, her dread overwhelmed her rage and murderous intent, leaving her desperate to escape.
“Don’t run. I’m doing this for your own good,” Zuo Qiu said with a more intense smile, pressing her foot down on the woman’s body and suppressing her limbs with Spirit Power to keep her from fleeing.
