Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 298 - 298 297 Inevitable Choices

298: Chapter 297 Inevitable Choices 298: Chapter 297 Inevitable Choices At last, there was a stir!

Bai Qingqian’s realm was insufficient, and Hou Niao dared not release his Divine Sense.

Their vision was confined to a closed space, full of nothing but the swinging of two long legs.

Only the purple marten, relying on the instincts of a Spiritual Beast, sensed something was amiss.

It whispered softly, “Senior, we might have been discovered.”

Hou Niao commanded, “Kick him!”

Bai Qingqian was momentarily puzzled and didn’t grasp the necessary connection between the two.

There wasn’t time for her to think further, for just as the marten gave its warning, a Daoist suddenly appeared before her, as if materializing out of thin air.

The capabilities of an Upper Cultivator were truly beyond her imagination.

From detecting to appearing before her, it was as if there had been no process?

As the Daoist appeared, one hand transformed into the Giant Spirit Palm and grabbed at her from above.

Bai Qingqian instinctively wanted to dodge, and it was at this moment that she suddenly understood the meaning behind those roguish words.

How despicable!

With a thought, her skirt moved, and she kicked out!

There was the ancient skirt bottom kick, and now the modern skirt below sword.

The Daoist paid no mind to the woman’s kick, as the Giant Spirit Palm was about to clasp shut, but suddenly realized something was amiss.

There was no time to retreat.

A longsword, devoid of any gleam of light, approached silently along the lifted skirt hem right up to the Daoist’s Protective Gang.

As he became alert, the brilliance surged, and with one sword strike, it was gone.

Completely unprepared, with the intent to profit but unwittingly caught off guard, and even being of the same level of Mana, how could Protective Gang that spread all over his body withstand the concentrated Sword Energy at one point?

“You cunning thief, how dare you ambush Daoist Grandmaster!”

There was no chance left.

The ferocious Sword Energy penetrated his body, instantly destroying his meridians and Dantian.

With a sweep of her sword, his head soared high; as the head flew into the air, the eyes still saw a human-shaped oddity emerging from under the despicable woman’s skirt, and that was the Daoist’s last consciousness.

This cooperation was even more perfect than their first, quite seamless.

Watching the rogue, smugly looting the spoils, Bai Qingqian felt as if in a dream.

Was it over just like this?

Although this character was despicable, one had to admit that his foundation in ambush and assassination was awe-inspiring, and his adaptive quickness was extremely sharp.

No wonder, how could he mix in this line of work without such skills?

Hou Niao was very satisfied, “Not a small haul, eh?

Cultivators from Wu Sect really are wealthy, like a major household, tsk tsk…”

Bai Qingqian smirked to herself on the side.

The possessions of Wu Sect Daoist were indeed substantial, but that depended on who was comparing.

To someone like her, born into a wealthy and powerful family, it seemed quite ordinary, even somewhat unimpressive.

But she could not tease about it, fearing she might catch his attention.

Yet, she was a bit worried: would the rogue stop now that he was ahead?

If he stopped, how could she convince him to help rescue her family members?

Fortunately, what she worried about did not happen.

Hou Niao cleaned up the scene, “Let’s go to the other side; there’s one left.

Now we don’t have to worry about them joining forces.”

Bai Qingqian’s heart steadied a bit, “You don’t need to rest?”

“Rest?

What for?

Wait for the last one to notice something’s wrong and then run back with reinforcements?

I have no interest in chasing after him.”

The two rushed back, and Bai Qingqian felt her confidence returning.

The world is unpredictable, and cooperating with this thief gave her the feeling of being on a swing, fluctuating up and down.

The two of them moved through the Poplar Forest one after another as dawn was breaking.

After being tormented all night, even for someone with the physique of a cultivator, Bai Qingqian felt exhausted; running back and forth, first along the forest belt, then toward the side of Shan Country, and now back toward Anhe.

Her body was tired, but her heart was even more weary, still unsure of the final outcome.

If this thief were to succeed, would her family’s situation improve?

All plans, predictions, and schemes seemed feeble in the face of reality.

Such is the world of cultivation, filled with uncertainties.

As they crossed the midline of the Poplar Forest and continued walking, she could hardly hold back, “Senior, shall we adopt the same strategy if we go this time?”

Hou Niao’s expression was emotionless, “I hope we can, but the reality might be completely different from what we imagine.

For instance, when you think there is a great risk, things often go smoothly; when you feel everything is under control, you can immediately run into trouble.

There are no constant tactics, and your skirts might not solve everything.”

Bai Qingqian felt secretly annoyed.

You suggested the ideas, and now you’re playing ignorant, making it seem like I’m eager to play along.

“Let’s see when the time comes, I always feel this last one will be different.”

He paused, then suddenly pushed the woman, “Run!

Go find your people, I don’t know how long I can hold them off!”

Bai Qingqian felt herself being pushed forcefully, staggering a long distance before she could barely control her body.

By then, powerful fluctuations of spiritual power emanated from behind her, indicating a fierce battle.

She dared not look back or delay.

Although her contact with the thief was brief, she roughly understood his style of conduct: decisive and unwavering.

Just as his intuition had foretold, the third cultivator of Wu Sect did not wait passively but actively approached, rendering all tactics meaningless.

Now, all she could do was to run out of the Poplar Forest and see if she could find her people and rescue them before the battle ended.

The battle behind her was not hers to join; she could only add to the chaos;

As she sprinted forward, a bizarre thought surged in her mind.

If he truly regarded human life as worthless, shouldn’t he have used her as a disposable shield?

Yet this thief urged her to run, facing the powerful enemy alone.

Her perception of this man gained a new layer—a contradictory person, perhaps not beyond redemption?

The commotion behind her grew louder, and despite her increasing distance, she could imagine the intensity of the battle; she felt a bit of regret.

She should have at least declared that the Bai Family would repay his aid!

Upon reflection, she realized how abnormal her actions had been throughout the night.

Regardless of the thief’s intentions, the fact that he had saved her life multiple times was real, yet she had lived in doubt.

Running with all her might, she emerged from the Poplar Forest in less than half an hour, reaching a high ground and immediately spotting her family’s location, less than a mile from the Poplar Forest, surrounded by a mysterious array, all appearing listless.

Five people, including Bai San Ye, Zongsheng, Zongfang, Zongyuan, and Susu, not one less; she was the only survivor!

She hurried to the front of the array and took a deep breath.

She couldn’t panic; otherwise, none of them would escape.

“Uncle, how can we break this array?”

Bai San Ye looked at her, his face showing relief, “It can’t be broken!

Even if I recovered all my strength, I couldn’t do it!

You can’t either; it’s not something that can be achieved with treasures.

Go, Qingqian, don’t worry about us.

The further you go, the better—it will at least keep hope alive.”