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Chapter 18 - The Phantom Dragon Step! Yan Xiaoyi’s Shock: Where Did He Go? Lost Him!

Chapter 18: The Phantom Dragon Step! Yan Xiaoyi’s Shock: Where Did He Go? Lost Him!

Li Changsheng decided to shake off the persistent gaze shadowing him.

Being watched was never pleasant.

Especially when those eyes felt sharp enough to pierce flesh and bore into bone.

The faint curve at the corner of his lips deepened slightly.

Fine. Let’s test this.

With a thought, the sixth-level divine power from the Eternal Life Technique stirred inside him like a gentle stream, circulating silently.

Tendrils of energy flowed into his limbs.

Combined with the profound footwork technique the system had once rewarded him—

A technique he had privately named Phantom Dragon Step.

Named for its ethereal grace, like a dragon gliding through the sky.

In the next instant, Li Changsheng’s steps remained deceptively unhurried, but their rhythm abruptly quickened.

His small figure wove through the crowded streets in trajectories ordinary eyes couldn’t follow.

Though he was just a six-year-old child, he moved like a slippery fish darting upstream—

No.

More like a wisp of smoke, weightless and untouchable.

Effortlessly slipping through gaps without disturbing a single ripple.

High above, hidden in the shadows, Yan Xiaoyi’s form blended seamlessly with the rooftiles.

His hawk-like eyes locked onto the little noble boy below.

The Princess Royal’s orders were clear: Protect him in secret. Report everything.

Guarding a six-year-old should have been laughably easy for a ninth-rank archer like him.

Yan Xiaoyi’s expression had even been tinged with boredom.

Watching the child amble through the crowd, curiously eyeing everything like any ordinary boy.

All he had to do was follow from a distance and ensure no harm came to him.

He was absolutely confident—there was no way he’d lose track of a mere child.

And yet—

Just as that thought formed, Yan Xiaoyi’s pupils contracted sharply.

Something’s wrong!

The little figure below had changed his gait.

Gone was the clumsy, curious toddling.

Replaced by… an eerie, unnatural rhythm.

His speed surged—

But this wasn’t a child’s reckless sprint.

His movements were minimal, his trajectory unpredictable.

One moment, light as drifting willow catkins.

The next, swift and agile as a darting fish.

In the jostling crowd, he moved as if untouched by obstacles.

Every turn, every sidestep, perfectly avoided collisions.

Faster.

Faster.

Until all that remained were blurred afterimages.

Yan Xiaoyi’s lazy expression froze.

Shock.

Sheer, disbelieving shock.

What kind of movement technique is this?!

So profound. So terrifying!

This was impossible for a six-year-old!

Just what is the Princess Royal’s adopted son?

His mind reeled.

For a moment, he wondered if his eyes deceived him.

But the small figure was pulling away at an alarming speed.

If he didn’t act now, he’d lose him!

That realization wiped all complacency from Yan Xiaoyi’s mind.

He took a sharp breath.

True energy erupted within him.

A powerful aura surged as his body launched from hiding, weightless as a falling leaf.

His toes barely grazed the rooftiles—

Then he shot forward like an arrow loosed from its bow.

Still stealthy, but now moving several times faster.

He raced across the rooftops, swift as a ghost.

Wind howled past his ears.

The streets below blurred as he flew past.

His eyes remained locked onto the shrinking figure in the crowd.

He couldn’t lose him.

This wasn’t just about orders anymore.

His pride as a warrior was at stake.

Yan Xiaoyi, a renowned ninth-rank archer, a master tracker—

Losing a six-year-old?

Unthinkable humiliation!

He had to see just how fast this child could go.

Pushing harder, Yan Xiaoyi accelerated.

His form left faint afterimages across the rooftops.

His speed alone would shame ninety-nine percent of martial artists.

And yet—

The more he chased, the more stunned he became.

The boy below—

Was still getting faster.

His footwork grew even more bizarre, defying logic.

Dodging through the crowd was like teleportation.

This technique… surpassed anything Yan Xiaoyi had ever seen!

Li Changsheng sensed the relentless pursuit behind him.

As expected of Yan Xiaoyi, the ninth-rank archer.

But he had never intended to hide his full capabilities.

Showing a little strength might make his “mother” feel more… at ease.

And better demonstrate his value.

A playful smirk curled his lips.

He channeled another surge of energy.

The Phantom Dragon Step reached its peak.

His speed and agility ascended to another realm.

His figure blurred further.

More elusive.

As if merging with the wind itself.

Then—

A sharp turn into a narrow, packed alley.

A flicker—

And he emerged on the other side, vanishing seamlessly into the sea of people.

Gone without a trace.

On the rooftop, Yan Xiaoyi skidded to a halt.

His hawk-like eyes frantically scanned the flowing crowd below.

Once.

Twice.

Beads of sweat formed on his brow.

The small figure—

Was nowhere to be found.

Right under his nose.

He’d disappeared!

How?!

For the first time, genuine alarm flashed across Yan Xiaoyi’s face.

He had given his all.

Even used his most secret tracking arts.

And yet—

He’d lost a six-year-old.

The speed and technique the boy displayed at the end—

Transcended mortal martial arts!

A cold wind whipped past as Yan Xiaoyi stood frozen on the roof.

Below, the crowd bustled on, oblivious.

His mind was blank with one burning question:

Just what is that child?