38 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Return Home Runaway Dragon Girl Home 》Runaway Dragon Girl Info Page 》Runaway Dragon Girl Latest Chapter 》 Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Previous Chapter Bookmark Bookshelf Management Back to Index Next Chapter In this desolate area, there's scarcely anything that could be called a road; paths are navigated by the landmarks given by trees. The Old Wizard led Bai Fan and a few others winding through the forest. If it weren’t for Bai Fan's keen sense of smell, she might have suspected he was deliberately making them walk in circles. When they reached a marshland, the Old Wizard stopped walking. Bai Fan squatted down to carefully examine the marsh in front of her, realizing that the black mud was soft. Pressing down, she confirmed it was a swamp. The Old Wizard babbled about something, and Bai Fan turned to Zhang Daozhang for translation, “This is the place to treat White Girl's wounds. The harmful energy in her injury is severe, and only the Dragon Snake Grass here can heal it.” Bai Fan was filled with questions about the Dragon Snake Grass but saw the Old Wizard squatting down. He reached into the swamp and pulled out a clump of green grass, roots and all, from the mud. Curious, Bai Fan couldn't have imagined that the so-called witchcraft was somewhat akin to herbal medicine. Despite the mythical descriptions, it turned out to be something so mundane, no wonder few cultivators showed interest. Accepting the so-called "Dragon Snake Grass," Bai Fan brought it to her nose and smelled it. The immediate scent of rotten mud filled her nostrils, and the grass itself had neither any spiritual energy nor a peculiar odor, completely unrelated to a cultivator’s alchemy. However, Bai Fan instinctively liked the grass, as it had a very familiar scent, almost like the aura of a kindred spirit. Bai Fan bent down and dug up a bunch of Dragon Snake Grass from the swamp. Even Zhang Daozhang couldn't understand what Bai Fan intended to do. Watching Bai Fan nearly uproot all the Dragon Snake Grass from the swamp, the Old Wizard finally jumped in frustration, looking as though he was eager to pull Bai Fan out. “White Girl, the Old Wizard says you can’t uproot all the Dragon Snake Grass, otherwise it won't grow here again.” Bai Fan, in her joyful digging, realized she might have taken too much upon Zhang Daozhang’s words. “I forgot, sorry about that.” Bai Fan carefully placed the Dragon Snake Grass in a corner of her storage pouch, just in case it might be needed. Upon getting back up, they saw the Old Wizard was unhappy. Clearly, she had taken too much. Turning around for another glance at the swamp, she noticed the Dragon Snake Grass was now mostly gone, leaving only sparse patches. The Old Wizard rushed Bai Fan and the others to leave quickly. Bai Fan, feeling a bit embarrassed, admitted she might have been inconsiderate. However, the medicinal herb wasn’t exactly rare, given its environment wasn’t hard to grow in, so the swamp should be replenished soon enough. But the Old Wizard was displeased, so as soon as they returned to the village, Bai Fan and the group were expelled. Clearly, they had disrupted the locals' goodwill, to the extent they couldn’t blame them for the eviction. Bai Fan, feeling uneasy, touched her nose and confessed to Qi Daozhang, “I carelessly offended them.” Qi Daozhang forced a small smile, having been expelled like this for the first time in his life. Seeing the villagers' expressions filled with urgency for their departure, his heart felt bitter. The Thief, having been rudely awakened and pushed out in a daze, almost fell flat on his face. He only then realized it was a mishap caused by his Boss. Walking along, he grumbled under his breath, “Every time, I get the short end of the stick.” Originally feeling guilty, Bai Fan’s temper flared upon hearing the Thief’s mumbling, “Erchun, what did you just say?” The Thief started, thinking how his whisper could be heard, wondering if his Boss had ears like a thousand-mile hearing. “Nothing.” “Hmph.” The group had planned to leave three days later, yet they departed that very day due to Bai Fan. Ironically, this early departure saved them from being caught in a conflict. Not long after Bai Fan and her group left, two grand beams appeared in the sky, chasing each other. From afar, it was unclear what they were, but upon closer inspection, it was two cultivators chasing one another. Their attire was familiar: one was a disciple of the Pure Yang Palace, the other of the Moth Palace. The Pure Yang Palace disciple was the one whose storage pouch had previously been stolen by the Thief. “Moth Palace brat, stop running. You, a magic cultivator, can’t outrun me, a sword cultivator!” The Pure Yang disciple enjoyed the chase. Last time, he had been ridiculed by his fellow disciples for losing his belongings at the Ascension Meeting, seething with anger. Now, he finally caught a Moth Palace female disciple and decided to vent his frustrations since he couldn’t find the Thief. “Pure Yang lapdog, do you feel proud bullying a magic cultivator with your sword skills? You’ve disgraced Pure Yang!” “Provocation won't work on me.” “Hmph, I once thought Pure Yang was a noble sect, but now you seem no different from those third-rate sects.” “Ha, our Pure Yang is always upright. If we’re third-rate, what does that make your Moth Palace, which rivals us?” The Moth Palace female disciple was momentarily speechless. The playful pursuit escalated into a deadly duel. The two clashed with flashes of red, green, and white light. Their skills were from major sects, making them formidable even at the Foundation Establishment stage. Their fight drew closer to the small village. Alarmed, villagers rushed to call out the Old Wizard. Raising his head, he saw two cultivators fighting, seemingly oblivious to the village below. A sword strike soon sliced through a large part of their village. Fortunately, the villagers had evacuated just in time, but their homes evaporated to ashes, leaving the Old Wizard heartbroken. They had just dealt with a group of robbers, now came two more marauders, leaving nothing behind. The Moth Palace female disciple, always defiant against Pure Yang, fought to the death rather than underestimate him. They deployed their lifelong skills, leaving both gravely injured among the fallen trees. Not adept at combat arts, the Moth Palace disciple fell into disadvantage over time. The Pure Yang disciple found his rhythm, thrusting his sword towards her neck, seemingly ready to kill her. The Moth Palace disciple gritted her teeth, eyes brimming with tears, and self-destructed her primal energy. The resulting blast within a hundred-mile radius shook the earth like an explosion. Bai Fan and her group, miles away, felt a sudden ringing in their ears as a loud bang erupted in the distance, staring back in confusion. “What’s going on? Something seems to have happened back at the village.” Standing on a small hill, Qi Daozhang gazed into the distance, as Bai Fan also seemed taken aback. “No way, that sounded like an explosion.” It reminded Bai Fan of cannon fire from her past life. With the village full of ordinary people, how could such a huge explosion occur? “Should we go back and check?” Bai Fan said hesitantly, feeling torn. Despite being driven away, the villagers seemed in danger now. Back at the village, unable to flee in time, the villagers caught in the blast were instantly turned to ashes. When Bai Fan and her group returned, the place was a barren wasteland. Everything they had seen was now nothing but a large crater. “We’re too late.” Zhang Daozhang, examining the battle marks, concluded recent cultivator combat had forced one to self-destruct, far surpassing their own cultivation. Bai Fan stared at the devastated village, filled with disbelief. Though aware of the cultivators' prowess, she had never witnessed such deadly combat. The scene was far more perilous than her fight with the Mad Beggar. Despite having built her foundation, Bai Fan was still inexperienced in combat, often relying on brute strength. She had learned few spells, her swordsmanship was incomplete, and residual minor spells were barely useful. A chance encounter with divine lightning during her tribulation had spared her from the Mad Beggar’s Dragon Slayer Sword; otherwise, she might have perished. Far off, He Yiman felt an ominous pang but prioritized her mission given by her master. She frowned, continuing towards the Immortal City without looking back. Surveying the crater, Bai Fan found a piece of green fabric, likely from the self-destructed cultivator. After circling the area, she found nothing else, though they hoped to find survivors. Suddenly, the Thief’s loud shout broke the silence. “Ah!” “What’s wrong? Can’t you show a bit of manliness?” “Boss, there's a dead person here.” “Where?” “By the stream.” Bai Fan rushed over to where the Thief was and discovered someone lying face down, half-immersed in the stream, their life or death uncertain. “Turn him over and take a look.” “Alright.” When the Thief turned the person over, he himself was startled; the face looked familiar. “Boss.” “What's going on?” “We've met this person before.” “When did I meet him?” Bai Fan frowned, looking at the man lying before her, but she had no recollection at all. “Boss, we stole something from him back at the Ascension Meeting.” The Thief spoke in a deliberately hushed tone, as if afraid the person lying there might hear. However, Bai Fan immediately flared up at his words. What did he mean by "we" stole? Clearly, it was him who did the stealing. She shot the Thief a sharp look, and he immediately wilted. “I just meant…” Bai Fan's eyes bore into him. The Thief quickly shut his mouth, acting as if he had never done anything wrong, but inside he felt aggrieved. While it was true he did the stealing, the Boss had taken the most. Bai Fan looked at the man in front of her, reached out to check his breathing, and finally sighed, “He's not dead. Pull him up.” “Boss.” The Thief whispered, almost in shock. “We can’t just leave him to die, can we? After all, you were at fault back then. Consider this making amends, so we don't have someone chasing us for debts in the future.” Both guilty at heart, they dragged the Pure Yang Palace disciple onto the shore. Not far away, Qi Daozhang and the others noticed the commotion and quickly ran over. “White Girl, did you find someone?” “Seems like it.” Bai Fan replied uncertainly, staring at the unconscious figure and wondering what to do when he woke up. “Boss, could you keep this sword for me?” The Thief handed Bai Fan the Pure Yang sword he loved carrying around, asking her to store it in her storage pouch. Clearly, he was feeling nervous. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Apologies, I didn't sleep well today and feel extremely tired. Previous Chapter Index Next Chapter Home Computer Version Bookshelf Novel Collection Popular Novels