Chapter Forty-Eight: Feng Yang Flees, Slick-Tongued and Smooth!

“It’s not that he always keeps his word, but because he just swore an oath to heaven. Such oaths carry little weight for ordinary people, but for Taoist practitioners and demons, they impose great constraints. Once sworn, the oath must be honored; otherwise, it will take effect.”

Mu Ruxue explained from the side.

“Let’s go!”

Not far away, Wufeng glanced at Bai He, then stepped lightly on the treetops and swiftly departed.

“I never expected even Senior Feng Yang couldn’t kill this jiangshi, and instead, it has only grown stronger.”

Bai He bit his lip, clearly unwilling to accept this.

After clashing once with the peach tree demon, he had used its momentum to escape.

They had never been a match for Qin Feng before.

Especially now that Qin Feng had broken through to mid-stage hairy jiangshi.

Moreover, Qin Feng could wield magical arts.

This particular technique was the supreme Three Pure Ones’ Transcendence Finger.

If not now, then when to flee?

“A bunch of cowards afraid to die! Weren’t you just so arrogant, wanting to kill us?”

The peach tree demon gave chase briefly, but seeing it could not catch up, it began to curse loudly.

The feeling was exhilarating.

Before, it never dared to offend Taoist practitioners.

Now, with Qin Feng as its backing, its courage had grown immensely.

No longer did it need to tread carefully.

“They ran fast, really fast. What a pity. If only I could have sucked the blood of those three, maybe I could have broken through to late-stage hairy jiangshi.”

Qin Feng sighed inwardly.

“Phew…”

Mu Ruxue let out a long breath, the heavy stone weighing on her heart finally lifted.

She had believed this time was surely her end, but unexpectedly, fate had turned—a twist that had awakened Feng’er’s ability to wield magical arts.

This power was truly extraordinary.

Combined with her mastery of the Infinite Heavenly Master’s legacy, there was no doubt Feng’er could become a jiangshi Taoist priest.

“Auntie, let me tend to your wound.”

Qin Feng turned around, looking at Mu Ruxue’s pale face.

The sword wound on her back was actually quite severe.

Though she claimed to be fine, Qin Feng was far from deceived.

“All right.”

Mu Ruxue nodded.

Then Qin Feng moved behind her and pulled away the piece of clothing covering the wound.

The gory injury was fully revealed.

He fetched a clean garment and carefully cleaned the bloodstains around the wound.

After finishing, he led Mu Ruxue back to Qianyuan Cave.

Mu Ruxue took out a millennium ginseng root, sat cross-legged, and began to heal.

There was no denying it—the millennium ginseng was remarkably effective.

The horrendous wound visibly healed at an astonishing pace.

Outside, Qin Feng, accompanied by the peach tree demon, counted the casualties among the jiangshi army.

Both the black bear jiangshi and tiger jiangshi had perished in battle.

Out of three hundred and sixteen jiangshi, only fifty-two remained—a devastating loss.

Yet Qin Feng felt no sorrow.

As long as he lived, the jiangshi army would endure.

With his corpse poison capable of rapidly transforming humans and animals into jiangshi, as long as there were corpses, he could mass-produce the undead army.

Each jiangshi would be only one realm lower than him.

However—

While Qin Feng was unbothered, the peach tree demon was distressed.

“More than three hundred jiangshi, and now only fifty-two remain. So many killed! Those three people are hateful. If only they hadn’t fled so quickly—I would have made them part of us!”

The peach tree demon pouted fiercely.

“Enough. Bring them into the cave. We’re lucky to have survived and driven them off. Trying to kill them is clearly impossible,” Qin Feng said sternly.

He was only mid-stage hairy jiangshi; even at late-stage, he could not kill Feng Yang.

Even Wufeng and Bai He had their trump cards.

As a disciple of a great sect, Feng Yang certainly had safeguards.

Killing such a person was harder than killing a Taoist master.

First, they had many reserves.

Second, prodigies often enjoyed great fortune’s protection.

Whenever their life hung by a thread, unforeseen circumstances would arise to keep them alive—this was the power of great fortune.

Feng Yang’s escape was not due to fear of Qin Feng’s strength or the Three Pure Ones’ Transcendence Finger.

If Qin Feng guessed correctly, Feng Yang’s internal mana was running low, and he feared being drained entirely.

A Taoist mage without mana was no different from an ordinary person.

If Feng Yang still had ample mana, Qin Feng was sure he would not have fled, but rather would have used other means to continue the fight.

“Follow me.”

The peach tree demon addressed the remaining fifty-two jiangshi.

They all trotted in unison behind, entering the cave.

Qin Feng brought up the rear.

Inside, after about ten minutes—

Mu Ruxue’s wounds were completely healed.

Qin Feng inspected again and found no scars; the skin was smooth and tender.

“Auntie, your back is really smooth.”

Qin Feng couldn’t help but remark.

“Pah!”

Mu Ruxue’s delicate face flushed with a smile as she teased, “Since when have you become so slick-tongued?”

“Heh heh…”

Qin Feng grinned. “It’s not slick-tongued; it’s just naturally smooth.”

Mu Ruxue shot him a glance, then turned to the peach tree demon.

“How far is the treasure cave from here? Can it block sunlight?”

“Not far. It can block sunlight. The treasure cave is even deeper than Qianyuan Cave,” the peach tree demon said with great certainty.

“Good. Let’s head there now. Dawn is approaching; it’s best to leave here before those three bring others to cause trouble,” Mu Ruxue said.

Her greatest fear was Feng Yang and the others coming during daylight.

Qin Feng’s combat power weakened in the daytime, and he dared not leave Qianyuan Cave, placing them at a disadvantage.

If they came then, neither she nor the peach tree demon could handle Feng Yang and company.

“Alright,” Qin Feng nodded. “Peach tree demon, lead the way.”

Without hesitation, the peach tree demon led Qin Feng, Mu Ruxue, and the jiangshi army out of Qianyuan Cave.

Along the way, it hacked through thickets.

Because of the dense branches and rampant weeds, there was not even a proper path.

Occasionally, narrow animal trails appeared.

“How much farther, peach tree demon?”

Mu Ruxue looked up through the thick foliage at the pale sky.

Dawn was near.

If they didn’t reach the treasure cave before sunrise, they’d have to find another place to avoid the sunlight.

She and the peach tree demon weren’t afraid of light, but Qin Feng and the jiangshi army were.

“Almost there. Just up ahead, no more than five minutes,” the peach tree demon replied.

“How did you find the treasure cave?”

Qin Feng asked, curious.

“I stumbled upon it by chance. I found a mountain cave, and inside there were many magical and cursed artifacts. I thought it was my destiny, but the entrance was sealed by formation restrictions. I tried many ways but couldn’t get in,” the peach tree demon said regretfully.

If it had been able to enter, it might have become a great demon by now.

Still, following Qin Feng was its destiny.

Having missed the last opportunity, it was determined not to miss this one.