88: Chapter 87: Northern Patrol Envoy (3/10) 88: Chapter 87: Northern Patrol Envoy (3/10) Seizing the moment when the Demon Sect’s flying shuttle retreated in a fluster, An Jing had no intention of pursuing to extend his victory.
Instead, he sped toward the direction of Da Chen’s frontier city as fast as he could.
He was well aware that the current timidity and retreat of the Demon Sect were only temporary, resulting from the unexpected locking and tracking capabilities of the Chongming Sword Box.
Soon, the Demon Sect would realize that An Jing’s Sword Box might work well against people, but its destructive power against flying shuttles was not significant.
And An Jing knew his own limits.
His Spirit Qi Furnace could only support three flying swords, and even with his full strength, it could only support the fourth.
This might still require the use of Qi Boosting Pills to overdraw from his body’s reserves.
Against people, this meant he could kill four Martial Artists at the pinnacle of Inner Breath.
But for flying shuttles, such overly concentrated power would merely create four holes the size of human heads.
A human with a hole that big would surely die, but a flying shuttle, though its speed could be affected, would definitely not lose its capacity to fly and could continue to pursue.
If the Demon Sect had someone smart or someone with strong decisiveness, they wouldn’t just retreat after he killed the White-robed Scholar.
They would press on, sacrificing lives to exhaust all his trump cards.
In that case, he would truly have no choice but to be captured.
Fortunately, the enemy wasn’t that smart.
“Everyone’s an amateur troupe; it gives me some breathing space,” he mused.
“Especially without the divine tracking skills, it now comes down to who has the better techniques.”
After killing the White-robed Scholar, An Jing felt extremely refreshed.
It was an indescribable feeling, like after swallowing sip after sip of water, suddenly hearing more clearly and seeing more sharply.
The most surprising thing about this sensation of shattering shackles was that one couldn’t feel the constraints at all before actually breaking free.
Perhaps this is what being entangled in karma feels like.
“Moreover, the Artifacts of the Tianyuan Realm…
they’re incredibly useful!”
As he ran, An Jing observed the Sword Box in his hands with burning eyes.
An Jing was quite confident in his strength; even if facing the Chief Instructor Li or older martial powerhouses like Master of the Medicine Manor, he was confident in overcoming them in battle.
But that was contingent on them fighting him one-on-one, giving him an opportunity.
He was on the defensive, waiting for the opponent to make the first move and then reveal their flaws.
But with a flying sword, everything was different.
The entire momentum of offense and defense reversed in an instant.
Such Sword Boxes weren’t rare in the Tianyuan Realm.
Those for military use might be a bit more scarce, but ordinary Sword Boxes were commonly used even by faction members, who also had ‘Bulletproof Ponchos’ specifically designed to defend against Sword Boxes and firearms.
An Jing had already determined that, although the Bulletproof Poncho could not fully stop a direct hit from a Sword Box’s flying sword, it could definitely divert the sword to miss vital points and block ordinary bullets and weapon strikes.
If those from the Demon Sect thought his poncho was just an ordinary garment to hide his figure and engaged him in close combat or shot projectiles, they would certainly be in for a shock.
Of course, the Demon Sect was definitely not foolish.
An Jing believed that the next time the Demon Sect’s flying shuttles caught up with him, they would either be fully armored, equipped with shields, armor, and Protective Body Artifacts, or they would send several mature Inner Strength experts or Martial Meridian masters after him.
“Meet the soldiers with strategy, stave off the flood with earth—there are always more ways than difficulties,” he reflected.
Shaking his head lightly, An Jing chose not to think about this for the time being.
After all, without the real-time tracking by his fated weapon, he could always go to the Tianyuan Realm if he encountered danger, seeking a way to break the situation.
With the possibility of possessing two worlds and the assistance of a Sword Spirit, An Jing believed he could certainly deliver a constant stream of ‘surprises’ to all those with malicious intent towards him.
Just as An Jing was making haste non-stop towards the frontier city.
Hanhai’s three paths, the Hannan Path.
Yinzhou City, late at night.
As the capital of Hannan Path and the safest, Yinzhou City was the first to recover from the Hanhai Demon Calamity twelve years ago.
Thanks to the support from Shenjing and the convergence of resources from the entire Hannan Path, this place was even more prosperous than before.
Even though the entire city was covered in frost and snow, and the night sky showed no stars due to the snow clouds, the bright and clear lights penetrated the overcast heavens, revealing every detail of the snow clouds, making it seem like daytime.
The Tianyi Divine Sect, the location of the North Mysterious Altar.
Rosy Cloud Tower in Yinzhou City.
A tall woman with waterfall-like white hair held a cup of clear wine and stood at the watchtower, contentedly overlooking the night scene of Silver City.
The hustle and bustle of prosperity, even the vast snowflakes were melted into mist by the rising heat before they could fall.
Numerous people scurried about like ants within this vast city, and the slightly intoxicated woman wondered how many wealthy merchants, martial artists, and Daoist priests would she hit if she threw her cup of wine down now?
Narrowing her phoenix eyes, the valiant woman with a plum blossom mark between her eyebrows took a sip of wine.
She liked this feeling of looking down from above, overseeing all beings.
And she indeed had the strength to do so.
As a Northern Patrol Envoy of the Tianyi Divine Sect with the strength of the Divine Repository realm, there were few in the teeming Yinzhou City who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her, and even fewer who could defeat her.
——If it weren’t for the Divine Sect, she might still be a laundry woman by the river of Hanhai’s Yinchuan, at the mercy of others, unable to enjoy even a moment of peace in old age, and possibly even devoured by the demon calamity.
How could she otherwise have such longevity and perspective, looking down on the world like now?
Thinking so, the Northern Patrol Envoy took another sip of the Spiritual Wine.
This crystal-clear nectar was a precious spiritual object for common martial artists, capable of strengthening the blood and enhancing the innate qi, but to her, it was just the crisp taste she enjoyed.
Indulging in it could even produce a touch of intoxication, allowing her to better enjoy her rare leisure time.
But there will always be accidents, disrupting this comfort.
Suddenly, a deep and resonant voice rang out in the Northern Patrol Envoy’s ears.
At her side, the melted frost and snow condensed into a Water Mirror, hanging in mid-air.
In the mirror, a tall figure faintly appeared: “My tracking team has failed their mission, Xu Changjing is dead.
We’ve lost the track of An Jing.”
“Based on his escape trajectory, there’s a high probability that his target is either Kanming City or Tianyou City.
My people in the northwest have all been mobilized there.”
“However, the situation on the frontier is indeed complex, it seems other major events are unfolding, Da Chen’s men have also arrived, one Divine Repository, three Martial Meridians, all elite forces from Luanzhou, currently their whereabouts are unknown.”
“Including the local forces, we either proceed with caution or prepare for all-out war.”
“To prevent any surprises, I thought it best to inform you in advance, in case the situation spirals out of control, you should be ready to take action as well.”
Upon hearing this briefing, the Northern Patrol Envoy couldn’t help but frown deeply.
Troublesome affairs had arrived.