Volume 2, Chapter 110 – Stupid Doppelgänger, Contact Me Immediately If You’re in Danger!

Qi Huang was frantic, no longer bothering to conceal herself as she streaked through broad daylight beyond the city gates. The only cover she had was the veil over her face.

But the moment she exited the city, her figure suddenly jerked to an abrupt halt before twisting stiffly to the side.

Whoosh!

At the same instant, an arrow tore through the air, grazing past her body. A visible red trail lingered in its wake—the result of the arrowhead heating from friction—before vanishing into the distance.

Qi Huang’s heart nearly stopped.

Had she not developed the habit of maintaining divine sense vigilance, that single arrow would have sent her to the afterlife.

She turned slowly and saw a demonic figure pursuing her from the direction of the city. The man was tall, his skin gleaming, his build bull-like. Yet despite his massive frame, his speed was terrifying. Each thunderous step cratered the ground like a meteor impact, propelling him forward in leaps of over thirty meters. His pace matched her flight effortlessly.

‘Xiao Sha? When did he notice me?’

Her face paled the moment she recognized him.

“Friend from the Immortal Alliance! Isn’t it rude to leave without saying goodbye after watching me for so long?”

Xiao Sha’s booming voice rang out as he drew another arrow from his back, nocking it onto his powerful bow with practiced ease. He pulled the string taut and loosed another shot at Qi Huang.

Swish!

This arrow was even deadlier—its sound hadn’t even reached her before the projectile was already at her face, moving faster than the eye could track.

Qi Huang’s divine sense enveloped the area, allowing her to perceive its trajectory clearly. But her physical cultivation was only at the Spirit Gathering Realm’s third layer. Relying on bodily reflexes alone, dodging would have been impossible.

Fortunately, she wasn’t dependent on her physical form—otherwise, she wouldn’t have evaded the first arrow either.

Her divine sense wrapped around her body, yanking her sideways.

Swish!

The arrow grazed past her ear again, the heat from its friction scorching her skin painfully.

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“A woman? Since when did Yongning Province have such a young female expert at the Incarnation Realm?”

Xiao Sha closed the distance in moments, his expression flickering with surprise upon getting a clear look at Qi Huang.

She didn’t dare linger. Channeling her divine sense, she fled.

Though Xiao Sha was a martial artist, his strength rivaled that of an Incarnation Realm cultivator. There was no way a counterfeit like her could match him.

“No need to rush off! After spying on me for days, we’re practically old friends. At least stay for a meal!”

Xiao Sha laughed loudly, his body surging forward in another explosive leap. Each bound launched him from the forest canopy, his bow releasing another arrow mid-air.

‘A meal? More like you want to feast at my funeral.’

Qi Huang grumbled inwardly as she manipulated her body with divine sense to dodge. The strain was immense, and her movements grew increasingly clumsy.

Only now did she realize how shortsighted she’d been.

Who said running couldn’t outpace flying?

“Let’s see how much longer you can keep this up! Tonight, I will feast at your expense!”

Xiao Sha snorted coldly, biting his finger and smearing blood onto his peculiar greatbow. He then drew three arrows from his quiver, firing them simultaneously with a roar:

“My blood for yours! Blood Sacrifice Arrows!”

“Swish!”

The three arrows vanished instantly, their fletching now stained crimson.

The blood, altered by some property of the bow, became viscous mid-flight. Though the arrows shot forward, the blood stretched into thin threads, tethering them firmly to the bowstring.

Xiao Sha’s three fingers rested on the blood-formed threads, plucking them like a master musician.

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In response, the three arrows twisted mid-air, tracing impossible trajectories as they closed in on Qi Huang from different angles.

She tried to evade, but the rear arrow seemed to have eyes—it pursued relentlessly, finally grazing her calf and drawing blood.

“Ugh—!”

A muffled groan escaped her lips. She had no time to assess the injury, pouring every ounce of divine sense into her escape.

One thing was clear—these Blood Sacrifice Arrows couldn’t be dodged. Only speed could save her now.

Cheng Hongling, seated at home, suddenly shuddered. Her gaze dropped to her leg—she’d felt a sharp, inexplicable pain in her calf.

Baffled, she lifted her skirt, only to find the skin as smooth and unblemished as ever.

“Did… she get hurt?”

In a flash, she appeared outside, staring toward the provincial capital as if sensing something across the distance.

“Stupid doppelgänger! Contact me immediately if you’re in danger!”

Worry flickered in her beautiful eyes.

“Little Ling, what’s wrong?”

Jiang Liniang stepped out, puzzled.

“Nothing.”

Cheng Hongling brushed her off, not wanting to worry her mother.

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Qi Huang struggled onward, her divine sense waning with time. Her speed faltered, yet the three arrows clung like malignant shadows.

‘What do I do? Should I let my main body summon me back? But that’d be so humiliating…’

She wrestled with the thought. She’d left against Cheng Hongling’s warnings to search for her master. Returning in such a pathetic state was unbearable.

Just then, the arrows closed in, their killing intent frosting her spine.

‘Guess I have no choice but to use my trump card.’

Gritting her teeth, three strands of her hair suddenly elongated, lashing backward with precision— SNAP! —severing the blood threads controlling the arrows.

Freed from manipulation, the arrows sailed past Qi Huang harmlessly by sheer momentum, though the near-miss left her shaken.

Sweat drenched her as she pushed her divine sense to its limits, fleeing desperately.

“Oh? What an unusual technique!”

Xiao Sha, catching up moments later, stared at her retreating figure in bewilderment. But he didn’t pursue further.

Qi Huang flew until she was certain she’d shaken all pursuit before finally descending. Her divine sense was nearly depleted.

The moment her feet touched the ground, pain forced her into a crouch. She looked down to find her skirt torn and soaked with blood.

Lifting the fabric revealed a ghastly wound—a chunk of flesh had been gouged from her calf, blood still welling from the jagged gash.

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A tentative touch sent fresh agony lancing through her, but she had no time to dwell on it. After hastily packing the wound with mugwort, she replenished her divine sense using the Tongming Comb and set off again without rest.

Half a day later, she finally reached Mǎ’ān Village, limping as she questioned villagers about her master’s whereabouts.

When she arrived at the courtyard where he’d been staying, the scene made her blood run cold.

The place was utterly destroyed—nothing remained but wreckage. No sign of her master.

‘No… if they didn’t find him, he must still be alive.’

She forced herself to think rationally.

‘What happened? Did the Severed Immortal Sect get here first?’

The thought came instinctively, but she dismissed it. She’d moved at breakneck speed—there was no way ordinary cultists on foot could’ve outpaced her.

The only explanation was that someone else was after her master.

‘I have to find him. Now.’

Gritting her teeth, she limped back to the villagers, her wound reopening under the strain. Fresh blood streaked her skirt in macabre patterns.

A kind-hearted villager offered to bandage her properly, but she declined politely.

Soon, she pieced together what had happened: a fight had broken out at the courtyard earlier. Though no one dared watch, the sounds suggested the pursuers had headed west.

‘Master must’ve fled westward.’

Without hesitation, she took to the skies again, streaking toward the western forests.

Less than ten li out, the sounds of combat reached her from below. She immediately extended her divine sense downward.