Little Fairy

Chapter 62 Little Fairy

Yan Gao and Yan Wu led their clansmen to hunt down the rogue cultivators.

Yan Zhengping remained behind to organize the defenses, guarding the side of the family ancestor, Yan Tiangong.

Originally, Yan Zhengping had intended to personally hunt down Gui San. However, he had broken his lower leg during the battle, making movement difficult. Furthermore, the ancestor was heavily injured and required protection. He ultimately chose to stay behind.

At that moment, Guo Tao limped over. He had also sustained severe injuries during the clash, but he had at least managed to keep his life.

"Family Head," Guo Tao said, "that brat Ji Yin seems to have fled."

Yan Zhengping snapped his head up. Only now did he remember that Ji Yin still needed to be dealt with.

Irritated, he frowned. The best course of action for the Yan family was to migrate the entire clan to the territory of the Nine Palaces Sect as quickly as possible.

However, moving an entire family in a hurry would create a massive disturbance, inevitably drawing the attention of the Corpse Demon Sect.

Their only option now was to suppress all news of the Yan family's betrayal, buying precious time to prepare for the relocation.

As for waiting for the final batch of mature, high-year Seven-Color Grass to maximize their profits, Yan Zhengping no longer dared to dream of it.

He only wanted to save as many clansmen as he could.

Yan Zhengping swept his Divine Sense over Guo Tao to check his condition. Seeing that the man was grievously wounded and unfit to pursue Song Wen, Yan Zhengping turned his gaze toward the wreckage of the flying vessel, scanning the remaining clansmen for those who still possessed fighting strength.

His eyes eventually locked onto a young man at the sixth layer of Qi Condensation.

"Yan Feng, come here," Yan Zhengping commanded.

Yan Feng had been on the vessel when they took stock of the Seven-Color Grass that morning. He knew what Song Wen looked like, and his cultivation was decent. Hunting down a mere third-layer Qi Condensation brat like Song Wen should be trivial.

Moreover, the late-stage Qi Condensation cultivators who could still fight had already been taken by Yan Gao and Yan Wu. He had no choice but to entrust the task to Yan Feng.

Once Yan Feng approached, Yan Zhengping spoke in a low voice.

"Yan Feng, pursue and kill Ji Yin. You must eliminate him before he escapes the swamp."

"Understood, Family Head," Yan Feng replied. "But the marsh is vast. Which direction should I take?"

Yan Zhengping hesitated, realizing he had not paid attention to the path Song Wen had taken during the chaos.

Guo Tao interjected from the side, "During the battle, I caught a glimpse of Ji Yin. He seemed to head southwest."

Yan Zhengping's expression tightened. "Southwest!"

Southwest was the shortest route out of the marsh, stretching only a little over two hundred li.

"It seems we underestimated that brat," Yan Zhengping said, a trace of regret in his voice.

More than two quarter-hours had passed since Song Wen fled. If he was burning Flight Talismans without regard for the cost, he could easily be a hundred li away by now.

"Yan Feng, take a few clansmen and set out immediately."

Meanwhile, after breaking away from the battlefield, Song Wen had been sprinting relentlessly toward the southwest.

With the aid of a Flight Talisman, his movements were incredibly swift. Every leap from the trees propelled him a hundred meters forward. If he pushed past that distance, his forward momentum would drop sharply, slowing down his overall pace.

Fifteen minutes later, the Flight Talisman burned out.

Without a moment's hesitation, Song Wen activated another one. Without the aid of a talisman, his movement speed through the dense, muddy foliage of the marsh would drop by more than half.

An hour passed. Having consumed four Flight Talismans, Song Wen finally breached the boundary of the swamp.

Yet, the moment he stepped onto solid ground, an unexpected figure blocked his path.

Yan Yiwen!

Seeing her waiting ahead, Song Wen's muscles tensed.

She was at the seventh layer of Qi Condensation. In a direct confrontation, he stood absolutely no chance.

Fortunately, when Gui San exposed the Yan family's collusion with the Nine Palaces Sect, Yan Yiwen had not been present. There was a high probability she remained entirely unaware that Song Wen knew her family's secret.

In fact, Song Wen suspected she might not even know about the betrayal at all. She was young and impulsive; the family elders likely wouldn't trust her with a secret of such gravity.

With that thought, Song Wen forced himself to appear calm, keeping his eyes locked on her while remaining perfectly still.

As Song Wen spotted her, Yan Yiwen also noticed him emerging from the brush in a disheveled state.

Disdain flickered across her eyes.

Just as Song Wen had deduced, she knew nothing of her family's betrayal or the order to hunt him down.

Earlier today, while she was deep in closed-door cultivation, she had received an urgent transmission from the ancestor stating that enemies were assaulting the estate.

When Yan Tiangong had received Yan Zhengping's secret emergency message, he realized Gui San had gathered a formidable band of rogue cultivators. Knowing his own lifespan was nearing its end and his strength had waned, the ancestor lacked the confidence to repel them.

To preserve the family line, he ordered Yan Yiwen, the clan's greatest prodigy, to flee alone.

If the Yan family fell, she would carry their bloodline and hold the key to their eventual resurgence.

Though unwilling and eager to fight alongside her kin, she did not dare defy the absolute authority of the ancestor. Ultimately, she had submitted and fled.

Upon exiting the swamp, she had hidden within the dense forest, never expecting to run directly into the fleeing Song Wen.

Seeing his bedraggled state, Yan Yiwen did not suspect anything amiss. In her eyes, Song Wen was simply a coward who had been terrified by Gui San's faction and had bolted blindly toward the edge of the marsh.

She cast a contemptuous glance at him, then dismissively turned her head away. She had always held him in low regard.

Weak and spineless-a truly pathetic coward.

However, she soon realized that Song Wen's gaze remained firmly glued to her.

Yan Yiwen was long accustomed to the attention of the opposite sex. Not only was her cultivation talent exceptional, but her appearance and figure were also remarkably striking.

Whether within the clan or traveling abroad, she was always the center of attention.

Ordinarily, she didn't mind the stares; in fact, she took a certain pride in them as validation of her charm. But today, consumed by worry over her family, his persistent gaze only provoked her annoyance.

Her delicate brows knit together, and she snapped coldly, "Ji Yin! If you dare stare at me again, I will gouge your eyes out. Don't think for a second that your status as a sect envoy will protect you from me!"

Hearing her sharp rebuke, Song Wen was briefly stunned before a wave of relief washed over him. This foolish woman truly knew nothing.

Yet, what was with that sudden hostility and bizarre sense of superiority?

Did she actually think he was smitten with her?

Was this the cultivation world's equivalent of a spoiled princess?

Though his mind whirled with dark amusement, his expression shifted instantly into one of submissive fear. "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. I'll leave right away."

Giving her a wide berth, Song Wen dashed toward a distant mountain, vanishing into the thick woods in the blink of an eye.

Only a few moments after his departure did Yan Yiwen suddenly blink, realizing her mistake.

"Ah! I should have asked him about the situation back there!"

"Then again, given his miserable strength, he probably ran the moment the fighting started. He wouldn't know anything useful anyway," she muttered to herself, shaking her head as she discarded the thought.

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