Chapter 634: Late to Practice

Chapter 634: Late to Practice

Back through the flashy palace and out of Jizhi Zhimeis quarters. The second he stepped outside, Hui froze. Wait, hold on. I didnt get her to ask Tseng Caihong for a meeting so I can retrieve Zhubi yet! Dammit! How could I let the most important part slip my mind so easily? The whole reason I went into her palace at all totally wasted!

Taking a deep breath, Hui forced himself to calm down. Okay, okay. I always have tomorrow. And I can always try the other seniors? Surely Jizhi Zhimei isnt the only higher-realm cultivator who knows how to contact the Palace Master.

Gui Hui! There you are. Tian Mo ran over.

Hui turned. Tian Mo.

Were just about to head to practice. I wasnt sure if youd make it in time, but good thing I waited! Come on, hurry! Zhang Zhisho isnt going to be happy if we show up late!

Hui considered for a moment, then quickly adjusted his cultivation back to the second-stage level. I do still want to check in on the resentment demons. That damned alarm barrier still wont give up the ghost. And theres no need to alarm any of the other teachers about my sudden and rapid ascension. Ill just adjust it back up if Jizhi Zhimei comes knocking! Nodding, he smiled. Lead the way!

Tian Mo nodded, then paused. He frowned at Hui. Gui Hui, you look how to say? More attractive?

Ah, well Hui paused, examining his cultivation. Its true that I cultivated charm, butbut I forgot I was still in yin mode, after Jizhi Zhimei forced me to keep it up! Er, quickly He pulled his phoenix flame to the yin, quickly converting it back to yang. His body shifted subtly, and everything returned to his normal. well, I was learning from Jizhi Zhimei, he quickly ad-libbed.

Oh you survived? Tian Mo asked, startled.

Huh? Ah, yes. Hui said, scratching the back of his head. Yes if I was an ordinary second-stage cultivator, Id be severely wounded right now. Second stage cultivators arent able to instantly heal wounds. In fact, Id likely have a fever brewing soon! Goodness only knows how actual second stage cultivators are able to survive.

Tian Mo shook his head. Wow you really are something, Gui Hui. You must have been famous in your home sect, too.

Me? No, no well, er, Hui hesitated. He scratched the back of his head. I am famous, to some small extent, but probably for my cowardice more than my achievements.

I do feel kind of bad about this. All the actual second stage cultivators are going to underestimate themselves because of me! Because of me but, but not because Im good at cultivation. No, no. Only because Im secretly higher realm.

But, on the other hand, if they underestimate themselves, theyll be less likely to do foolish things and make the kinds of classic, brash mistakes cultivators make when they overestimate themselves. When it comes to over- or under- estimation, underestimation is a far less dangerous situation to find oneself in!

I should encourage underestimation. After all, their cultivation instincts will lead them to be confident! Better to preempt that and make them reconsider, then face life with the proper underestimation in order to survive a long time.

No, Tian Mo, stop, Hui ordered, stopping himself.

Tian Mo slowed, drifting to a halt. He frowned at Hui.

Hui shook his head. He jogged to Tian Mos side. Listen. Its complete silence. Theres something wrong.

Eyes wide, Tian Mo jolted. We went to the wrong field! He whipped around and sprinted back toward the portal.

Eh? Theres another field? Hui asked. He looked back toward the practice field. Is that all it is? I was getting concerned for nothin

A sword swept from the sky to hover at Tian Mos neck. He drew to an abrupt stop, putting his hands into the air.

Lop-style rabbit ears draping elegantly in chestnut hair, her arms folded sternly, Ai Tuzi, the rabbit princess of the Northern Lands Demon Clans hovered above them atop a small flying sword. She narrowed her eyes at Tian Mo. Move, and die.

Tian Mo froze where he stood, absolutely refusing to move another inch.

Tian Mo! Hui ran toward him, eyes wide.

Ai Tuzi gave a hand signal. From behind her, a rabbit-eared man gestured, and a second sword flew toward Hui. Already prepared, Hui instantly fell backward. He cocked his head at an odd angle and died. Should I bleed a little? I dont want to bleed, though. Bleeding hurts.

Well, Im pretty far from the attackers. They probably cant see my throat from there. So decided, Hui went completely still.

Gui Hui! Tian Mo shouted, aghast. He glared back at Ai Tuzi. Why? Why did you kill him?

Ai Tuzi scoffed, voice cold. Dont move, or you die, too!

At the same time, she turned over her shoulder, glaring at her rabbit-eared subordinate. Without a word, her narrowed eyes asked, What have you done now? I didnt tell you to kill him.

The cultivators upright rabbit ear flicked, just once. He licked his lips. I know I didnt cut that childs throat, so why did he die?