Chapter 435 - Protagonist, The Roast Chicken Came

At dusk, the boundless desert was distorted and vibrated due to the fire spirit inflammation. Two flying swords' spiritual light pierced through the sky from a hundred feet high. The sand rabbit that poked its head out of the underground hole was already left behind before it could see what it was.

On the flying sword at the front, Ye Anping was wearing a long earth-colored robe and a sunshade hat, paying attention to all the slightest movement within a hundred miles.

Since leaving Seven Dragon Valley, he and Xiao Yunluo had traveled day and night. It was now the third day.

Counting the two days that Sword Sect's flying spiritual pets traveled back and forth and the one day that they lost contact with each other, Ye Anping roughly estimated that Feng Yu Die and the others might have met with an accident five days ago.

Ye Anping wasn't sure about her and Yun Jiujiu's current situation, but there was one thing he could confirm.

---At least Feng Yu Die was still alive.

If Feng Yu Die had been killed, these five days would have been enough for Xiao Tian to come crying to him to report her death.

Moreover, his name had, after all, been written by Xiao Tian on the cover of the Heavenly Dao Scroll.

Ye Anping felt that once Feng Yu Die died, he would definitely be able to sense it even if he was thousands of miles away.

However, precisely because he knew that Feng Yu Die was still fine, he was somewhat puzzled by the nervousness and pressure building up in his heart.

Worried?

Why would he worry since she was still alive?

Feng Yu Die had the spirit of Spring Phase, and injuries to her were not important at all, only the number of bumps and bruises were different. She was the same as Gu Mingxin. Even if her arms and legs were cut off, they would grow back by themselves as long as she lay down and rested for ten days or half a month.

---So what was he worried about?

Ye Anping frowned and took a deep breath to put the anxiety in his heart to the back of his mind. He concentrated on sending spiritual energy to the flying sword under his feet, increasing its speed again.

Xiao Yunluo, who was flying beside him, only lowered her head to look at the map in her hand. When she raised her head again, she realized that Ye Anping had left her more than two hundred feet behind. She immediately chased after him with a flustered expression.

"Anping, wait for me..."

...

After a while, the sun had already hidden behind the western horizon. The hot wind that had blown across their faces before had also turned into a cold wind unique to the desert nights.

After three days of flying full speed, Xiao Yunluo couldn't concentrate anymore. She took out a Soul Gathering pill from her storage bag and put it in her mouth. Then, she looked at Ye Anping, took out another one, and brought it to his mouth. "Anping, Soul Gathering pill..."

"Hmm..."

Ye Anping nodded and opened his lips slightly. Just as he was about to bite down on the Spirit Gathering pill in Xiao Yunluo's hand, his dark purple eyes under his bangs suddenly sharpened as if he had seen something unbelievable. In an instant, he stopped the flying sword under his feet, hovering in the air.

Xiao Yunluo, who didn't react, naturally, rushed forward.

"Ah?"

Seeing Ye Anping suddenly stop behind her, Xiao Yunluo was stunned for a moment. She also quickly stopped her flying sword and slowly lowered her head to look down. Her eyes instantly shrank into two vertical lines. She was so shocked that she could not speak clearly.

"Anping! This... this..."

"...Hmm."

In front of them were the remains of the immortal ship that had been piled up with rubble and turned into wood chips. More than a hundred Ghost Spirit Sect and Justice Division disciples were lying in disarray everywhere, their weapons broken and their blades lying on the ground.

At the putrid stench of the corpses mixed with the strong smell of blood, Xiao Yunluo could not help but cover her mouth and almost vomited a rainbow after only two glances.

"Yunluo, stay up here."

Ye Anping told her that after seeing that she couldn't stand it. He scanned the surroundings briefly and confirmed that Feng Yu Die and Yun Jiujiu weren't lying among the corpses. Then, he flew down on his sword and landed beside a disciple of the Justice Division. He held his breath and squatted down.

"A disciple of the Justice Division, he was stabbed twice in the chest and seven times in the shoulder, and his golden elixir was shattered. Judging from the swelling of the corpse and considering the great temperature difference between day and night in the desert, at least four days have passed..."

"This man was a disciple of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his head was cut off with a sword. The incision was clean and neat, and there was no trace of spiritual energy burning. It should be Feng Yu Die's work..."

"Ghost Spirit Sect disciple. Rib fracture. He died from a blunt weapon directly shattering his core. There are no other obvious wounds. Killed by Yun Jiujiu."

...

Hovering on her sword, Xiao Yunluo watched Ye Anping check the Ghost Spirit Sect and the Justice Division disciples, one by one as if taking a walk.

Biting her lips, she closed her eyes, held her breath, and mustered up her courage to land.

A gentle breeze blew, and the talismans that fell on them turned into small flames that connected into a dotted line of fire and lit up half of the night sky.

The two flying swords shot out from the embers and came to a stop in the sky.

Xiao Yunluo looked down and pursed her lips slightly. "Anping, since the Second Idiot and the others escaped, could they have already headed to the Sword Gate Pass?"

"No." Ye Anping glanced at Xiao Tian and replied, "She is recovering in the valley over there."

...

Under the cover of night, the sudden fire twenty miles away was like a beacon, reaching the front of the valley cave.

A disciple of the Justice Division who was on watch outside the cave entrance ran inside as if he were facing a great enemy. He stopped in front of Yun Jiujiu, who was bandaging other disciples. "Second Miss Yun! It's burning!"

"What? What's burning?"

"Um... The brothers and sisters."

Yun Jiujiu didn't understand, but she suddenly saw the sky outside the cave lit up with fire. She immediately got up and rushed to the entrance of the cave.

When she saw that the place where she and Feng Yu Die had killed the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples was on fire, her temper flared up too, and she stood up abruptly. "Crap! What bastard dared to burn our people?!"

Cursing loudly, Yun Jiujiu turned and ran into the cave. She lifted the sword that was leaning against the wall and seemed to be ready to fly over and chop someone up.

When the disciple saw this, he was scared out of his wits and quickly grabbed her waist. "Second Miss Yun! Calm down! Calm down!!"

"Calm, my ass! They're burning our people!"

As if hearing the commotion at the entrance, Feng Yu Die who was inside also came over.

Feng Yu Die was wearing a relatively clean white robe at the moment, and she looked worried. Seeing Yun Jiujiu making a fuss at the entrance of the cave, she hurried forward to hold her back. "Jiujiu, what are you doing?"

"Someone is burning our people!! No-bird, stay here, I'll go out and chop that bastard up!"

"Calm down..."

Feng Yu Die leaned on the side of the cave entrance and looked out.

Her eyes reflected the sea of ​​fire that dyed the night red, as well as the two flying swords in the sky coming toward them.

She squinted her eyes, and seeing Xiao Tian beside the two on the flying swords, a tear flashed in her golden eyes under her silver bangs.

She sniffled lightly.

"Sniffle..."

Yun Jiujiu, who was standing by, was confused. "Ah? Feng Yu Die, why are you crying?!"

"Sniff... woooo..." Feng Yu Die raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. She seemed to be unable to control her tongue and said incoherently, "Roast chicken... roast chicken is here..."

?

"What?!"

While Yun Jiujiu was confused, Ye Anping and Xiao Yunluo landed in front of the cave entrance.

Seeing Feng Yu Die crying, Xiao Yunluo froze in place, as if a new expression of the Second Idiot was unlocked. It was the first time she saw her crying.

After Ye Anping landed, he looked at the vigilant eyes of Yun Jiujiu, took off the bamboo hat on his head, and cupped his hands. "Second Miss Yun, I am late..."

Before he finished the sentence, Feng Yu Die leaped like a hungry wolf and directly hit Ye Anping's stomach, who had no time to dodge. He gritted his teeth and held his breath trying to settle his stomach.

"Roast chicken!! Wooo! Roast chicken!!"

"..."

Ye Anping sat on the ground as he listened to her words and looked at her throwing into his arms. He took a deep breath, grabbed her ears, and lifted her up.

"Aiyaya..."

Feng Yu Die yelped in pain and patted his hand for mercy.

After Ye Anping loosened his grip, Feng Yu Die crouched in front of him and sniffed, wiping her nose with her sleeve. Then, she squinted her eyes, grinning at him and giggling foolishly. "Ehehe... Master Ye, you're here."

Looking at her silly smile, Ye Anping didn't know why he suddenly felt as if all the pressure on the road had disappeared. His shoulders relaxed as he sighed. "Ah... well, I'm here."