"I..."
Chasing the Wind was so frightened that his tiger fur stood on end, pricking Li An awake from his drowsy state.
Fortunately, unlike most infants, he didn't cry upon waking. Instead, he smiled at the sight of the incoming sword qi.
Chasing the Wind managed to dodge the sword qi with his ultra-extreme turning ability, but the qi was exceptionally sharp and still cost him two whiskers.
He looked in the direction the sword qi came from and saw Fu Ming floating in the air, smiling with sword in hand.
Fu Ming practiced the Boundless Sword Technique, the flagship sword art of the Boundless Sword Sect. This Boundless Sword Qi carried a chaotic intent, mysterious, heavy, and sharp.
In terms of sharpness alone, Li Shiyin's Star Sword Qi was far inferior to the Boundless Sword Qi.
So even Chasing the Wind, who was intimately familiar with Li Shiyin's Star Sword Qi, broke out in a cold sweat when faced with this sneak attack of Boundless Sword Qi.
"You're really not human!" he couldn't help but curse, "Resorting to sneak attacks?"
As he cursed, he immediately whipped up a gale, charging straight at Fu Ming.
Fu Ming had observed the entire battle between Kong Xuan and Chasing the Wind. He knew Chasing the Wind's physical body was terrifyingly strong and couldn't be engaged in close combat. He hurriedly employed his sword technique, slashing out sword qi while using his movement skills to maintain distance from Chasing the Wind.
"Playing 'walk the dog', are we?"
Seeing Fu Ming's tactics, Chasing the Wind couldn't help but sneer.
Because no matter how fast Fu Ming was, he couldn't possibly be faster than Li Shiyin's divine body technique, Immortal Seeking the Way. By keeping his distance like this, he'd be better off fighting in close quarters. He might even stand a chance of victory relying on the sharpness of his sword qi.
"Who do you think you are?" Chasing the Wind asked.
How could the great Chasing the Wind be so easily led around?
He was seen constantly dodging sword qi, using gales to deflect it, then diving into the shadow of the sword qi, continuously closing in on Fu Ming.
Watching Chasing the Wind draw ever closer, Fu Ming found himself in a dilemma. If he released more sword qi, Chasing the Wind would use it to close in. If he didn't...
Remembering the force of Chasing the Wind's paw that had stunned Kong Xuan the Sword Immortal, Fu Ming hesitated.
At this moment, Chasing the Wind suddenly made a "tiger's fierce charge", no longer relying on the shadow of the sword qi, but directly rushing to Fu Ming's front.
First came a soul-shaking tiger roar...
Fu Ming was prepared for this, however. He deployed his sword technique, slashing out sword qi that split the tiger's roar.
Chasing the Wind didn't care and pounced as usual, swiping down with his paw.
Tigers only have those three moves in close combat...
Fu Ming didn't dare to directly block his paw. He quickly sidestepped, and taking advantage of Chasing the Wind's pounce, he slid and raised his sword towards the tiger's belly, its weakest point.
But before his sword qi could fully form, a tiger tail like an iron whip lashed towards him. He hurriedly turned his sword tip towards the tail. The tail and sword clashed with a loud "clang".
The force of the tail was too great, making his hand go numb.
As Chasing the Wind pounced, he quickly got up...
But suddenly, as Chasing the Wind's body lunged forward, his tail whipped around again, striking Fu Ming's hand and sending his sword flying.
"Still thinking of sneak attacks? Still thinking of sliding tackles?" Chasing the Wind sneered, "This is the trap your great Chasing the Wind set for you! How do you like this 'returning tiger tail'?"
A swordsman without his sword is basically done for. Fu Ming had nothing left to say.
Chasing the Wind turned and struck him with a paw, sending him flying.
Before Fu Ming could land, Chasing the Wind leapt up, opened his huge maw, and caught him in his mouth.
Learning from Kong Xuan the Sword Immortal's earlier example, Fu Ming lasted a few more moves, but only a few. He didn't realize that between him and this seemingly silly little tiger, there might be a slight difference in strength.
Chasing the Wind landed in a cool pose.
Just then, the ground rumbled "boom boom boom" like fireworks, and hundreds of cultivators flew out from underground, kicking up countless particles of soil, snow, and ice shards that danced in the air.
This served as a backdrop for Chasing the Wind's landing, making him look even cooler.
"Where is it?!" Cultivators in the air brandished their swords, searching everywhere for Chasing the Wind.
"I'll kill that beast!!" A female cultivator cursed loudly, "How dare it trap me in the soil!"
"The treasure, it took the treasure away!" Someone reminded.
But the loud commotion in the air gradually quieted down. Amidst the fluttering ice shards, Chasing the Wind spat out Fu Ming from his mouth and signaled to Li An behind him: "Little one, sword qi!"
Li An then unleashed a streak of sword qi, pointing at Fu Ming on the ground as Chasing the Wind intended.
"Want the treasure?" Chasing the Wind stood on the ground, looking up at the cultivators in the air, and shouted, "Come on, come down and fight me! If you win, it's yours."
The sight of Fu Ming lying like a dead dog at his feet was truly intimidating, and for a moment, no one in the air dared to move.
"Come on, who else?!!" Chasing the Wind shouted again, "It's getting late, I'm in a hurry, I need to go home for dinner..."
Still, no one dared to make a move.
Seeing this, Chasing the Wind suddenly opened his huge mouth:
"Roar..."
A tiger's roar erupted from the ground towards the sky, like a tiger's roar echoing through the mountains and forests, terrifying all beasts. This single roar from Chasing the Wind left the hundreds of cultivators in the air paralyzed with fear.
As he roared, he gradually grew larger, returning to his original size, standing about ten feet tall at the shoulder.
"Bunch of cowards," he left with these words, then turned and rode the wind away.
Some cultivators in the air were indignant and wanted to use their magic to chase after him, but when they saw Chasing the Wind's current form, it was as if they saw the qilin from earlier in the sky. They hesitated for a moment and ultimately didn't give chase.
They watched as the white tiger, carrying an infant on its back, stepped on the wind and slowly disappeared from their sight.
Chasing the Wind ran for over half an hour before looking back. The group of cultivators hadn't pursued.
"Phew..." he let out a sigh of relief.
Although he was very powerful, he might not be able to defeat so many cultivators, especially with an infant on his back. Li An might possess sword qi, but he was still a baby after all. In a proper cultivator battle, even a slight brush or bump could potentially harm him. He didn't dare to take the risk.
"Hey!" After relaxing, he became proud again. He raised his paw, tossing the jewel-like qilin blood, and boasted to Li An, "Look, isn't your big brother Chasing the Wind awesome? I scared them off so easily. This drop of qilin blood is ours now."
Li An naturally wouldn't respond, but someone else did: "You took Li An on a treasure hunt?!!"
"Who's there?" Chasing the Wind was startled. He looked towards the voice and saw Li Shiyin holding a sword, standing on the tip of a large tree.
"Shiyin?" He grinned proudly again, showing Li Shiyin the qilin blood in his paw, "This is what we snatched, qilin blood!"
Li Shiyin rolled her eyes at him, flew to his side, took Li An into her arms, and said, "You took Li An to do such a dangerous thing, I wonder how you'll explain this to your father."
Thinking of his father's cautious nature, Chasing the Wind hesitated and said uncertainly, "We got the qilin blood and didn't get hurt. Surely I won't be scolded, right?"
"What do you think?" Li Shiyin asked in return.
Chasing the Wind scratched his head with his paw, then held out the qilin blood to Li Shiyin, saying, "Then I won't go back for now. You give the qilin blood to Dad. Let Dad use the qilin blood to refine a pill for Li An to strengthen his body. It must be very nourishing."
Li Shiyin didn't take the qilin blood from him. She looked him up and down, sneering, "So you're planning not to go back at all?"
"..." Chasing the Wind let out a sigh.
They still returned to Dan Peak, but the consequences weren't as severe. Qin Ran knew this fellow was mischievous, but this level... wasn't so outrageous.
In fact, compared to the qilin blood Chasing the Wind had snatched, Qin Ran was more interested in how Chasing the Wind had prevented the Boundless Sword Sect disciples from targeting the Dao Sword Sect disciples.
"Can't wait any longer?" he muttered to himself.
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