Great Sage
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Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2025-03-22 08:36:02 +0000 UTCThe battle between Chi Xiao and Mo Jiu erupted in an instant, unleashing powerful spiritual energy.
Dark demonic qi clashed with crimson divine flames, consuming the entire forest in a vortex of destruction.
Having already fled several kilometers away, Han Luo felt the terrifying aura behind him—so he sped up even more.
This is way too reckless! Way too reckless!
A second-stage cultivator fighting a third-stage demon cultivator? That’s like a starving dog running into an outhouse—asking for trouble.
Suddenly!
A surge of heat radiated from behind him. A shadow streaked past with a sharp whoosh—Then crashed heavily to the ground right in front of him.
"Pfft…"
Chi Xiao coughed up blood, her once-valiant aura utterly drained. The confidence she had just moments ago was gone—she was seriously injured.
One exchange. Just one exchange.
And Chi Xiao had already lost. The sheer power of a demon cultivator was beyond imagination.
Han Luo saw this. Without a word, he turned and ran in the opposite direction.
Didn’t even glance at Chi Xiao, who was lying there injured.
I can barely save myself—girl, you’re on your own.
Chi Xiao gritted her teeth and forced herself up, ignoring the pain.
She cast a glance at Han Luo , who didn’t even spare her a single look before running off like his life depended on it. She swallowed her anger. Instead, she turned to face Mo Jiu, who was descending toward her through the air.
No words were exchanged. She launched herself back at him in a streak of red light.
"So fierce—I like that," Mo Jiu grinned.
His tongue flicked over his lips, eyes gleaming with appreciation. Unlike humans, who valued respect for teachers and tradition, demons respected only strength.
If you were strong enough, you could take whatever you wanted—including women. Mo Jiu threw a simple punch. No flashy techniques.
Just pure, overwhelming force.
"Boom!"
Chi Xiao was blown away again. In his True Demon Form, Mo Jiu had even slaughtered fourth-stage demon cultivators. A mere second-stage cultivator? Not even worth his attention.
Meanwhile, Han Luo was still running.
Until—
"Whoosh!"
"Bang!"
Chi Xiao flew through the air in an elegant arc—
"Splat!"
Landing right at his feet. This time, she was even worse off. Her crimson feathered battle armor was torn in multiple places. Pale, snow-white skin peeked through the rips.
Her long red hair was tangled into a mess.Her once-proud face was now covered in dust, looking both miserable and pitiful.
And Han Luo ? That guy was already gone.
Only a fleeting shadow of his disappearing figure remained—like he had rehearsed this escape a thousand times.
"Pfft…"
Chi Xiao hadn’t been coughing up blood before but now, after seeing Han Luo flee without even hesitating, she spat out a mouthful of blood in rage.
I literally saved your life just now!
I don’t need you to fight for me, but could you at least pretend to care?
Running away without a single word—what kind of person even does that?! Chi Xiao couldn’t believe it. She knew her own beauty was unparalleled.
And yet,
"Come quietly, little girl. Don’t make me mad."
Mo Jiu reached out with a massive clawed hand to grab her. Chi Xiao tried to move but to her shock, her body wouldn’t respond. She had already exhausted her spiritual energy battling the Demon Wolf King.
And she was injured. Now, against Mo Jiu, she was already running on fumes.
If it weren’t for her stubborn pride and unwillingness to watch others die in front of her, she wouldn’t have interfered.
And then, she thought of that guy, The one who didn’t even turn his head before running.
She simply couldn’t believe there was a man in this world who wouldn’t even hesitate to abandon her.
As a woman, she was fully aware of her charm.
But—
None of that mattered now. Mo Jiu’s hand descended upon her. Chi Xiao’s eyes glowed red.
At this moment, she would rather self-destruct than fall into demon hands. If she was captured, death would be a mercy compared to the torment awaiting her.
"Fiery—I like that." Mo Jiu’s smile widened as he reached for her.
Then, The ground beneath Chi Xiao shifted slightly.It felt… oddly comfortable?
And then—She was lifted off the ground. Mo Jiu’s grasp missed.
"Come on, what are you thinking? Self-destruction? Did you overdose on spirit pills or something?"\ Han Luo had thrown her over his shoulder. His entire body was covered in talismans.
Strength-enhancing talismans, speed-boosting talismans, stealth talismans, earth-escape talismans… Good thing he had prepared for ten years. and worked on his physical strength.
Otherwise, with all these talismans, he’d have exploded from the sheer force alone. Chi Xiao froze.
Surprised. Shocked.
And maybe just a tiny bit touched.
So this guy… actually came back to save me? I hate to admit it, but… that was kind of moving.
She was about to say something—
Until—
"Damn, sis! You’re heavy. You need to go on a diet."
…
Never mind.
Chi Xiao rolled her eyes so hard they almost got stuck. She had no idea what to say.
Han Luo bolted. Darting left and right, he disappeared into the dense forest. From the moment he picked up Chi Xiao to vanishing into the trees— The entire process took less than five seconds.
It was clearly a well-planned escape. Mo Jiu stood there, stunned. For three whole seconds.
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD! You ruined my plans again!" He exploded with rage.
With a burst of demonic energy, he shot forward to chase after them. No matter how fast Han Luo was, Mo Jiu was still a third-stage demon cultivator.
"Fighting is one thing, but do you really have to insult me? No manners at all."
Han Luo muttered under his breath.
Then—
He stomped the ground.
"Boom!"
A concealed mist talisman detonated, filling the entire area with thick smoke. This time, the mist covered a 200-meter radius.
Mo Jiu frowned. What the hell is wrong with this guy? How does he have so many tricks up his sleeve?
By the time the smoke cleared— Han Luo and Chi Xiao were gone.
"Damn it!"
Mo Jiu’s eyes turned vicious.
He raised his hands and unleashed a barrage of demonic energy blasts.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
One by one, deep craters scarred the landscape.
"Let's see how long you can hide!"
—
Underground.
Han Luo and Chi Xiao were hiding inside a safehouse. Of course, Han Luo hadn’t just run aimlessly. He had seven different safehouses in this area. Naturally, he had immediately headed for one.
But…
These safehouses were only meant for one person.
So—
Han Luo was hugging Chi Xiao tightly. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. Their faces were practically touching. It wasn’t exactly a dignified position, but it was all they could manage.
"Cough…"
Chi Xiao coughed, her injuries severe.
"Shhh—sis, be quiet."
"I’m in pain!"
Her voice was soft, tinged with an unusual gentleness.
"Oh, so now you know pain? You seriously tried to fight a demon cultivator head-on? Be grateful you're even alive."
"You muttering about something?!"
"Nope! I was just saying… your skin is really nice. Smooth. Like… concrete."
"YOU’RE INSULTING ME."
"Nope, just a compliment."
"You are absolutely insulting me."
"Fine. Yes, I am."
"You—"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Loud explosions got closer.
Then—
The roof of the safehouse was ripped open.
"Hehehe… found you."
"Oh my, looks like I interrupted something good," Mo Jiu licked his lips with a sinister grin.
"You’re not interrupting—this gift was prepared just for you. I call it the Ultimate Send-Off Package. Enjoy it to your heart’s content!"
Han Luo , who had been looking flustered, suddenly grinned like an idiot who had just tricked someone.
The next moment, both he and Chi Xiao began to fade and finally, their bodies transformed into two substitution talismans.
"Substitution talismans!"
Before Mo Jiu could react—
"BOOM!"
Five hundred explosion talismans detonated simultaneously. Even though they were only first-grade, their sheer number was enough to shake the entire forest. A massive mushroom cloud erupted, dazzling and overwhelming.
And as if that weren’t enough—
The explosion was enhanced with itching powder, deadly crane’s red poison, stink bombs, and three hundred steel needles coated with lethal venom. Even if it didn’t kill him, it would definitely make him shed a few layers of skin.
—
In another safehouse…
Han Luo sat comfortably, still holding Chi Xiao in his arms. He casually counted on his fingers, calculating the damage output of his trap.
"Even for a third-stage demon cultivator… taking my second strongest trap head-on, he should be at least half-dead by now."
After all, this was one of his most prized trump cards—the Ultimate Send-Off Package. There was no way a third-stage demon would walk away unscathed.
