Chapter 97: Chapter 97: What Are You Thinking About, Little Guy?

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“Kill them,” Yang Xiaotian’s indifferent voice floated out after his fire stick pierced through a Blood Saber Gang member.

Luo Qing, who had been sitting there all along, suddenly rose up, a large saber appearing in his hand.

Instantly, the saber’s qi lit up the desolate village.

The other few Blood Saber Gang members who had originally come to deal with Yang Xiaotian and the other two, only felt a myriad of saber qi before their sight, followed by a loss of consciousness.

After a slight pause, their bodies rigidly fell to the ground.

As they fell, columns of blood spurted from their bodies, drenching the surrounding weeds with blood.

Hearing the screams, Wen Jingyi, Wen Qiulan, and the Blood Saber Gang members all looked over and were stunned by the sudden change.

“Spare him, kill everyone else,” Yang Xiaotian pointed to the scar-faced man and said to Luo Qing.

“Yes, young master,” Luo Qing replied, and with fluctuating movements, he was among the Blood Saber Gang members in a blink of an eye.

Then his saber struck.

The saber rose and fell again.

No blood.

Not even a scream.

Luo Qing moved too fast, and his saber was even faster, as fast as lightning. The Blood Saber Gang members couldn’t see Luo Qing or his saber clearly.

“Retreat quickly!” The scar-faced leader shouted in alarm and rage, as he crazily slashed his large saber at Luo Qing.

But his saber didn’t come close to hitting Luo Qing, slashing into the empty ground, kicking up dust and sand.

When he tried to strike again, he only saw a flash of saber light before his eyes, and felt pain in the hand holding the saber as Luo Qing’s saber had already reached his forehead.

“You!” The scar-faced leader was both shocked and angry, but before he could speak out, he saw the Blood Saber Gang members he had brought suddenly falling one by one, blood continuously bubbling from the throats of his underlings.

Not a single one escaped.

All silenced by a saber strike to the throat!

Wen Jingyi, Wen Qiulan, and the others were stunned.

They could see that these Blood Saber Gang members were all Innate level experts, who in any ordinary town could have been considered first-class fighters. Yet now, in a few breaths, they had all been cleanly slain.

“Is he a Martial King? Or a Martial Ancestor?” Wen Jingyi looked at Luo Qing with astonishment.

This middle-aged man who had been sitting beside her, not uttering a word, was actually such a powerful figure.

At this moment, Luo Qing turned his saber and struck the hilt into the chest of the scar-faced leader.

The scar-faced leader was sent flying and crashed in front of the bonfire.

He glared at Yang Xiaotian from behind the bonfire, “Boy, which clan are you from? Do you know what the consequences are for interfering with the Blood Saber Gang’s affairs?”

Yang Xiaotian didn’t answer, but instead took out the Heavenly Dragon Saber,

“Do you recognize this saber?”

“The Remnant Blood Saber!” The scar-faced leader exclaimed.

Remnant Blood Saber?

Yang Xiaotian was taken aback.

He soon realized that the Blood Saber Gang members didn’t know the true origin and name of this small saber, hence the name Remnant Blood Saber.

“Is there another Remnant Blood Saber with the Blood Saber Gang? Whose hands is it in?” Yang Xiaotian asked.

The scar-faced leader sneered, “So, our Young Gang Leader died at your hands. You’re dead for sure!”

Previously, their Young Gang Leader had entered the Red Moon Forest and then disappeared.

These past days, they had been investigating the whereabouts and murderer of their Young Gang Leader.

Yang Xiaotian couldn’t be bothered to ask further. He waved the Heavenly Dragon Saber in his hand, and it shot straight to the other’s throat.

Then, Yang Xiaotian beckoned, retrieving the Heavenly Dragon Saber.

This Heavenly Dragon Saber, truly a relic of an ancient Long Clan powerhouse, was exceedingly sharp, and when recollected, it was unstained by blood.

Having disposed of the scar-faced leader, Yang Xiaotian had Luo Qing search the bodies of the Blood Saber Gang members, only to find some Gold Coins and Healing Medicine, nothing of significant value.

Wen Jingyi caught her breath and came before Yang Xiaotian, clasping her fists with a smile, “Jingyi thanks the young master for his timely rescue. If not for you today, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to return to the Royal City.”

Yang Xiaotian shook his head with a smile, “No need to be polite. Heroes saving damsels in distress is quite the norm.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Jingyi could not help but let out a charming giggle.

This little rascal, still a hero saving a damsel in distress? He’s truly an old soul in a young body.

In fact, how could she know that the little fellow before her, although he appeared to be eight or nine years old, housed a soul in his twenties?

Before the transmigration of his soul, Yang Xiaotian was a descendant of the Wudang Sect, already in his twenties.

When Wen Jingyi laughed, it was pleasant to the ear, like the ringing of bells, and her beautiful eyes curved even more, with a dark, seductive allure.

“Young master, seeing as you’re also headed for the Royal City, why don’t we travel together tomorrow?” Wen Jingyi suggested with a smile.

“Sure,” Yang Xiaotian responded with a smile. “As long as you’re not afraid I’ll leak your whereabouts to the Blood Saber Gang, I don’t mind traveling with a beauty.”

With a tender laugh, Wen Jingyi replied, “The young master jests. It was Qiulan who was impetuous just now, her words offended the young master; please do not take offense.” Then she made Wen Qiulan apologize to Yang Xiaotian with a formal gesture.

Wen Qiulan stepped forward to apologize to Yang Xiaotian with a respectful gesture, but her expression somehow seemed reluctantly done.

Yang Xiaotian, however, did not look at Wen Qiulan, but at Wen Jingyi, smiling, “I still find you more pleasing to the eye.”

Wen Jingyi’s eyes crinkled into a smile again.

Wen Qiulan, annoyed, felt her chest heave; Yang Xiaotian’s words undoubtedly suggested he found her displeasing.

Afterward, Wen Jingyi sat down by the campfire.

Following the incident with the Blood Saber Gang, the two conversed more intimately.

Wu Qi remained silent, a kind smile hanging from his wrinkled face. Even though Wen Jingyi had never seen Wu Qi in action, after the recent event, she dared not see the old man on the brink of death as a common elder anymore.

Her curiosity about Yang Xiaotian grew more intense.

This clever child, whose background was unknown to her, had such a strong protector by his side.

Could he possibly be the offspring of some royal family?

The two talked into the deep night.

Only then did they each settle down to sleep.

Yang Xiaotian sat in meditation, regulating his breath.

The firelight illuminated his youthful face.

The night gradually passed.

At daybreak, Yang Xiaotian and the others set out on their journey.

Upon seeing that Yang Xiaotian and his party were on foot, Wen Jingyi had the Wind Cloud Commerce Guild give two horses to Wu Qi and Luo Qing to ride. As for Yang Xiaotian, she smiled, “Young master, if you don’t mind, how about sharing a horse with me?”

Yang Xiaotian was taken aback, “Share a horse with you?” That didn’t seem very appropriate.

“Do you mind?” Wen Jingyi asked, her beautiful eyes fluttering.

Yang Xiaotian shook his head; after all, she had put it so nicely, it hardly seemed right for him to object.

Then, Wen Jingyi, holding the reins, sat in front, while Yang Xiaotian took his place behind her.

Wen Jingyi had a faint body fragrance about her, which was quite pleasing.

“Young master, you’d better hold on to me. The Dragon Horse might get bumpy when it runs,” Wen Jingyi said with a smile after they had traveled a little way.

Yang Xiaotian hesitated as he looked at Wen Jingyi’s slender waist, which seemed small enough to encircle with his hands.

He could tell that she was still an unmarried maiden.

Wen Jingyi turned her head, casting a coquettish glance at Yang Xiaotian, “What are you thinking, little rascal?” She felt oddly close to the young Yang Xiaotian before her.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that Yang Xiaotian’s skin was exceptionally fine.

Could it be due to regularly drinking the liquor like the one from the previous night?