High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 69 - 68: Princess, Demon, Sword

Qingcuo sheathed the sword, and the two headless bodies in front of her slowly toppled over, silently slipping into the water, dyeing it red.

These were the two Cao Bang members who had quietly followed them.

They weren’t just ordinary members; both were martial artists, one had opened Six Acupoints, the other Five Acupoints, making them quite formidable among commoners.

However.

In front of Qingcuo, they were no different from ordinary people, just a matter of one sword strike.

Throughout their disguised escape, anyone looking for trouble was swiftly dealt with by Qingcuo.

Beside her, Chu Wen Ruo, disguised as an ordinary fisherwoman, voiced her concern softly:

"Killing them here, won’t it make too much noise and attract more people?"

Having weathered storms these past days, the once-pampered Lady Liang seemed to be getting used to the life where people could die around her at any moment, without being startled.

Still, her cheeks, made sallow with ginger juice, showed exhaustion.

From always being served within the deep palace, Lady Liang now had to flee, learn to make fire, cook, and eat bitter, astringent wild vegetables; what’s worse, she hadn’t had a proper bath in almost five days.

Despite being near Dongting Lake during this time, she had to keep herself dirty for better disguise, which was a bitter ordeal.

This was even with Qingcuo accompanying and barely managing to take care of her.

If she had to run by herself, she might have starved in three days, even if she wasn’t caught.

The little princess in her arms peeked out and miserably asked:

"Mother, I’m so hungry, when can we eat?"

Chu Wen Ruo tenderly stroked her head and straightened her hair: "Soon, very soon."

"Ying’Er, just hold on a little longer."

The little princess sighed and blinked: "So today, we’re still eating wild vegetables?"

"Mm..."

Chu Wen Ruo answered reluctantly, feeling a mother’s sense of responsibility weighing heavily on her.

Suddenly, she turned her head and saw a small, finger-sized slender fish leisurely swimming past the boat, and her eyes lit up as she quickly caught it with her hand.

"Look, Ying’Er!"

Chu Wen Ruo offered it to the little princess, comforting her: "Tonight we’ll have meat! We’ll get an extra meal with fish and wild vegetable soup!"

She even chose to ignore the fact that just moments ago, two bodies had sunk into the nearby lake...

The little princess’ eyes sparkled, and she opened her mouth, chomping down on the fish head.

Chu Wen Ruo was startled and quickly said:

"Don’t eat! It’s still raw!"

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm!"

The little princess, with the fish head in her mouth, shook her head furiously, refusing to let go.

Fortunately, she was teething and had few useful teeth, relying on grinding and sucking, lacking the ability to pierce the enemy’s armor.

By the time Chu Wen Ruo managed to pull the small fish out of her mouth, it was drenched in saliva, barely alive...

The little princess, not yet satisfied, smacked her lips, her eyes still gleaming, and confidently declared:

"Mother, the fish is delicious; let’s have this tonight!"

Chu Wen Ruo was left speechless, looking at the fish in her hand somewhat helplessly.

She was slightly out of breath.

How could this child, at only four years old, be so strong?

The boat swayed.

Once they were settled, Qingcuo spoke solemnly:

"The three-day deadline is almost up."

"There aren’t many fishermen at this Wild Crossing, they’ve known each other for decades and often go in groups; any unfamiliar face is immediately noticed."

"The longer we stay here, the more likely we are to be exposed."

Qingcuo shook her head, sheathed the sword: "If we don’t see Chen Kuang by tonight, we’ll leave immediately."

"Once we leave here, there’ll be no need to worry about the Cao Bang discovering us and sending people to investigate."

Chu Wen Ruo suddenly panicked and quickly said: "That’s impossible, if we’ve made it safely this far, he definitely is too."

Qingcuo nodded and rowed the boat towards the shore: "I hope so."

She jumped ashore first, turning back to extend her hand to Lady Liang.

Chu Wen Ruo stood, feeling a little dizzy from sitting for so long, her body swayed a bit.

Qingcuo immediately reached out, grabbing Chu Wen Ruo’s hand: "Lady, be careful."

Chu Wen Ruo handed over the little princess clinging to her like a sloth: "Let Ying’Er sit aside first."

Qingcuo nodded, took the little princess, and placed her on the muddy ground nearby.

As she glanced down at the little princess’s face, wrapped in a headscarf, she paused, suddenly a bit dazed.

She thought, perhaps it was just a figment of her imagination from the little princess being too hungry and actions too exaggerated.

At a glance, she thought the little princess’ eyes were glowing green.

But now.

Qingcuo suddenly realized this might not have been her momentary illusion.

The little princess’s eyes were naturally lighter in color, not the usual brown but closer to amber.

This was quite rare among Liang People, but since Chu Wen Ruo’s eye color was similar, it dispelled any inappropriate thoughts.

But now, facing the little princess, Qingcuo noticed an almost imperceptible change in the tint of her eyes.

Beneath the amber glow in her pupils, there was quietly a hint of luminescent blue emerging.

That hint of luminescent blue was an exceptionally enchanting and beautiful color.

It was like a fleeting light, an illusion.

It gave the illusion of the serene, cold silence beneath a thousand years of ice, tranquil and alluring, drawing one in.

Qingcuo felt a jolt in her heart, she couldn’t help but take a deep breath, a few doubts aroused.

However, she wasn’t the type to delve deeply, nor did she indulge in excessive emotions.

As an undercover agent, the most necessary trait was suppressing one’s curiosity.

She assumed perhaps this was just the little princess’s natural eye color, and she was only just noticing it now, without anything particularly noteworthy.

Qingcuo regained composure and placed the little princess in the nearby mud, turning back to pull Chu Wen Ruo.

The banks next to Dongting Lake were often submerged, mostly mired, the little princess had never seen such things, and while sitting in the mud, she curiously grabbed a handful.

She squeezed it, catching a hint of a familiar rusty smell.

To the little princess, this smell was nothing new.

Since the Liang Imperial City was breached, her nose had been haunted by the same scent—

The smell of blood.

The little princess patted the mud back to the ground, lifted her head, and those eyes, now revealing that luminescent blue hue, momentarily contracted into vertical, scarlet pupils!

Not far in front of her, under the reeds, knelt a long-decayed corpse!

The blood from the corpse flowed down, sweeping over its six black arms and scaly body, merging into the soil, turning it a ghastly, dark red.

The corpse held a sword in its hand.

The little princess curiously reached out and grabbed it, pulling it out of the mud, shouting:

"Mother, there’s a sword here!"