The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 818 - 452: Upheavals Arise
Ning Xiaoxian curled her lips, this guy was desperately trying to indoctrinate the maids. Unfortunately, Heaven didn’t give him face, as soon as his words fell, a bolt of thunder flashed across the sky, followed by torrential rain pouring down. All the maids retreated into the carriage, never to appear again.
Originally, people inside and outside the God Demon Prison were puzzled why the Flower-picking Envoy didn’t take the maids on flying artifacts. Later, they understood after hearing the private discussions of the guards walking around the convoy. It turned out that the seducing team was more than one group, and after passing the Wendao Ridge eight hundred miles ahead, a new seducing team would naturally join in. As they made their way east, by the time they reached Sky Blue State, there would be about ten seducing teams joined together, with around six hundred maids.
The speed of traveling on the ground was very slow, making her somewhat anxious. There were currently about seventy guards with the convoy, and thirty of them walked beside her carriage. These martial artists with brute strength could not keep an eye on her, but two cultivators riding on giant wolves walked precisely on the left and right sides of her carriage. She silently calculated how long it would take her to defeat these people.
The mountain rain comes quickly and goes quickly, disappearing after only a few breaths, otherwise, rainy days were ideal for either running or killing.
Unknowingly, half a day had passed, and she estimated that the convoy had only traveled a little over a hundred miles. Should she act now? Her people were all skilled, but their numbers were not as great as the other side. If they were to act, they must launch a thunderous assault, ensuring that none could escape to leak the news.
Forget it, swift battle and swift decision. After finishing this ambush, tonight she could return to the God Demon Prison for a good night’s sleep.
She placed one hand on the carriage door and looked back at Hulian Minmin, who had fallen into a deep sleep after a tiring afternoon. Without Ning Xiaoxian, Hulian Minmin’s future destiny was indeed pitiable.
Changtian had already issued instructions to the Hidden Stream Demon Guards trailing behind. They were silently and swiftly advancing.
Changtian had only one requirement: one strike must kill, and not the slightest hint must escape. Just as well, this was what the Hidden Stream excelled in.
Her target was the two cultivators on the right side of the carriage. With her current abilities, she was confident she could swiftly take their lives like lightning. After all, the other members of the Beauty Collection Team were scattered too far apart, so the rest would have to be left to the Hidden Stream. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
With a firm grip, she was about to dash out when a short and urgent whistle suddenly came from the front. It was a warning from the sentry dispatched ahead by the convoy, as the convoy traveled on the ground and needed to handle various sudden issues.
The convoy halted, and all the guards scattered, surrounding the few large wagons in the center. The Flower-picking Envoy walked a few steps forward, facing the dark forest and shouted, "Who goes there? Zhongli Hao from the Mingshui Sect is here!" This was the territory of the Mingshui Sect, and he frequently plied this road, familiar with the nearby demons, usually, no one dared to obstruct the convoy of the Mingshui Sect, as this sect famed for capturing slaves still had backing.
The situation has changed! Her actions came to an abrupt halt, and all the Hidden Stream Demon Guards suddenly scattered, blending into the darkness. This kind of desolate ridge terrain was exactly the type of terrain most advantageous for these skilled individuals from the Ba Snake Mountain Range.
From the darkness ahead, more than twenty bo beasts casually strolled out, each larger than the one Ning Xiaoxian wanted to capture that day, covered in armor, their blue muscles bulging, ears twitching, heat emanating from their bodies. Drool dripped from sharp teeth, clearly having just run a long distance. The riders wore uniformly blue battle armor, with faces covered, revealing only their burly silhouettes.
The Flower-picking Envoy Zhongli Hao’s pupils suddenly shrank because he smelled a strong scent of blood on these dozens of people, as if they had just killed someone. These samurai were not to be trifled with, although they just sat there quietly, radiating an iron-blooded aura that made the convoy’s guards feel the presence of overwhelming fierceness.
This was a battle-hardened team.
They racked their brains, but couldn’t deduce which demon from any nearby mountain could possess such elite subordinates. Since it wasn’t an acquaintance, they might not be willing to give face. Tension enveloped the convoy, in truth, they could handle mortals, ordinary cultivators or demons, but facing a regular army, they would be no match.
