Chapter 19 Who told you there was only one sword?

As the old man departed, after a moment, Chen Yi heard two sets of footsteps coming from a distance.

The sound of one was high and the other low, but their timing was almost exactly the same.

Two martial artists?

Chen Yi could not determine their strength, but one thing he could be sure of was that these two were not as strong as the old man who had kidnapped them before.

With this thought, he remained motionless, silently heightening his vigilance.

"Third Master, what do we do now?"

At this point, one of them spoke with a tone tinged with a bitter smile:

"A son of Duke Wu'an can easily get us killed hundreds of times over, and if we were to sell the Duke's daughter as well, I'm afraid..."

"Why panic?" the other, an elderly voice, responded, "Since dying once is the same as dying twice, why not make a big move!"

"Besides, that person promised us, as long as Lord Chen's son can never return to the Capital City Prefecture, he will ensure our safety."

"It is easy to say, Third Master, but I worry that person does not have the ability he claims."

"Enough, this place isn't safe, let's hurry and get them on the boat."

At this, Chen Yi felt a lightness in his body, as he and Lin Xueru were picked up.

Perhaps because the two children were clinging tightly together, the two men did not separate them.

"The Mad Old Man was right, the little girl indeed is pretty."

"Put away your thoughts, no matter how pretty, we can't keep her, have you forgotten the rules in our gang?"

"Hehe, Third Master, no offense, I was just speaking my mind."

"Hurry up," the one called Third Master chided in a low voice, "The Mad Old Man has the ability to shake off pursuers, but we do not!"

The person carrying Chen Yi and the other murmured in agreement, muttering softly.

"A fourth-rank great martial artist, and yet he's being manipulated by us two seventh-rank juniors?"

Seventh-rank?

Chen Yi's heart somewhat relaxed.

He could not handle the Spirit Aperture Realm Mad Old Man, but he could manage two Origin Transformation Realm martial artists.

However, he still needed to wait.

Wait until they were further away before making a move, in case the Mad Old Man came back.

...

At this time, the already departed Mad Old Man was not at all worried about abducting two noble youths from the heavily guarded Capital City Prefecture.

He jingles his money pouch while humming a tune, shaking his head and neck freely.

"I want to buy wine, have wine and meat, life is enjoyable."

"Who cares if tomorrow brings death or life, Grandpa, I..."

The Mad Old Man suddenly paused, his eyelids droopy, his triangular eyes slightly twinkling under the night sky.

"Are you planning to see me off?"

"Cough, cough..."

A slightly husky cough came from behind a not-distant tree as a figure in Night Clothes slowly emerged.

His figure was tall yet hunched over, with only a pair of murky eyes visible under the black mask.

"Have the people been sent off?"

"When the old man takes action, he never fails," the Mad Old Man pointed to himself, boasting.

"God, the Divine Movement Sect has gained value from you, the disciple," the man in black coughed.

"Tehehe..."

The Mad Old Man grinned, his wrinkled old face appearing sinister and terrifying in the dim woods.

The next second, his smile disappeared, and he said expressionlessly: "If you have no further orders, I shall take my leave."

"Cough, cough, cough… go on, if you get caught, you know what to do," the man in black covered his mouth and nose with his hand, speaking with some difficulty.

"Understood, fully understood, don't worry."

Saying so, the Mad Old Man looked directly at the man in black, slowly retreating.

Only when he was over a hundred meters away, did he employ his movement technique to flee like a ghost.

"Scary, scary, a great cultivator of the Heavenly Union Realm, so terrifying hehehe..."

Listening to the fading voice, the hunched old man withdrew his gaze, turned, and headed back towards the Capital City Prefecture.

But having only taken a few steps, he turned back and pursued towards where Chen Yi and the others were.

He could not rest easy without confirming it with his own eyes!

...

Meanwhile, Chen Yi was unaware that the Mad Old Man was also frantically fleeing.

After quietly calculating for a while, knowing he could wait no longer, he decided to take action.

However, the little girl in his arms woke up first.

"Brother Yi, where are we?"

"Who, who are you?"

The two on their journey stopped upon hearing the voice, looking at Lin Xueru in surprise.

"She's awake? Didn't you say the Knockout Drug was strong enough to keep them asleep for two days?"

"Probably the dosage wasn't enough."

"Forget it, just knock her out."

Hearing this, Chen Yi's eyes snapped open, his hand already poised with the Little Jade Sword.

"Be careful!"

An elder by the side drastically changed his expression, retreating as he spoke.

But it was too late.

In an instant, a streak of sword light flashed!

The man grabbing them felt his neck, eyes widened in horror pointing at Chen Yi, "You, you, you..."

Before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground dead, his head rolling far away.

Chen Yi let out a sigh of relief, pulling Lin Xueru behind him, looking towards the old man.

He did not feel discomfort from killing a man for the first time.

Since achieving Small Success in the Sword Dao, he had grown accustomed to life and death during his battles with demons.

"Brother Yi..."

Lin Xueru, seeing the corpse, was frightened and clung to his back, daring not to look up.

"Hide behind me, it'll be over soon," Chen Yi comforted softly.

Lin Xueru nodded, still tightly clinging to him.

The old man, after his horror, his expression darkened, looking at Chen Yi's small figure and said:

"How can you have such strength after Foundation Establishment?"

"It's all thanks to this," Chen Yi raised his hand, showing off the Little Jade Sword with a smile: "The descendants of the Marquis Mansion are protected by our ancestors."

"Although now I only have a sword's strength left, it's enough to kill you."

The old man watched him with a sinister gaze, holding two daggers in his hands steadily like old pine roots, unmoving.

"Scared?"

Chen Yi remained relaxed, his face smiling slightly, he looked up and said: "If you're scared, just go. I can assure you Duke Wu'an Mansion won't hunt you down."

"Is that true?" the old man seriously asked: "Can Young Marquis make that decision?"

"You are addressing me as Young Marquis, is there any doubt?" Chen Yi spread his hands.

"I will trust you this time and leave..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man had already thrown a dagger, striking towards Chen Yi's face.

Simultaneously, he followed quickly behind, his body surging with energy, his steps heavily causing a rumbling sound on the ground.

"Ha!"

Chen Yi wasn't surprised by his reaction, chuckling coldly, his finger flicking the Jade Sword.

Ding!

A wave of Sword Qi shot out from the Little Jade Sword, directly deflecting the dagger.

"Die!"

The old man, seeing this, swung his dagger with delight, a Qi Blade bursting forth.

But only to see a jade-like glow cutting through the night sky, directly reflecting the shock on his face.

Pfft.

The old man's figure halted.

"You… you said it was only one sword left…"

Before he finished speaking, his pupils dilated, and he collapsed to the ground.

Chen Yi looked at his lifeless face, touched the cut caused by the Qi Blade on his face, and said disdainfully:

"Who told you I had only one sword left?"

Then he loosened his grip on the Jade Sword, letting it joyfully spin around his wrist.

If only he hadn't run out of True Yuan, he could have struck a few more times.

At this moment, Lin Xueru peeked her head from behind him, quietly reminding: "Brother Yi, it was you who just said that."

Chen Yi: "…"

The little girl is quite good, innocent, honest, and incapable of lying.