Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1729: Swift and Clean Escape

"You... you’re not human..." Chen Xuefeng staggered to his feet, holding his head, and there was deep fear in his gaze at the Little Auspicious Beast, his voice trembling as if he were about to cry.

"Boss, it was never human, it’s a pig." A close aide stepped forward to support Chen Xuefeng, whispering.

Chen Xuefeng glared at him fiercely. He wasn’t stupid or blind, just a bit dizzy, and the more he thought about it, the dizzier he got.

"Uh, this little pig looks quite unusual. If roasted and eaten, its power might increase ten or a hundred times over." The aide said hurriedly after receiving the glare, feeling uncertain.

"Hmm, what you say makes sense. This task is yours, remember to call me once it’s roasted." Chen Xuefeng nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly turned to the others and shouted, "We’ll spare them for today, let’s go!"

Finishing his words, he didn’t care about the others and sprinted towards the village outskirts, blood spurting from his head as he ran.

Chen Xuefeng survived to this day, escaping multiple sieges from the temple, not just with bravery, but also with his wits. Not running now would be waiting for death, right?

The boss ran... the boss actually ran...

The other bandits were once again stunned. Many of them followed Chen Xuefeng out of admiration for his skill and prowess, never imagining he could flee so cleanly.

After a moment’s pause, everyone came to their senses. If even the boss couldn’t handle them and fled, why should they stay?

"Let’s go, let’s go, we’re leaving!" After a whistle, the other bandits dashed out.

Han Yan’s gaze lingered on the Second Master with triangular eyes. Chen Xuefeng could run, and if it weren’t for Liu Guang’s outburst, even with all her might, she would have struggled to contend with him and couldn’t have kept him if she wanted to. But the Second Master, she couldn’t let him off so easily.

This person was merciless and ruthless, not only injuring several Mu Family members but also callously killed even infants in cradles. He had to pay the price.

Han Yan moved, her figure swept like the wind, and her longsword in hand silently and swiftly aimed at his back.

Since the bandits had retreated, there was no need for her to expose her strength further. However, benefiting from her understanding of Martial Arts, her strength barely equaled that of a Third-tier Swordsman. This sudden ambush from the rear, with prior calculation, increased its power significantly.

The Blood Wind Thieves had previously emerged victorious in almost all their robberies, leaving others grateful if not completely slaughtered, let alone pursued. So the triangular-eyed man never expected Han Yan to chase after him until the sword was just a foot away, he felt that chilling coldness. Turning his head, he saw the ruthless killing intent in Han Yan’s eyes.

Previously suffering at the hands of Han Yan, he still had a lingering fear, feeling a cold shiver on his back in that instant, with every hair standing. Han Yan’s strike was so sudden and silent that the triangular-eyed man had no time to dodge, nor a chance to parry. Still, as the Second Master of the Blood Wind Thieves, he was battle-hardened and not much less resourceful than Chen Xuefeng, instinctively grabbing a nearby comrade to shield him.

Han Yan hadn’t expected him to be so despicable and shameless, shielding himself with a comrade in a critical moment. Even if she wanted to withdraw her sword, it was too late. But since these bandits were brutal and ruthless, Han Yan saw no need to withdraw.

Just as her sword was about to pierce the bandit’s back, a surprising scene unfolded. The man twisted his body with an unusually agile and bizarre movement, defying human structure, causing Han Yan’s lethal strike to merely graze past him.

"Sss!" A soft sound as the cold sword pierced into the triangular-eyed man’s heart meridian, and as the longsword was drawn out, blood gushed like a fountain.

The triangular-eyed man staggered, turning his head, seemingly not comprehending what had happened, looking incredulously at the blood hole in his chest, then blankly at the bandit used as a shield.

But the man ignored him, suddenly leaping and swiftly bounding away into the distance.

"How is that possible!" The triangular-eyed man murmured in disbelief, his body collapsing forward onto the ground, rapidly cooling. Even in death, his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

The Red Charcoal Cloud Smoke Beast under him let out a long whinny, dragging his corpse outward. The gradually cooling body scraped across the rough road, leaving a blurred trail of blood. Even if he wasn’t entirely dead before, he would surely die now.

Han Yan, gripping her longsword, did not give chase, just watching the bandit’s figure receding into the distance, her gaze becoming heavier.

This bandit of medium build, with unremarkable appearance, dressed ordinarily, would likely blend into a crowd without notice. But from his last leap, his strength was definitely not below that of the triangular-eyed man, and possibly not much weaker than Chen Xuefeng. Most importantly, the movement technique he used to evade Han Yan’s strike bore an eighty percent resemblance to Kang Qingyuan’s.

Could it be that her previous suspicions were correct, and the Blood Wind Thieves’ appearance was not a coincidence?

The bandits came suddenly and left even quicker. In just a moment, they fled the village. Amidst the rumbling of horse hooves, a plume of dust rose into the sky, spreading towards the depths of the wilderness, quickly disappearing into the fierce cold wind.

"My lord!" Mu Tu and others then gathered around.

When the bandits fled, Mu Tu, with a few spirited young men, gave chase for a few steps, but their strength was inferior, and the bandits ran too fast, leaving them with no gains.

Fortunately, Han Yan’s sword killed the Second Master with triangular eyes, avenging the injured Mu Clan members. At this moment, everyone looked at Han Yan with more gratitude and reverence. But upon close inspection, their reverence was not entirely directed at Han Yan; much of it was towards the little piglet on her shoulder.

This guy still behaved as it always did, after its little tantrum, it nestled back onto Han Yan’s shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

"Don’t worry, this is my sacrificial pet. Usually, it’s too lazy, like a pig, with a good temper; just don’t disturb its sleep." Han Yan reassured, seeing everyone so frightened.

"Isn’t it just a pig?" A young man whispered, afraid of disturbing the little one’s slumber and getting beaten.

Fortunately, the Little Auspicious Beast, probably exhausted from its outburst, slept soundly and didn’t flare-up again.