Chapter 1195, Imperial Descent
Translator: StarReader
Editor: CutieBinkie
Proofreader: Papatonks
Whoosh~
Under a clear sunny sky, the six disciples of Ruby Cloud Sect were the only ones flying. The leader had a nice face but the grimace ruined her image. The head senior sister looked angry all the time these past three days.
One looked worried, “Senior sister, aren’t we going too fast? There’s been no sight of junior sister all this time. Maybe she’s lost?”
“Humph, a Spirit King is beneath her but she can’t catch up? She must’ve been playing around since it’s her first time outside the sect. Why do you care?” Fang Min spat with venom.
The disciple’s heart shrank but still tried, “Yeah, it’s her first time this far from the sect and might not know the way. Should we leave her some signs to follow...”
“You talk too much!”
Fang Min barked, “That girl’s so tough now so why would she need your care? Are you leaving signs so the enemy can find us instead, is that it?”
The girl shrank under head senior sister’s harsh stare.
Fang Min glared at her then looked back ahead, brooding and furious as they went on...
Boom!
A sudden pressure came out of nowhere over them and their flight was cut off, falling to the ground.
An aged voice laughed from everywhere, “Ha-ha-ha, you think I need some signs to find you?”
Whoosh~
Fifty men in black landed before them, with twenty Spirit Kings among them. Their leader wore black, his scary eyes making the girls tremble.
“Imperial descent, he’s an Emperor!” nove-lB)In
Fang Min gasped, full with dread as she looked at the older man. Her heart was beating so hard it might jump out of her chest.
The other girls could barely breathe.
The old man mocked, “Juniors of the Ruby Cloud Sect, I’d rather avoid having any real altercation with that biddy so hand over the Purple Gold Glazed Cup I’ll be letting you all go without harming one hair on you. What do you say?”
“As a mighty Emperor, senior must be of great renown in Sacred Domain. Why would you lower yourself to some petty theft, agh!”
Fang Min tried the diplomatic way, her tone shaky, but an even stronger pressure descended and forced her to shriek and cough blood.
“Junior sister is the strongest so the treasure can only be in her care. We’re nothing but bait. Even if you kill us, you won’t get anything out of it!” Fang Ming held out her head.
The old man looked back at the previous leader and he attested, “Clan Head, the strongest girl is indeed not here. They must’ve split up and had her deliver the treasure.”
“Where is she?”
The old man fixed his gaze back on Fang Min, “Speak and you may go. Otherwise...”
Fang Min paused, “Three days ago, after the attack, junior sister took a different route, just to be safe. I have no idea where she could be by now. You could just trail back and maybe still find some clues.”
“Find some trackers and get me her direction!”
The old man’s piercing gaze never left Fang Min, “Girl, lie to me and I’ll be back at any time to send you all to hell! Let’s go!”
He shot into the sky, gone like the wind. The rest gulped and gave the six pretty girls one last look before leaving as well.
Even with all the danger gone, the girls still looked to be in despair.
Getting dressed again and picking up her ring, Fang Min had a smile of utter scorn on her face, “Humph, here’s what you want, you old fart. Come and get it!”
“Senior sister, are they gone? Will they come back?” One girl was still shaken up from the deadly pressure even now.
Fang Min grew grave, “Yeah, once he finds junior sister doesn’t have the Purple Gold Glazed Cup, he’ll be sure to storm back. Sisters, we’re detouring to Mist City. Leave not a trace of your energy on your way so they can’t find us!”
“Yes, head senior sister!”
They all cupped their hands, but then one girl shyly said, “What about little junior sister. When they do find her...”
“That’s her problem. It was either sending them after her or us dying instead. What would you prefer, her or us?”
Fang Min snapped a cold glare on her, shutting her up.
She had a cruel smile as she then took the lead, all the rancor eating her up these past days gone.
[Girl, you won’t be missed, humph...]
Five days went by, with a girl carrying on her back a thin man and taking a totally different path from Fang Min’s group. In flying she spoke her worries, “Zhuo Fan, is Mist City this way? Why haven’t we met with the others yet?”
“Not to worry, my sense of direction is perfect.”
Zhuo Fan grinned, feeling warm and gooey inside as he gazed upon her adorable and worried face.
[Perfect direction?]
[Ha! Well of course, I’ve been roaming the Sacred Domain for ages that I know it like the back of my hand. While omitting the fact I’m taking the wrong way is a different story.]
[Rather than catch up to those third wheels, a world just for the two of us is so much better, ha-ha...]
