The Demon Lords

Chapter 982 - 225: One Sword, Two

With no other choice, Chen Daole could only pick up a stone and hold it in his hand.

Seeing this, He Chunlai stood silently, sensing instinctively that something was amiss, he quietly raised his straw stick.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The footsteps were very clear now, the other party seemingly had no intention of hiding, perhaps thinking that at such close range, it was a done deal.

"Buzz!"

A black-clad figure emerged from the forest and shouted loudly by the campfire:

"Haha, Yan bastard, do you know who your grandfather is!"

"Bang!"

Fanli’s axe smashed over,

With great speed,

A large axe in his hand seemed as light as a feather.

The black-clad man’s skull was directly chopped off, and the headless body stood there, water still spurting from the neck.

After chopping the person,

Fanli seemed to come to his senses,

And asked:

"Who was it?"

Unfortunately, this black-clad man could no longer answer.

Perhaps because the axe strike was too decisive, and this headless black-clad man was likely a leader, so the seven or eight black-clad figures that emerged next did not rush in to fight but instead began retreating after watching their leader’s headless corpse stand there.

Soon, led by one, the others quickly ran back, escaping just like that.

They came suddenly and left just as abruptly.

Fanli placed the axe on the ground, patted his knee, and said:

"Time to sleep."

He wasn’t interested in who the earlier black-clad figures were, whether they were robbers secretly sent from nearby forts or movements from the Jin State seeking restoration, or spies planted by other countries in Jin land.

Fanli couldn’t be bothered to find out.

The campfire still burned, Fanli lay down beside it, placing his left hand under his head as a pillow and his right hand on his chest.

Before long,

Snores were already sounding.

Chen Daole and He Chunlai exchanged glances, a hint of caution flickering in their eyes.

However, Chen Daole still proceeded to clean up the body and head, fearing it would startle his mother when she woke up in the morning.

The rest of the night was peaceful.

Early the next morning, everyone awoke.

The sword maid came out of the tent, squatting next to it, brushing her teeth with a mixture of salt, though deep down she aspired to grow up and kill Zheng Fan, it didn’t stop her from enjoying Zheng Fan’s refined and clean lifestyle habits.

The morning meal remained the monotonous buns, numbing in their repetition.

The group continued on the road,

Fanli was solely focused on pulling the cart, without asking anything about last night’s events.

And today, both Chen Daole and He Chunlai were much quieter.

Sitting on the cart, the sword maid played string games with Chen Daole’s elderly mother, the old woman’s skills superior, and the laughter of the elderly and young rang out occasionally.

As they traveled, Chen Daole and He Chunlai would sneak glances at Fanli, as they were unaccustomed to the "absolute calm" that Fanli exuded.

If it were someone else, today they would be nervously discussing what happened last night, maybe even suspecting the two of them.

But Fanli didn’t.

Because when one’s strength is sufficient, poetry lies beneath the feet, not in the distance.

Chen Daole couldn’t help but glance a few more times at the sword maid,

At such a young age, others are still laying foundations, needing step-by-step progress as adults.

Yet this girl had to advance because her foundation was too solid,

The scary part was that,

After advancing,

She shed tears of regret.

Fanli and the sword maid only told him they were heading to Snow Sea Pass, they belonged to Lord Pingye, and as for other matters, the sword maid deliberately didn’t say, while Fanli was too lazy to speak.

Wintry air has settled in, tonight the group will camp out in this forest.

He Chunlai took out the brown sugar from his luggage, lit a campfire and set up a pot, then rose to head into the forest to find fruit.

The method of making candied hawthorn is never monotonous; there are actually many things that can be used.

The sword maid asked curiously:

"Who are you going to ask for fruit?"

He Chunlai smiled and replied, "Not only people can hide fruit."

He Chunlai had been gone for more than an hour.

Fanli didn’t wait for him to return to simmer the sugar but began cooking vegetable soup, and at the same time, stuck the buns by the campfire to bake.

The soup was ready, and the buns were baked and crispy.

The sword maid reached to take one from Fanli’s hand but had little appetite, saying:

"I miss the buns from the manor."

The buns from Lord Pingye’s manor had fillings;

Radish shred filling, bean paste filling, snow vegetable filling, cabbage filling, three buns could be both dishes and a meal.

Fanli nodded and said, "Next time we go out, I’ll bring more."

In winter, buns last longer and aren’t easily spoiled.

"Mm."

Though not fond of eating them, she must.

Because the sword maid discovered that after entering the Ninth Rank that night, her appetite had increased.

She wasn’t pleased about this.

The displeasure wasn’t about gaining weight, in this era, thin women weren’t popular, the saying "big hips are good for bearing children" came from the low medical standards of that age where slim, frail women often suffered difficult births.

The sword maid thought she was easier to feed before, eating less, just like back in the day with her master Yuan Zhenxing, the master and disciple barely ate when in the capital, back then half a bun would fill her, and even during a great famine, she would barely starve.