Chapter 48

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A figure darted through the canyon.

Or rather, it was more like a wild man, naked and covered in blood, fleeing desperately through the wilderness!

Cultivators knew spells, and even if they couldn't fly on swords, their movements were swift. Therefore, to escape Muxin's pursuit, the best option was to leave Lingxia Mountain as quickly and as far as possible!

However, his body was in poor condition, and his steps were unsteady. Running through the canyon overgrown with wild grass was truly exhausting!

"Thud—"

Wujiao had just jumped over a fallen dead tree when his feet gave way, and he plunged straight into a tree pit, choking on dirt and grass. He staggered to his feet, spitting out the dirt, looking quite disheveled. He had clearly seen the path ahead, but his body wouldn't obey. The trouble within his body showed no signs of stopping.

He looked back, saw no one pursuing him, and was about to continue running when his stomach growled. Perhaps due to the jostling, his internal organs were in turmoil, and a surge of evil energy rushed downward, causing a loud "pop" behind him.

"It's not smelly, it's not smelly!"

He grinned, calmed himself, and tried to suppress the turmoil within. His body eased slightly, and he gritted his teeth and continued running.

On both sides of the canyon, mountains stretched. The valley floor was covered with wild grass, and there were patches of withered ancient trees. The scenery was pleasant, but it was not a place to linger.

Wujiao didn't stop, running for four or five miles. Although his face was black from the effort, he could still manage. As he ran, he suddenly leaped, and just as he was about to land, he couldn't resist looking back. There was a pit covered by wild grass, but why hadn't it escaped his eyes?

A thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly dismissed his doubts. Escaping was the priority; he couldn't afford to be distracted...

After another three or four miles, the canyon opened up. The wide area was split by stone peaks, creating several forks, each leading in different directions.

Wujiao slowed down, panting heavily.

After running for so long, the tall Yujing Peak still seemed close behind. At this rate, he might not be able to leave Lingxia Mountain before nightfall. Now, faced with a fork in the road, what should he do?

Wujiao looked down, and without realizing it, the blood on his body had already dried and clotted. However, his internal condition was worsening, like a turbulent current that couldn't flow smoothly. He feared that a slight misstep would make him faint.

He looked up with a worried expression, and his face changed.

In the canyon he had just left, three figures were moving in the distance. Who else could they be but Muxin and the two managers, Xiangrong and Goujun?

Wujiao's eyes had never been so sharp. He recognized the identities of the pursuers as soon as he saw them, but he inwardly cursed his bad luck.

Sure enough, Muxin was still chasing him. And with just one person, he could make Wujiao feel cornered. Now, with two more powerful managers, it was like a leaky roof meeting a downpour, and a broken boat facing a headwind. One disaster after another. Oh, who cares about the fork in the road, just follow the sun...

Wujiao's anxiety caused another wave of turmoil in his internal organs. His heart raced, his soul trembled, his vision went black, and he almost lost control. He grunted, jumped up, and ran, but his body was unsteady, and his steps were light, as if he were drunk.

Running for one's life and fleeing in panic were two different things. If three fierce wolves were chasing him, it would be like being burned by fire, causing panic and confusion.

Wujiao ran and jumped, but he felt as if his internal organs were about to explode. There was a mysterious current in his chest, colliding back and forth. His limbs felt bound by invisible ropes, creating a suffocating pressure. He wanted to stop and catch his breath, but he had to struggle forward.

He couldn't stop, absolutely not. Otherwise, he would surely die!

So, he kept running!

Every step he took brought him a step closer to survival.

Since escaping the capital, he had been on the run. Although luck played a part, every time he had to fight for his life to barely survive...

"Crack"

A branch blocking his path was snapped, and wood chips and leaves scattered.

Wujiao stumbled, turned, and shouted "Oh!" before continuing to run.

The three figures were closing in, already a thousand feet away. Even from a distance, he could see the cold smile on Muxin's face...

At the sound of the branch breaking, something inside him seemed to rumble. A moment later, the turbulent waves in his chest calmed. The bindings around his body seemed to tear slightly, and a gentle stream of energy flowed out, gradually filling his limbs. His unsteady steps became more stable, and his jumps became lighter. Each step covered seven or eight feet, then nearly ten feet, and his speed increased dramatically.

Hmm? Could it be divine assistance...

Just as he was surprised, his steps seemed to slow down.

Wujiao panicked, his mind racing. He quickly calmed himself and focused on the sensation he had just experienced. A moment later, he clearly felt another line of energy break through the bindings and flow into his limbs. The light and refreshing feeling returned!

Ah, the divine is in my chest...

Wujiao was both surprised and delighted, no longer distracted, and took large strides, running as fast as he could. The wind whistled in his ears, and the trees and bushes "swished" past, and he was moving like the wind!

...

At this moment, the two elderly men, who were chasing, were slightly taken aback. The person ahead was already severely injured, and even if he struggled, it would be futile. Why was he suddenly running faster, like a normal person?

The young man behind urged, "That kid is at the end of his strength; he can't escape!"

The two elderly men ignored him but secretly increased their magical power, taking steps that covered five or six feet, like eagles soaring through the canyon.

The young man, not to be outdone, ran without touching the ground, catching up quickly.

...

Ahead was a hill, about the height of a person, blocking the path.

Wujiao saw it clearly and intended to climb it when he got closer, but he couldn't stop his momentum. On a whim, he pushed off with his toes and leaped, soaring into the air. In an instant, he landed lightly on the hill, turning to look back with surprise and joy.

Soaring through the air was exhilarating. Although it was only a brief moment, it was unforgettable!

However, the three pursuers were getting closer!

Wujiao saw the three figures about five or six hundred feet away, and his moment of satisfaction vanished.

He could see that Xiangrong and Goujun, the two managers, took steps that equaled several of his. Even the lagging Muxin would catch up soon.

Sigh, he had no grudge with those three, but now they were mortal enemies!

I'm just a mortal, and I haven't wronged anyone. But no matter what, the truth is clear: to survive, I have to run faster. I may not have cultivation, but I have two feet...

Wujiao was indignant but didn't dare to hesitate, continuing to run, pushing himself harder.

Perhaps due to his thoughts, the current in his chest surged again. The bindings tore further, and the gentle energy grew stronger, making his limbs more flexible. Each step now covered two feet.

Oh, I'm getting stronger! But compared to cultivators, I still fall short. If I could take steps of three or four feet, I wouldn't be caught. I need to push harder...

The sun was setting, and the sky was getting dark.

In the blood-red twilight, the deep autumn mountains were dyed with a heavy frost. In the darkening canyon, mist was spreading, making it even gloomier. Four figures were chasing each other, breaking the tranquility again and again.

As night fell, everything was dark.

Wujiao, in his leap, curled his body slightly and slipped through the obstructing bushes, timing it perfectly. He touched the ground lightly, then pushed off with his toes, soaring three feet forward like a large bird.

This large bird, featherless and naked, with flailing limbs, was not a pretty sight, but he didn't care, looking back as he ran.

Xiangrong and Goujun were about three hundred feet away, like two ghostly shadows that wouldn't let go. Behind them was a smaller figure.

Those three wouldn't stop until they killed him. Fortunately, he was running faster, or he would have been caught long ago.

Now, each step covered three feet!

Anything is possible if you can imagine it. His current agility was comparable to a cultivator's. Is that so? Even more, he could see clearly in the dark, as if it were daylight. His eyes had become very sharp. Is that so?

However, the current inside him was still surging, colliding with the gaps in his internal organs, causing intense pain that he couldn't avoid, making him suffer even more. As the gaps tore further, the mysterious energy filled his limbs, making his steps larger and his vision sharper, but the sudden fear grew stronger and wouldn't go away.

From the moment the thunder roared in his ears, a current rushed down from his head, causing turmoil in his chest, making him suffer greatly. Now, the raging current, after a brief respite, had sunk to his abdomen, burning like fire and tearing at his insides, almost breaking through his body. If this continued, who knew what would happen. With strong enemies still pursuing, he was helpless...

The night deepened, and a crescent moon rose in the sky.

Under the dim moonlight, the surroundings suddenly became more open.

Wujiao, running urgently, suddenly stopped, flailed his arms, and barely stabilized himself, then took a few steps back, still shaken.

Unconsciously, he had run out of the canyon. In his panic, he had reached a cliff. The path was blocked, and the depths on either side were unfathomable.

What bad luck, this is a dead end!

Wujiao's eyes widened in shock, and he turned to run, but he froze.

A hundred feet away, two figures were becoming clearer. In the darkness, sword light flickered.

Xiangrong and Goujun had caught up, and the path ahead was blocked. If he was surrounded by the two managers, he would surely be cut to pieces. With no way out, what could he do?

Wujiao turned around again, but his legs gave way, and he almost fell, inwardly cursing his bad luck.

Stopping suddenly after running so fast made the current in his body lose direction, colliding and tearing at his internal organs, causing his limbs to tremble. He feared that in a moment, he would lose control, and at that point, he would have to submit to his fate.

On the opposite side of the cliff, a mountain peak stood about ten feet away, but it was too far to jump. The depth below was unfathomable, and there might not be a deep pool or river. If he jumped, he would surely die!

Misfortunes never come singly!

This was not just bad luck; it was as if the heavens were against him!

At this moment, someone shouted, "Wujiao, hand over the treasure..."

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