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Chapter 701

Chapter 701: White Robe, Cold Saber

In the shrine, the woman named Qing Ling and Granny Ge Luo were catching up. Lolan Hill led Cai Wei to a courtyard nearby.

“Is this where Elder Sister Jialan lives?” Cai Wei walked around curiously, looking at the items in the courtyard.

“There’s nothing particularly special about it,” Lolan Hill invited Cai Wei to sit down, then took out a wooden box from the house. Inside were many roasted pine nuts, and once opened, a fragrant aroma filled the air.

“Eat some; you might not see them often here,” Lolan Hill placed the box in front of Cai Wei.

“Thank you,” Cai Wei replied happily.

Chirp chirp—

Just as Cai Wei was about to peel a pine nut, a small bird with light yellow feathers flew down from a wooden stand, landing on the table. It pecked at the box, as if signaling to the girl.

“Do you want me to peel one for you?” Cai Wei looked at the bird, which was taller than her when perched on the table, and guessed.

Chirp chirp—”You understand.”

Dai Ju chirped in approval, ready to signal again when a hand reached out from behind, plunging into its fluffy feathers to grip its neck tightly.

Chirp—Gulp. Seeing the little creature struggle, Lolan Hill tapped its head and lifted it off the table, placing it on her knee.

“You can eat by yourself; don’t worry about this fellow.” Lolan Hill smiled, holding the bird’s beak gently, and said to Cai Wei.

“Alright, Elder Sister Jialan,” Cai Wei lowered her head, trying not to look at the cute bird, and quietly ate the pine nuts.

By noon, Qing Ling and Granny Ge Luo had finished their catch-up in the shrine. They went to the backyard together to make dumplings, celebrating a little.

They called Lolan Hill and Cai Wei over, along with two birds, to have dinner together.

Everyone enjoyed themselves. Lolan Hill also saw a rare smile on Granny Ge Luo’s face.

At dusk, on the border of the mountain range.

On the wasteland, a group of evil spirits, once corpses, were running.

Pant pant—

These evil spirits, like human forms without skin, ran across the wasteland with blood-red muscles. Their eyes gleamed with a thirst for blood and madness.

There were roughly a hundred of them, running on all fours, chasing three fast-moving carriages ahead. They continuously exhaled hot breaths, quite terrifying.

“Seventh Uncle, what should we do? They’re almost upon us,” the young man in his twenties on the carriage looked anxiously at the ghostly figure reaching for the carriage string.

“Throw everything off the carriage. We’ll hold on as long as we can,” the man driving the carriage answered calmly, but his whip lashed urgently onto the horse, hoping it could run faster.

The rapidly turning wheels bounced on the rocky and soil-covered road, causing the entire carriage to shake constantly. This would eventually damage the carriage, potentially breaking apart at any moment.

But at this point, they couldn’t afford to think about that. At this moment, survival was their priority.

The young man glanced at the cargo on the carriage, heartbroken, but he had no choice but to grab a bag and throw it backward, temporarily blocking the nearest evil spirit.

But after being blocked, several other evil spirits surged forward like bloodthirsty hyenas. The rapidly moving flesh squeezed together densely. Their legs moved quickly, forming shadows, while their mouths gaped open, revealing long fangs dripping with blood.

Seeing these ferocious demons closing in, the young man on the carriage threw more cargo. Heavy sacks tumbled off the carriage, creating a brief barrier to slow down the evil spirits’ attack.

But just as one pack of wolves stopped, another approached. After a while, all the cargo on the carriage was thrown away, yet the evil spirits continued to chase.

Originally, these three carriages belonged to a small trading caravan. They were heading to the land of the Kui tribe to buy and sell goods, earning a profit. But today, on their return journey, they encountered this horde of demonic creatures.

The wheels spun faster, and the wooden nails began to loosen due to the high-speed vibrations. Without cargo to stabilize them, the carriages became somewhat unstable.

Finally, during a turn, the wheel of the leading carriage hit a pebble, bouncing high and then tipping over. The horses pulling the carriage were dragged off course, flipping over onto the rugged ground, leaving long bloodstains.

Seeing the overturned carriage ahead, the two trailing carriages quickly turned aside, barely avoiding collision and continuing forward.

“Help me!” Several people crawled out of the overturned carriage, seeing the two distant carriages and desperately calling out, only to be engulfed by the bloodthirsty evil spirits.

Watching the bloody scene behind, the young man on the carriage felt helpless. All he could do was pray they would make it back safely.

After the sacrifice of one carriage, the evil spirits fell back significantly, and the people on the remaining two carriages finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“This time we managed to survive, but after returning, we need to erect a memorial for Old Man Huang and take care of his family,” the driver told the young man behind him. Old Man Huang was the person who had just overturned the carriage.

“I understand, Seventh Uncle,” the young man replied solemnly.

“Good. It’s never easy traveling outside. This time we were lucky. If something happens next time, we’ll have to rely on our fellow merchants for help.”

As they continued talking, Seventh Uncle seemed to be teaching the young man the rules and traditions of the trade caravan. Just as they relaxed, the group of evil spirits appeared again on the road behind them, following the scent and traces left by the carriages.

“How is this possible?” Even Seventh Uncle changed color. He urged the horses to speed up, rushing forward quickly.

Once again, a chase unfolded on the wasteland. As they ran, the faces of those on the carriage grew increasingly pale, and their expressions more desperate.

The horses used for trading were not particularly fine steeds. Running at such high speeds for so long was already at their limit. Even whipping them until they bled did not stop the exhausted horses from slowing down.

Seeing this, Seventh Uncle also showed sorrow, no longer swinging the whip.

“Good nephew, take out the saber. Today, we’ll end it here,” he said with a hint of resignation, sitting in his usual driving seat.

“Uncle,” the young man looked at the desperate Seventh Uncle, wanting to say something, but ended up feeling lost and confused.

But just as everyone on the two carriages fell into despair, several figures suddenly appeared ahead on the road.

“White saber!” The young man suddenly shouted.

“What?” Seventh Uncle woke up in shock and saw the group of people dressed in white robes, each with a long saber at their waist.

These people had fair skin, blue eyes, black hair, and cold expressions. They were the patrol team specializing in slaying evil spirits and monsters on the border.

Seeing a large group of evil spirits approaching from behind the carriages, the seven-person squad immediately became alert, placing their hands on the hilt of their sabers. After the carriages rushed past, they stepped sideways, blocking the path.

Facing these white-robed men, the evil spirits charged forward, lunging at them with their long, sharp fangs gleaming menacingly.

Before the evil spirits could reach them, sharp sabers were drawn from their sheaths, slicing through the air with a cold, crescent-shaped arc, cutting the vicious demons into bloody pieces that fell from the sky.

White strips of cloth wrapped around the sabers’ hilts prevented slippage, and droplets of blood rolled down the sharp blades, falling onto the edge of the road.

Yet, the evil spirits did not stop. One after another, they surged forward, trying to bite and devour the living. Describing them as fearless would be more fitting; they were driven by an irrational, frenzied madness.

Thus, one crescent after another flashed across the wasteland, as the white-robed patrol team, half-human and half-Kui, battled these evil spirits.

As dusk approached, under the dark, moonless sky, blood blossoms splattered with the long blades, gradually staining the white robes red. Until no more evil spirits remained in the wilderness.

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She Is Not a Witch

She Is Not a Witch

才不是魔女
Score 9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: Chinese
She is a silver-haired maiden who lives in the forest. She is the teacher of the seven legendary heroes. She is the Sage who represents the stars and wonders. She is the guide who quells ten world disasters. Her name is Lorraine Hill, and she is not a witch. As the poem describes it. Like the sunlight that descends upon the world, she who has bright and transparent wings carries with her the legacy of another human civilization, bringing hope and blessings to this new world.

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