A carefree soldier king in the city

Chapter 162 Chase

Since he had made a mistake first, and the other party had only shown a slight displeasure, Chao Bufan couldn't afford to cause any more trouble. He put away his arrogance, becoming gentle and refined, and politely cupped his hands, saying, "I am Chao Bufan. I did not mean to offend you just now. I hope the fairy will forgive me for any offense I may have caused!"

As he spoke, he coughed intermittently. Although he was not seriously injured, his breathing was disordered, and he was feeling unwell.

The woman was cold, her face covered in frost, her soul imbued with ice and snow, blending seamlessly with nature. She was a thousand times, ten thousand times colder than Tang Qianqian. If one didn't know her, one would mistake her for an ice sculpture. She was lifelike, without a sound of breathing, standing proudly with deep eyes gazing into the distance. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Chao Bufan, but remained silent.

Chao Bufan paused for a moment, a sense of doubt creeping into his heart. How could someone so close not hear him? Could he be deaf? Out of politeness, he suppressed his emotions, raised his voice, and said again, "Fairy, did you hear what I said? I was rude and impetuous earlier, and I am deeply sorry. There was a reason for it, please forgive me."

Having said that, he clasped his hands and bowed, his attitude humble and polite, neither servile nor arrogant, yet his words carried a hint of urgency. It was truly remarkable that he had gone to such lengths. If he hadn't needed her help, and if her cultivation hadn't far surpassed his own, he probably would have already pinned her down and taken her right there and then.

The Fairy Lily turned her head leisurely, glancing at him with her azure eyes. She gave a cold snort. Although the two had never met, for some reason her gaze was somewhat unfocused, merely sweeping over him without engaging in further interaction. It was unclear whether she was ignoring him or avoiding something. She spoke gently, as if it were a breeze: "A frivolous person can be let go, but where is that brat Bai Yu? If it weren't for him, I doubt you would have found this place."

Chao Bufan was speechless, having met with a rebuff. Since he needed her help, he had no choice but to humble himself, especially since the other party was a woman, and he couldn't afford to get angry. He spoke earnestly and calmly, saying, "Fairy, you really kept your mouth shut. Thank you for your mercy."

The two stood very close, looking at each other at eye level. She was about the same height as Chao Bufan, with an otherworldly air and a profound aura. Her figure was ethereal, and she stood there, exuding an indescribable eeriness. Her extraordinary temperament alone was enough to distinguish her from ordinary cultivators.

His extraordinary divine sense cautiously probed, holding his breath, afraid she would notice. The faint mark silently lingered, again and again, without any reaction. Like a stone sinking into the sea, it couldn't even cause a ripple, like an insurmountable Mount Tai, standing proudly among the Five Sacred Mountains, refusing to conform to worldly ways, going its own way, encompassing all things in heaven and earth.

An ant trying to shake a giant tree is laughable and presumptuous. You can't help but be impressed; it's a difference in spiritual level, and nothing else matters. If ordinary people encounter a person of divine power, they are more likely to feel awe, humility, and a long-cultivated sense of superiority. Although not intentional, it gives people a sense of oppression and an undeniable, piercing gaze.

Chao Bufan was breathing heavily, his bones felt numb and disoriented, his head was spinning, and he was showing signs of exhaustion. But he was unwilling to give up and insisted on fighting against it with all his might.

She seemed to sense Chao Bufan's predicament, and smiled gently, seemingly changing her attitude slightly. That backbone remained unyielding no matter who she faced; her innate pride was ingrained in her bones—she would never admit defeat, even in the face of adversity.

She looked around, searching for something. A thin layer of mist veiled her deep blue eyes, her black and white pupils darting about. Her eyes were simple and unadorned, lacking any allure or dazzling color, yet the longer you looked, the more captivating and profound they became. Her figure was undeniably stunning, curvaceous and shapely. On a single glance, her features might not seem particularly striking, but the way they combined created a unique beauty, as if their proportions were perfectly balanced. Her gaze might have been a little too sharp for a woman, but when she smiled, even the proud and extraordinary couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort.

This woman is beautiful... a beauty that is simple and exquisite, inspiring only pity and admiration, without the slightest thought of desecration.

At this moment, he dared not have the slightest thought of disrespect. Just as he was about to ask again, the woman seemed to have discovered something. She got up and moved around a few times, and in the blink of an eye, she was already several miles away. He quickly interrupted his momentary reverie and followed her.

The clouds drift and the giant rocks stand tall. The terrain is steep and uneven, sometimes flat as a walk on, sometimes towering into the clouds. It is hard to tell whether you are in the clouds or on the ground. The fairyland is ethereal, dreamlike and colorful, and surreal.

A man and a woman, their figures moving in unison, chased each other intensely, leaving behind afterimages that adorned the clouds around them. No, to be precise, there were three figures. The one in the lead had a unique movement technique, moving at an extreme speed, swaying left and right, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, making it extremely difficult to lock onto a target.

Judging from his figure, he seemed to be a child. If I'm not mistaken, it was Bai Yu who had been eavesdropping on the two's conversation from afar. He was discovered by Fairy Baihe and fled.

Gradually, Chao Bufan fell behind. The two ahead were too fast and very familiar with the terrain. After dozens of rounds, they disappeared completely.

He stopped, surveying the surrounding scenery. In the distance, green mountains and clear waters stretched out, with drifting white clouds. Steep peaks stood tall and majestic, the clear blue sky like a ribbon tied around their waists. The faint sound of a waterfall could be heard; the sound wasn't far away, but its source was unclear. The water must be crystal clear, the white ribbon cascading into the pool below, creating that crisp, melodious sound, tinkling and rhythmic. Following the waterside pavilions and winding bamboo paths, he entered the area. The antique buildings, the beautifully arranged exotic flowers and trees, the precious medicinal herbs—the pavilions were thoughtfully placed, a pavilion every three steps, a tower every five, interspersed with flowerbeds and herb gardens. The winding paths led into the distance.

At first glance, it seemed unremarkable. But after a few more steps, as if entering a grand formation, the scenery changed again. The original path vanished, and pavilions appeared ethereal, as if floating in the clouds, causing a slight sense of dizziness. The only constant was the railing; only by holding onto it could one find a semblance of reality. Below was a sheer cliff, incredibly steep, with a faint view of the foot of the mountain. Perched high above, suspended in mid-air, even Lin Jingyu felt a chill; it was simply too dangerous.

With no sign of the Lily Fairy, he was extremely anxious and, without thinking of anything else, he leaned on the railing and walked deeper into the area. He swayed and wandered around in circles a few times, but the sound of flowing water disappeared abruptly...