Chapter 227:
Lin Xin was shuttling through the mountain forest beside the Western Rong People’s camp, occasionally using nearby branches and vines to harvest the lives of one or two pursuing soldiers behind her. With the wood element ability at her disposal, this place was essentially her home turf.
She ran swiftly through the forest while not forgetting to draw wood element energy from the trees and grass to replenish her own depleted supernatural ability.
Before, the black-clad Western Rong person she killed had made a frantic counterattack on his deathbed, using himself as bait to stab through Lin Xin’s left shoulder with a sharp blade piercing his chest, and with his last strength, he fired a patch of deep red smoke into the air.
Although she didn’t understand what it signified, Lin Xin instinctively sensed something was wrong, so her water element supernatural ability surged out, with pieces of water blades slashing the throats of the oncoming Western Rong soldiers, leaving them forever in this place.
Just as she was about to check on the soldiers’ condition after being drugged, sounds of multiple people walking came from the distance. She secretly called out “not good,” got up and rushed to the outside of the camp, coming face-to-face with the Western Rong people who had come to reinforce.
Because she had psychological preparation, at the first encounter, Lin Xin took out one of the three leaders among the reinforcing Western Rong people and his six guards beside him.
What she didn’t know was that the previous red smoke signified that the drugging had succeeded this time, but the sneak attack had failed and the entire army was wiped out.
These arriving Western Rong people were more here to avenge their own soldiers and occupy the camp than to reinforce.
But they didn’t know that a “death god” Lin Xin had already prepared her butcher’s knife and was waiting for them.
“Who are you?” The remaining two Western Rong leaders looked at the corpses of their fallen comrades, one of them asked.
“The one here to take your lives!” Lin Xin sneered coldly, her long sword sweeping horizontally.
Although the Western Rong people’s kung fu mainly focused on powerful strikes, some also practiced lightness skills, and the leader who had just asked was one. Seeing this, he immediately drew his curved saber and tangled with her.
The soldiers in their own camp needed time to dispel the sleeping potion in their bodies, so Lin Xin couldn’t let them have a chance to enter the large camp. After exchanging a few moves with the Western Rong person and knowing she couldn’t kill him in a short time, she mobilized her last supernatural ability, condensing nine elongated water blades that silently pierced into the Western Rong leader’s body and out the other side.
The remaining Western Rong leader saw that when the two were fighting intensely, his side’s people suddenly fell without warning, with large amounts of blood flowing from his body, while he, who had never taken his eyes off them, didn’t see at all how this young lady in front of him had acted, and his heart couldn’t help but tremble.
Although he was very unwilling to admit it, in terms of skill, he was actually not as good as him, not even as good as the one who died at this young lady’s hands at first sight. Even they had lost their lives silently—could he dodge it?
At this moment, in his eyes, Lin Xin was no longer the pretty little beauty from their first sight, but a life-taking asura.
“Charge for me, kill her!” The leader shouted loudly, ordering his subordinates to swarm Lin Xin.
They say what kind of leader brings what kind of soldiers. The soldiers under the two dead leaders were filled with grief and indignation, desperately rushing forward to avenge their superior, while this leader’s subordinates quietly stood at the far back of the group.
They thought well in their hearts: they didn’t dare to clash head-on with this young lady, but surrounding her to prevent her from leaving the encirclement was something they could do.
But Lin Xin wouldn’t let them have their way. After killing a few Western Rong soldiers and tearing an opening in the battle circle, she broke out from it with eerie body movements and ran headlong into the nearby mountain forest without looking back.
“General, what do we do?” The dumbfounded Western Rong soldier watched Lin Xin’s figure disappear into the depths of the mountain forest, asking his leader in a daze.
“What nonsense, hurry and chase!” The leader gritted his teeth and roared loudly.
“But… but isn’t our mission… to occupy the camp?” The soldier stared wide-eyed, stammering.
“The sleeping potion that the right general brought can last four hours. It’s not too late to catch that little lady and come back.” The leader thought for a moment and said.
“G-General, do you think the right general was killed by that little lady just now? Should we leave a few people to check inside the camp?” The little soldier had no intention at all of facing Lin Xin that death god, so he racked his brains for an excuse to stay behind.
“Bastard, if you babble again, I’ll treat you as a deserter!” The leader saw through his plan at a glance and rejected him without another word.
The reason was simple: he himself didn’t want to face Lin Xin, but as the leader, he had no choice. Following the principle that if he couldn’t avoid it, he absolutely wouldn’t let his subordinates avoid it either, the leader gave the little soldier no chance to retort, kicking him in the calf. “No more nonsense, or we’ll lose her soon.”
“Yes!” The little soldier endured the pain coming from his calf and responded grudgingly.
Everyone, under the leader’s lead (driving), chased in the direction Lin Xin had left.
After entering the forest, Lin Xin didn’t rush deeper but absorbed the abundant wood element energy here to replenish her supernatural ability while paying attention to the Western Rong people’s movements. She knew that relying solely on force to fight and kill so many people was nothing short of a pipe dream; she should outsmart them instead.
And this forest was the burial ground she had chosen for those Western Rong people.
She waited a moment, and sure enough, she heard rustling sounds from behind. Using the surrounding flowers, grass, and trees, she sensed the approximate number of pursuers, nodded in satisfaction—no one had been left to enter the camp, otherwise protecting so many drugged soldiers would have been quite taxing for Mo Ziyuan.
Lin Xin felt assured in her heart and, on a whim, started playing a game of cat and mouse with the Western Rong soldiers in the forest.
She occasionally revealed her figure in front of them, then hid again before they could react and act, repeating this cycle, soon leading the Western Rong soldiers deep into the mountain forest.
This forest was near the Western Rong camp, and the Western Rong soldiers were quite familiar with the terrain inside, knowing there were no jackals, wolves, tigers, or wild boars or other large beasts here, so they pursued Lin Xin utterly unrestrained.
Little did they know, Lin Xin’s extermination of them was about to begin.
Finally reaching the densest area of trees in the mountain forest, Lin Xin stopped running and stood gracefully under a towering big tree, putting on an appearance of being exhausted and panting heavily.
“Little lady, why aren’t you running anymore?” The Western Rong leader, though his stamina was quite depleted, was still breathing steadily. Seeing Lin Xin leaning against the tree trunk and panting delicately, his heart stirred, a surge of lust rose from his chest and concentrated in his indescribable body part, even his question carrying a lewd tone.
Those gathered around him were people who had followed him for a long time; hearing his voice, they basically knew what he wanted to do, each turning to look at the surroundings and revealing smiles matching his.
Even bolder ones directly asked: “General, after you’re done playing, can you let the brothers have some fun too?”
