Chapter 265 – Wolf Charge (2/2)

Zhexiu was rather surprised, apparently. After a moment of silence, the corners of his lips perked up. He was probably smiling.

If Chen Changsheng were to see this, he would almost certainly be incredibly shocked, because he could not recall a single time he had seen Zhexiu smile.

It was a shame that Qi Jian's head was buried in Zhexiu's neck so that he could not see it.

Zhexiu said no more. Holding tightly onto Qi Jian's legs, he began rushing down the incomparably precipitous cliff face.

Sand and stone scattered; debris flew about in chaos.

Carrying Qi Jian, Zhexiu madly rushed. Every time his feet landed, they would dig deeply into the cliff, giving him an excellent grip.

The poison of the Peacock Plume had damaged his vision, but it did not hampered the rest of his strength.

After his demi-human transformation, the wolf youth could use his nearly perfect balance and speed to increase his running strength and instinctive adaptation to unimaginable levels, in accordance with his surroundings.

In only a few moments, he carried Qi Jian all the way to the bottom of the cliff.

Several miles away on the hillside, it was clear that the demon general couple had not expected them to use this method, this direction, to break out of their entrapment. They paused for a while before once again beginning their pursuit.

With a rumble, the cliff trembled as two dragons made of dust followed them.

”South, at the Zhen Star, four miles.”

Qi Jian withdrew his gaze, then attempted to make his weak voice as clear as possible. ”Three hundred, two hundred forty, two hundred, one hundred seventy, stone steps, inclined at a forty-one degree angle, ready......jump!”

Like a young male wolf, Zhexiu carried Qi Jian as he frantically made his way through the mountains. Turning into a gray shadow, he leaped up a dozen yards, directly jumping to the top of the stone steps.

Qi Jian felt that sudden shock of the landing and the pain of his abdomen. However, he held it down and made no sound. He weakly said, ”Go straight for four hundred yards. Enter the forest?”

Zhexiu's heart and soul were engaged in running so he did not answer, only nodding his head.

Qi Jian rested his head on Zhexiu's shoulders once again, feeling the incessant shocks. As he saw the forest get closer and closer, his hands tightened their grip, and his mind also became more tense.

He was unable to see the path, carrying a heavily injured person, yet he still ran at his fastest speed.

Moreover, he was doing so in the mountains.

It was truly mad.

What Zhexiu was doing was mad.

With madness came an inevitably price to pay.

Even though he had already transformed, and even though Qi Jian was doing his best to calculate and giving him a constant stream of directions, he would still inevitably tumble—and these were serious tumbles.

However, just like he had said at the top of the cliff, every time he fell, he would get up straightway and continue running.

Because only by so madly rushing and throwing caution to the wind could they continue to live.

The first few times that they fell, Qi Jian would subconsciously close his eyes, but later on he no longer did. This was because every time they were about to fall, Zhexiu would always valiantly adjust his posture so that he suffered the brunt of the fall, doing as much as he could so that Qi Jian was not further injured.

He did it regardless of whether they fell on mud or sand, the soft water of the stream, or even the hard, sharp surface of the cliff.

Qi Jian did not close his eyes, not because Zhexiu's protection made him lose his fear of falling, but rather because he wanted to see the path ahead as clearly as possible, so that Zhexiu would hopefully fall less often.

Zhexiu's body was covered with wounds, flowing with blood.

He closed his eyes, lowered his head, and silently continued his mad rush.

Qi Jian tightly held on. His eyes had long ago turned red.

She wanted to cry.

(TL: This is on purpose)

However, he did not cry.

She was obedient.

So she did not cry.

An entire journey of chasing and fleeing.

Seeing the Sunset Valley, but unable to approach it. They could only keep moving forward.

In the end, there was no more path to walk.

Zhexiu, with Qi Jian on his back, had finally arrived at the perimeter of that plain, so he finally stopped running.

Liu Wan'er and Teng Xiaoming also stopped their chase.

This demon general couple looked at the distant sun which was just about to set, then looked at the silhouette of that youth in front of that half-sun. Their eyes were filled with admiration.

Zhexiu's head was lowered as he continuously gasped for air.

Sweat and blood were all over his body and face and caused those dark hairs to tangle together, which made for an absolute mess.

Qi Jian rested against his shoulder, close to those very hard and very prickly hairs. They seemed to be very uncomfortable, but she felt that they were very soft.

”I'm sorry,” he said apologetically. ”My directions weren't very good.”

Zhexiu expressionlessly replied, ”It was me that didn't run fast enough.”

The distant setting sun continued to hang at the edge of the horizon. For some reason, it had not been completely swallowed by the horizon.

In the sunset, the vast and boundless plain seemed to be suffused with a golden light, like the plaza of the Divine State.

This was the very center of the Garden of Zhou, its most enigmatic and most dangerous location—the legendary Plains of the Unsetting Sun.

Several hundred years ago, there were once many cultivators that attempted to enter this plain, yet of the people that entered, none of them had lived to return. They had only left behind rumors.

It seemed very strange. If no one had ever been able to leave these plains, then how did those rumors get left behind?

”So where do we go next?” Qi Jian whispered.

Ahead of them were the plains; it was death.

Turning around was a battle, and also death.

It was just like Tang Thirty-Six and Chen Changsheng had said at the Ivy Festival: Qi Jian was a very delicate child.

However, in the end, he was a disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect. Moreover, he was the last disciple of Mount Li's Sect Master. At his waist was Mount Li's Relic Sword.

In his view, if he was going to die, then it should have been by turning around and engaging in one final battle.

Zhexiu did not turn around, nor did he ask for Qi Jian's opinion. Carrying him, he entered the plain with its grass that was about as high as a man.

”No human has come out of this plain alive,” Qi Jian nervously said.

”I'm not a human, I'm a wolf.”

Zhexiu continued, ”The plains are my home. I don't believe there are plains that can imprison me.”

Qi Jian said no more. Hugging Zhexiu, he somewhat rested his head against Zhexiu's shoulders comfortably.

The plains were filled with the same grass, so his directions were no longer needed.

Then walk wherever you want. No matter how far you walk, it is okay. No matter how long you walk, it is okay.

Even if it was the path to death, with someone to keep company, then he should still walk to the end and see.

The grass rustled as it rubbed against their clothes.

The distant sun still had not set.

It was just as stubborn as they were.