Vol 2 Chapter 35.1 (1/2)

Chapter 35.1

Book 2 - Fame Spreads

Chapter 35.1 - Unexpected Delight

When He Yiming walked out into the street, his face was already completely transformed.

The current him, regardless from which angle one looked, looked like a man above forty. Furthermore, even his height had been increased.

Before leaving the shop, he opportunistically grabbed a long gown, and adjusted his stature to fit it.

Although he’d cultivated [Bone Transformation Technique], a large part of the reason he’d been able to accomplish this feat so easily was that he’d attained the Xiantian realm.

Fan Vastmoon and his two attendants were walking on the road without a care. Not to mention they weren’t aware of the jinx behind them, even if they were, how would they have escaped from the pursuit of a Xiantian cultivator?

He Yiming quickened his footsteps and soon overtook them.

He turned around and bought a shoddy wine from a shop at another street’s opening. Sprinkling some of it on his clothes, he headed in the opposite direction.

At a street’s entrance, he burped and stopped. His eyes also seemed to have become distant.

Inwardly, he slowly counted the sounds concerning their footsteps.

After reaching such a realm of strength, merely by relying on the sounds entering ears, one could make a lot of deductions.

Although He Yiming couldn’t tell the destination Fan Vastmoon and his two attendant were headed, from the sound of their footsteps, he could tell the direction they would take the very next moment.

Slowing footsteps and taking a turn is different from walking straight in an extremely subtle way. An ordinary person naturally wouldn’t be able to perceive this difference. However, if a Xiantian cultivator were to pay a little attention, he could easily discern it.

Perhaps an individual who had gone through an appropriate training for some time could also accomplish this feat. However, a Xiantian cultivator could easily do so relying on his own power. Such a feat was far beyond the imagination of an ordinary individual.

Right at this moment, He Yiming ascertained that Fan Vastmoon would walk straight.

Eventually, the corners of his mouth curled into a mischievous smile before he rushed out of the street with staggering footsteps.

“Peng…”

The moment Fan Vastmoon walked past a street’s entrance, an evidently drunk man walked out in staggering steps from there within.

His brows creased, wis.h.i.+ng to dodge involuntarily. However, he suddenly discovered that regardless of which direction he tried to dodge, he would not be able to succeed.

This thought merely flickered in his mind momentarily, not provoking his conscious attention.

He lifted his leg, wis.h.i.+ng to kick. The next moment, the leg supporting his body indescribably slipped. Thereupon, his other leg obviously kicked air. On top of that, his body resolutely collided with the drunkard.

A patch of darkness emerged before Fan Vastmoon’s eyes. He only felt himself to be colliding against an iron wall; everything seeming brightly lit.

Fortunately, the attendants with him reacted quickly. Before he could touch the ground, they quickly stepped forward and supported him.

“Young master, young master….”

The two attendants anxiously shouted. This collision didn’t seem light.

However, that drunkard was also holding his hand and gasping and groaning in pain. His condition was evidently worse.