Chapter 13 (1/2)

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

“Zhou, get your feet off the horse, I’m tired of climbing, I want to ride the horse.”

Xu Yi was firmly clinging to the horse’s belly when he suddenly spoke. His tone was extremely arrogant, as though he were barking at a dog.

Though dressed in elegant white robes, Young Master Zhou’s face was contorted with anger. As he was about to explode in rage, he heard Xu Yi threaten, “I’ll count to three. If you don’t get off, don’t blame me for drilling a huge hole in this beast’s stomach!”

“If you dare harm a hair on Flying Snow, I’ll break every bone in your body!”

Although Zhou Shirong’s mouth spoke harsh words, his body jumped off the horse as though there were a poisonous snake on it. In just one leap, he was already meters away.

Xu Yi’s guess was on the mark. This Flying Snow was extremely precious to Zhou Shirong.

In fact, Flying Snow was a gift from Fairy Yuqing, the master of Snowcold Peak of the Celestial Mountain Sect. The original owner of Flying Snow was actually Fairy Zihan, the most famous and influential of the Celestial Mountain Sect’s third generation.

Fairy Zihan’s skills in the Martial Way were top-notch, and her name was known far and wide. She was the number one Fairy1 in all of Guang’an, with lots and lots of suitors. Zhou Shirong was of course one of them.

When Fairy Yuqing gifted him Flying Snow, Zhou Shirong, who saw himself as a protagonist in his own story, felt that it was a gesture that added some wonderful meaning to his story.

Xu Yi was terrible but still a mere ant. In Zhou Shirong’s eyes, he was not even worth a single hair on Flying Snow’s body.

If this villain harmed Flying Snow, how would he dare to face Fairy Zihan in future?

The moment Zhou Shirong backed off, Xu Yi flipped back onto the horse’s back. He hurried the horse and fled for a few miles at one go before he dared to look back. Zhou Shirong’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

Xu Yi’s mind was sharp. He knew that Zhou Shirong treasured this horse and would not easily give it up. Now, he must be hiding somewhere, waiting for a chance to strike.

With that thought in his head, Xu Yi turned the horse south, avoiding the path through the deep woods, and turning towards the main road. Riding on horseback for over fifty miles, he had reached the banks of Nielong River by the time he stopped.

Nielong River. Who knew where it started, but it cut horizontally through Guang’an Prefecture and into the East China Sea. Its waters were vast, almost like a sea itself.

Xu Yi was well aware, that this Nielong River was his only chance of survival.

The reason was simple: he could not keep running on and on, and he could not watching over this horse at all times. It was clear that Zhou Shirong was definitely following him, waiting for the moment he left Flying Snow’s side.

Thus, a paradox was formed!

As long as Xu Yi failed to escape completely from Zhou Shirong, his life would still remain hanging by a thread.

And for him to properly escape from Zhou Shirong, his only chance lay within the vast Nielong River. Because he managed to think of that, he had steered the horse into this direction back when he had gotten Zhou Shirong off the horse.

Xu Yi guessed right. Although it seemed on the surface that Zhou Shirong was not following, he had always been close by, not leaving them for even a moment.

When Xu Yi stopped at the Nielong River, Zhou Shirong had already hidden himself amongst a few giant trees by the river’s edge. As his eyes swept across the vast river waters, his heart plummeted as he immediately guessed what Xu Yi was up to.

This time, Xu Yi had caused him so much trouble. Never in his life had he been so unsightly as today. Merely killing Xu Yi would not ease the hatred in Young Master Zhou. There was no way he would sit still and let Xu Yi escape.

The moment Xu Yi made a move, Zhou Shirong leapt into the air. As quick as lightning, his body glided through the air like a dragon. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed dozens of meters and was only five meters away from Xu Yi.

Xu Yi never expected Zhou Shirong to come at him so suddenly and so quickly. He had no time to care about his appearance. With the quickest and cleanest movements, he rolled off the horse and once again bent over and hid under the horse’s belly.

Seeing Xu Yi repeating the same tactic, Zhou Shirong almost spewed blood from anger. He forcefully held back is palm strike in mid-air. But the moment he was about to stop, he saw Xu Yi dart out from underneath the horse, diving straight into the river.