135 No words were said between them (1/2)

Chen Leike's laughter was light and airy, dispersing any anxiety Nan Chang might have. She giggled along with him, steering their shared steed as he swung around his meteor hammers.

And while Nan Chang trusted the uncanny fortune that was blessed upon Chen Leike's being, she was not so careless to rely entirely on him. She at least had the mind to disperse the essence replicating talismans whenever they approached one of those tall towering beings.

”I'm so glad we met up with Sect Leader Zhao on our way here! Imagine if we just rushed into battle against these weird things without any useful tools,” Nan Chang giggled with wind in her hair. Her arm fanned out like she was about to twirl around in a dance, no anxiety nor concern clouding her movements.

”That wouldn't happen, Xiao Chang'er, are you forgetting who I am?” Chen Leike raised a brow, leaning over her shoulder. His breath warmed the slope of her neck.

She rolled her eyes with a playful smile upon her lips, ”You might be the Immortal of Luck, but Nan Chang is just Nan Chang. Even if Dagege survives, Nan Chang will be squashed. Like an ant. You know?”

The Immortal of Luck threw his head back in laughter, his meteor swinging around him in wide haphazard arcs. And yet they tore through the flesh and bones of any Fallen Gods it came upon, always hitting the part adorned with talismans.

”Don't be silly my Xiao Chang'er, I will protect you, you know?” He winked at her suggestively.

And Nan Chang giggled loudly, her eyes sparkling with false innocence because she understood that Chen Leike's words were hollow like his heart. Nan Chang sometimes wondered if her heart was also empty, and perhaps that was why they made such a fantastic match. In bed, of course. Shamelessly, she leaned back into his broad chest and allowed him to take the lead.

Despite melting into his hold and keeping her voice girlish and dumb, Nan Chang's words were pointed, ”Is Young Master Chen really reliable enough to protect Nan Chang?”

He raised a brow, not quite catching her meaning. Wasn't his fortune the most reliable thing in the world? It might as well be.

But Nan Chang continued to giggle, ”Dagege, I really like you but look around. Isn't Sect Leader Peng doing most of the work here?”

”Hmm…” Chen Leike hummed lazily as he looked up, finally paying attention to the state of his surroundings.

In fact, Peng Zhugen was rushing into battle like a total madman, corralling the Fallen Gods and slaying up to two or three at once. His poor comrades were doing their best to keep up, only to be knocked aside by the Hidden Mist Sect Leader's violent winds and violent moods.

A dark cloud had fallen upon that man ever since he received news about his home. And Chen Leike understood to some degree (or not at all) but seriously, did Peng Zhugen really have to be in such a down and depressing mood, making the lives of everyone around him miserable.

Traveling with him had been awful, from the snipping responses to the glaring eyes and even attempted murder in plain daylight that no one even reacted to! For the first time in Chen Leike's entire life, he thought fate was messing around with him, just for being stuck with one awful Peng Zhugen.

”Do you not find him unpleasant?” Chen Leike steered his horse, circling wide to avoid large groups of foes. The Immortal of Luck was feeling both lazy and little petty. If Peng Zhugen were so eager to face off the Fallen Gods, then Chen Leike would allow him to do just that.

With luck as mighty as his own, Chen Leike was almost certain that when the time came, he would be able to rack up credit and avoid blame for any misdoing either way.

Nan Chang was no fool and saw through the Young Master Chen immediately. He was a man with a bad personality, but one that was predictable and easy to please. So Nan Chang did just that, nestle her petite body against him and kept an easy smile.

So long as she did that, she was confident in their chances of greeting the following dawn.

Meanwhile, Chen Leike's younger brother, Chen Jiang, could not claim to have the same infamous fortune his brother was known to have.

He was dripping with sweat, panic thick. Though he'd already taken a restorative pill, the sharp pain in his chest refused to leave him be. Each breath he took was intense and agonizing! Each step he took was full of suffering! Who could even blame him for hiding and fleeing?

It was for the better too! Because everyone else was dead. Solely Chen Jiang had survived the onslaught of Fallen Gods… and that mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect Elder that went and turned on them! Killing off any remaining survivors among their troops. How lucky was it for Chen Jiang to escape, hidden behind a tiny crevice between a lumbering tree and a large formation of rock.

He even had the pleasure of watching the suspicious man carve out arrays into the land. Chen Jiang watched him dumbly from the shadows, stilling his breathing like a frightened rabbit.

Liu Langce looked up and sighed, reaching in his robes to pull out a black mask. Once he fitted it over his head, his head snapped, twisting right toward Chen Jiang's direction.

Those two gray eyes reflected light behind the mask, glowing like a nocturnal beast.

Chen Jiang's heart and mind blanked, his nerves all flinched in fright. He fled. Breath rasping and eyes wide, heart thundering in his chest, he fled like an idiot. Shameless and pathetic.

Like an unthinking fool, he ran straight toward the arrays set up earlier by the Guanghai Elder. Demons rose from the ground. A thick demonic energy stung his nose, causing Chen Jiang's eyes to water. A sharp black claw surged up from the glowing red ground, almost cleaving Chen Jiang in two.

A sharp girly cry ripped out of his throat as he fell backward. Red eyes stared down at him. The Second Young Master Chen shuffled backward, whimpering as he tried to get up on his feet. But a claw caught his heel, pulling him back. He squealed like a pig at slaughter.

But perhaps some of his older brother's luck rubbed off on him after all. An arrow flew through the sky, piercing the demon straight through the skull. It shrieked and fell over dead, allowing Chen Jiang to wiggle free.

He got up and ran, chased by even more demonic beasts that rose from the portal. Chen Jiang had long forgotten about how disgracefully he was screaming and crying like a panicked babe. When he looked over his shoulder out of desperate fear, he ran straight into something. Not entirely hard, for it stumbled back on collision and swore when Chen Jiang fell and screamed.