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Mist's expression changed when he saw the powder, and he hurriedly checked Yan Jingchen's pulse. Seizing the opportunity, Meng Fuyao bolted out of the cellar, kicked away the two Mystic Essence Sect disciples who were guarding the entrance and dashed away.

But she clashed right into another person.

A strong, elegant scent of a peony wafted into her nose, and her forehead came into contact with a soft and smooth silk clothing.

Life was indeed full of coincidences.

While Meng Fuyao was still buried in that aromatic hug, she did not even raise her head and immediately stabbed towards that person.

A black beam of light shone and immediately disappeared.

Simultaneously, a mouthful of blood was spat out, and the blood flew away in the darkness of the night.

Pei Yuan held her ribcage and staggered backward, her red clothes dyed with a large patch of blood.

However, Meng Fuyao shook her head in pity. 'Sh*t, Pei Yuan's skills have indeed improved. Even under such unexpected circumstances, she could still twist her body and avoid her vital parts from getting injured. What a waste of my dagger,' she thought.

Even so, she did not stop. She leaped, stepped on Pei Yuan's head and dashed past the backyard, escaping as she flipped over the wall.

The series of actions - jumping up, battling Mist, attacking Yan Jingchen, escaping from the cellar, running away after she did not manage to kill Pei Yuan - were so fast that it seemed as though they happened simultaneously. Within a few blinks of an eye, she had already dashed away from the residence of Prince Heng.

Once Meng Fuyao was out, she zoomed like a flash of light, through a few dark alleys, towards the noisy places where residents gathered.

The alleys were pitch-black, and the space was narrow. Meng Fuyao's clothes brushed past the wind, continuously dashing through the darkness and fog of the night.

Just a distance away, the central street that was busy all day and night could be seen. As long as she reached that area, no matter how perverted Mist was, he could not possibly kill her on the streets.

However, the fog in front of her seemed to have thickened.

Rather than fog, it was more apt to call it smoke. A thick, drifting, yellowish-grey smoke.

Meng Fuyao stopped in her tracks and turned towards another direction. Yet that unwavering smoke still lingered everywhere.

Mist had managed to catch up with her.

Meng Fuyao had been injured by him before and knew how peculiar his martial arts was. It was probably the type that could silently lock one's veins, so she dared not to remain still like how she had done when conversing with Yan Jingchen. Instead, she continuously dashed in all directions, her inner energy ballooning and flowing through her body, trying to find a point that she could break through in the ever-present smoke.

Mist's voice appeared from the layers of smoke, though it was hard to determine how far away he was.

”Kiddo, you're not bad,” he said. ”You have the inner energy of both Gale and Moon Soul, and even some superior martial arts skills that I cannot tell… who exactly is your teacher?”

”Why should I tell you?” Meng Fuyao smiled and retorted. ”I'm not your mum, I'm not obliged to answer your questions.”

The layer of smoke shook for a moment, resembling how one's breathing would thicken out of anger. Meng Fuyao's eyes brightened, and she immediately bolted forward.

A while ago, she had already realized that Mist's smoke was controlled by his breathing so angering him was the only way to find his weakness. As such, she had been behaving as evil as she could. Anyway, the old guy had never intended to let her live.

While Meng Fuyao was still in mid-air, her dagger neared the hole that previously appeared in the curtain of smoke, and she gave a violent stab!

”You're cunning!” shouted Mist as the smoke dissipated, revealing his figure. The old man waved his sleeve, and a strong gust of wind rolled towards Meng Fuyao, sweeping her off her feet and causing her to instantly glide three feet away.

While she glided, it felt like she was stepping on moonlight and riding on the wind. She drifted backward like floating clouds and rushing streams, and oblivious to the wall behind her, she banged right into it. With a loud crash, a huge hole emerged in the wall, and Meng Fuyao's figure fell right through it.

Behind the hole were starry lights and flowy curtains. In the romantic atmosphere beneath a red tent, a pair of lovers were shocked by the sudden midnight intrusion.

It was obviously a wild pair of lovers.

With a look back, Meng Fuyao saw the nude couple screaming and scrambling onto their feet on the bed. Her eyes specially darted around some important body parts and swiftly scanned her surroundings, quickly confirming that she had landed in a brothel. She could not help but smile. ”My apologies, please continue.” Digging out a pill and throwing it over, she added, ”I hope you're not too shocked by me that you can't continue? Here's a gift to strengthen your stamina as a form of consolation.”

Then she looked up, grinned at Mist who had just followed in and bounced away immediately.

Meng Fuyao did not stop retreating, banging past bead curtains, room doors, railings, and the main hall. Where she passed by, the beads of the curtains scattered, the room doors crumbled, the railings gave way, and the vases broke. Amid the tumultuous chaos, there were voices of people screaming, of people shouting to avoid the wreckage, and of the large crowd of bystanders from the opposite street enquiring to ask what was happening. In an instant, chaos erupted in the main street of Heaven Demon, resembling a hot pot of boiling porridge.