novelraw Chapter 940: Even Escape Is Done With Great Flair
Chapter 940: Even Escape Is Done With Great Flair
I wonder if that old man is dead? Looking at the big pit in the distance, the Fifth Prince and the others all wore expressions of grief, sharing a sense of sorrow."This is infuriating, absolutely infuriating," just then, two dry, skinny hands appeared, clawing at the edge of the pit to climb up. It was Nian An Yao’s face, covered in dust and blood.
The fact that this old man could even manage to get up astonished Han Yan as she looked at Nian An Yao.
After all, she had exerted herself fully with that previous blow, and Nian An Yao hadn’t reacted at all, simply taking her strike head-on.
In Han Yan’s estimation, the old man should have been gravely injured if not dead; she hadn’t expected him to climb up and even curse out loud, clearly showing that his injuries were much lighter than she had anticipated.
"That’s the power of a Life-bound Sword Pet; because his life is bound to it, his defensive power and vitality are greatly enhanced," Ye Lanfeng explained.
"So, that’s the reason. Someday I’ll find a way to get a Sword Pet for myself," Han Yan felt even more motivated upon hearing this.
"It’s not as easy as you think. In the tens of thousands of years of Anyun Country’s history, there have only been a few who are truly renowned and powerful Beast Taming Masters, numbering only about a thousand. Beast Taming Sword Saints like Xia Youchen are fewer than a hundred.
Moreover, you can see that his Beast Taming Technique clearly comes at the cost of his longevity, and it’s likely that the cost is not limited to that; it’s not worth it," Ye Lanfeng said.
Upon hearing this, Han Yan remembered the matter, looking at Nian An Yao’s face, now aged by more than ten years, and immediately abandoned the idea of raising a Sword Pet. Despite disguising herself as a man for many years, Lady Mu still loved beauty and was quite picky about appearances.
Han Yan didn’t continue speaking, as Nian An Yao had already climbed out completely, his entire body faintly exuding an aura of condensed Qi, and was looking at Han Yan with deep hatred.
No longer daring to underestimate this old man, Han Yan slightly adjusted her stance, ready to strike again.
Others hadn’t expected Nian An Yao to be able to gather Qi and still have the strength to fight; they all held their breaths, preparing for the impending legendary battle.
"Han Yan, today’s grudge will not end until either of us is dead," Nian An Yao shouted and moved once more.
Enveloped in boundless hatred from Nian An Yao’s roar, everyone could imagine his deep-seated animosity and understood he would surely fight with all he had.
Everyone watched him intently, eager to see what ultimate skills he might employ and anticipating a shattering and awe-inspiring battle, filled with sandstorms, thunder, and lightning...
But soon, they realized they’d been mistaken; Nian An Yao indeed moved, but instead of charging Han Yan, he turned around and dashed off in the opposite direction, his short legs carrying him swiftly out of sight in the blink of an eye.
He ran away—just like that. Everyone was taken aback.
All were stunned, having expected him to fight desperately with Han Yan after voicing his threat, yet he ran. It was unimaginable how such short legs could move so fast.
Whoever said Master Nian was domineering and stubborn didn’t realize how adept he was at assessing the situation; sensing something was amiss, he fled with great momentum. Even in fleeing, his speed was impressive—Master Nian truly deserves his reputation as a renowned Beast Taming Master in Anyun Country.
Nian An Yao had fled, and all eyes turned back to the Fifth Prince and his entourage, curious about how they would respond and uncertain if they still had the courage to be arrogant in front of Han Yan.
For some reason, they suddenly felt a bit sympathetic towards the Fifth Prince. After all, he was the current emperor’s son and one of the future heirs to the throne, able to indulge in nearly any whim in the Capital. Yet, why was his luck so poor, always running into Han Yan? Not just once or twice—it was truly unfortunate.
"Let’s go." Seeing even Nian An Yao had fled, the Fifth Prince and his party dared not stay any longer. Ignoring the sympathetic or mocking glances from around them, they exchanged glances and chased after Nian An Yao in haste.
Though they outwardly maintained calm, their disordered steps clearly revealed their fright.
"Wait, take your man with you!" Noticing they only cared about escaping, leaving Rong Tianhai behind, Han Yan called out again.
The Fifth Prince paused slightly, signaled with his eyes, and a Young Master of the Sword Guard Mansion grabbed Rong Tianhai by the leg, dragging him away like a dead dog, leaving a faint trail of blood across the uneven ground.
Alas, associating with such people, Rong Tianhai was truly out of luck. The surrounding onlookers shook their heads in unison, offering their silent sympathy to Rong Tianhai.
"Next time, before taking someone’s something, ask who it belongs to first," Han Yan’s cold voice rang out behind the Fifth Prince and his entourage, causing them to stumble before hastening their escape.
Soon enough, the Fifth Prince and his group were gone completely, and Fangjia Square regained its prior calm.
Seeing the Fifth Prince and his companions not daring to even fart before leaving in disgrace, the crowd’s view of Han Yan subtly shifted once more, gaining deeper respect.
Out of reverence for Han Yan, people dared not linger around, fearing to provoke her displeasure and suffer a fate like Nian An Yao’s, and dispersed back into the market in small groups, selecting suitable strange flowers and herbs while quietly discussing. When mentioning the Fifth Prince, they were full of disdain and ridicule.
It wouldn’t be long before today’s events spread throughout the Capital, and even the whole of Anyun, with the Fifth Prince’s hopes of restoring his reputation slipping into a joke for others over their meals.
Han Yan finally lowered her head, stealing a glance at the Little Auspicious Beast in her arms. The little one was exhausted from casting the Sleep Barrier and looked extremely weary.
Han Yan secretly felt heartache, pretending to adjust her breath as she caressed her chest and tucked a few elixirs into its mouth.
Initially worried that it was too weak to grasp anything in confusion, she was surprised when, as soon as the elixirs went in, the little one’s plump paw snatched them up with lightning speed, popping them into its mouth before sinking back into a deep slumber.
Han Yan shook her head. Previously, she thought the name given to this guy was inappropriate, as slow as a snail with no trace of the aurora about it. But now she realized that the name fit well enough; at least when it came to eating, this little guy was astonishingly quick, so fast it was almost hard to follow.