Chen Ping's Sword

The forest trees blocked the sunlight.

The path was somewhat difficult to see...

Chen Ping didn’t need to see clearly; his senses were strong. As he walked, he used his short sword to chop away the branches obstructing his path, clearing the thorns and moving smoothly.

The eyes in the sky, shielded by the dense branches and leaves, temporarily posed less threat.

Although the journey was a bit slower.

Overall, it was much safer.

The only trouble was that the flower thief started trailing again.

Chen Ping thrived in such an environment.

Unexpectedly, the flower thief was even more adaptable.

Perhaps running away for so long, constantly being pursued, Jiang Yudie thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.

His body technique was nimble, moving high and low, like a butterfly dancing and a swift soaring...

The gloomy forest somehow took on a spring-like feel under his navigation.

Sometimes he appeared in front of Chen Ping.

Other times behind him.

Left, right, coming and going...

If not held back by Chen Ping’s archery and martial skills, he would have tried probing long ago.

Of course, even if just lingering behind without attacking,

it was enough to make Chen Ping thoroughly vexed.

Because this guy marked trails and sent out messages...

Chen Ping’s plan to use the dense woods to evade the gaze of the Divine Eagle was completely foiled.

With nightfall approaching.

Chen Ping stopped walking and found a slightly flat and open spot, stopping there.

Turning his head to look at Hua Lian’er, he found the young girl gently nodding, clearly understanding his intention.

After spending these days together,

the two gradually developed a lot of mutual understanding.

They could even grasp what the other was thinking without speaking.

And coordinate actions effortlessly.

The reason for not speaking was that Chen Ping suspected that the flower thief not only had excellent lightweight body technique but also had extraordinary hearing.

Several times, Chen Ping planned to ambush him, but before he could act, Jiang Yudie had escaped early.

It wasn’t merely good luck for the opponent.

Being able to continuously steal flowers without failure surely entailed having skills.

Chen Ping contemplated several possibilities, even considering the opponent might be able to interpret lip movements.

The person hid in the shadow, always trailing. Though Chen Ping could sense him, he couldn’t do anything about it.

If no solution is devised to eliminate this person,

this escape route would be a joke.

As the night grew darker.

Both were hungry after a day, their stomachs growling. Chen Ping stopped advancing and casually hunted a wild deer, using the mountain stream’s water to prepare it, cleared the weeds, and started a fire for roasting.

Furthermore, he quickly constructed a simple tent using branches and vines.

After eating the roast meat.

Hua Lian’er yawned several times, looking troubledly at Chen Ping.

"Feeling sleepy?"

Chen Ping asked softly, "You can go inside the tent and sleep with your clothes on for a while. The ground is burned already, no bugs or ants."

"Well, actually, Seventh Brother, I need to relieve myself."

Hua Lian’er blushed, her legs embarrassingly twisted together, her waist bent, bottom protruding, appearing exceedingly embarrassed.

"Here?"

Chen Ping scanned the dark surroundings, unable to see anything. He pointed at the fire pit and said.

"I can’t..."

Hua Lian’er shrank her neck and awkwardly glanced at the fire pit, then turned her attention beyond the shadow of a tree...

Seven or eight meters away, there was a grass pile shielding it.

"Shall I accompany you?" Chen Ping awkwardly smiled.

"No need, just a moment. Seventh Brother, stay there and don’t peek." Hua Lian’er lowered her head shyly.

She pointed at the tent.

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