Mortal: Fairy Song Yu has issued you a task.

Chapter 41 Seeing Injustice

As the sun set, the Azure Winged Boat moved slowly forward amidst the crimson glow of the sunset.

After setting off from the dilapidated temple, the two traveled day and night, flying all the way, and now they were only two days away from Tiantong City.

Aft elegant interior.

Lin Jingchu glanced at the sky outside the window and suggested, "Senior Sister, there's a small town of mortals about ten miles ahead. Let's stay there and rest tonight."

"Thank you for your hard work, junior brother." Song Yu stopped playing, her fair hand gently pressing on the strings, and the melodious zither music came to an abrupt end.

"It should be my senior sister who thanked me for relieving my fatigue with her calming and soothing voice throughout the journey and helped me speed up the recovery of my spiritual power."

Lin Jingchu gathered the items in the private room and shrunk the Azure Wing Boat to its normal size. Then the two of them stepped onto the flying boat, which was only half a zhang long, and continued to fly eastward.

Just as the outline of the small town began to appear, a woman's hoarse cries for help suddenly rang out from the mountain roads below: "Help! Help!"

Lin Jingchu frowned slightly upon hearing the voice, turned around and whispered a few words to Song Yu behind him, then urged the Azure Wing Boat to glide down diagonally.

Upon receiving the telepathic message, Song Yu's expression turned solemn. Twelve slender flying needles, each about three inches long and crystal clear, appeared out of thin air, shimmering with cold light as they surrounded her.

"Go ahead and scream! Scream until you're hoarse, but no one will listen!"

On the dirt road, a horse-drawn carriage was damaged and overturned. An elderly man with gray hair lay lifeless on the broken carriage frame, his back stained with large patches of dark red blood.

Beside the carriage, five fierce-looking bandits in hemp clothing surrounded a girl who had fallen to the ground, brandishing knives and weapons.

The girl looked to be no more than sixteen years old, even more petite than Song Yu. She wore a coarse blue cloth dress, her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered in tears and dust.

After Lin Jingchu and Song Yu quietly approached each other, they put away the Green Wing Boat and hid among the dense treetops by the roadside, observing with bated breath.

A glint of light flashed in Song Yu's eyes, and he transmitted his voice, "These people are all mortals."

Lin Jingchu stroked his chin, a cold smile playing on his lips.

What a coincidence!

"Senior sister, later you..."

Just as the two were communicating telepathically, another unexpected event occurred.

The leader of the bandits grinned maliciously, suddenly reached out and grabbed the girl's clothes at the chest, and ripped them open forcefully.

—Sizzle!

Large swathes of snow-white skin and a thin bodice were exposed in the twilight.

"I'll go first, then the rest of you follow!"

The bandit leader threw down his long sword and, laughing wildly, reached out to grab the girl.

The girl desperately slapped the other person's thick arm, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—completely futile.

At that very moment—

Several faint, almost inaudible, whooshing sounds rang out!

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"...

The five bandits froze simultaneously, and a bright red spot of blood gradually appeared on the center of each of their foreheads.

They fell straight to the ground before they could even let out a scream.

Five streaks of light drew graceful arcs, flew back to Song Yu's side, and transformed back into five crystal-white flying needles, their surfaces as smooth as ever, without a drop of blood on them.

"Immortal...Immortal!" The girl stood on the ground in a daze, staring in shock at Lin Jingchu and Song Yu who had appeared by the roadside.

After regaining her senses, she scrambled to the old man beside the carriage, sobbing uncontrollably, "Grandpa! Wake up!"

Lin Jingchu looked sympathetic and walked towards the girl.

Song Yu looked wary, the flying needles hovering quietly beside him, slowly following two or three steps behind Lin Jingchu.

Just as Lin Jingchu walked to within three zhang of the girl, she suddenly got up and rushed towards him, disregarding the exposed skin.

"Please, sage, save my grandfather!"

Lin Jingchu dodged the impact and began to comfort him, saying, "Please accept my condolences, the deceased is gone..." Before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred!

The "mortal girl," who had been crying pitifully and helplessly, suddenly experienced a surge in her aura. At the same time, a black-veined purple bead the size of a longan appeared in her hand without her noticing.

The girl flicked her finger at Lin Jingchu, who was standing right next to her!

The purple bead transformed into a streak of light, instantly striking Lin Jingchu in the chest.

"puff--!"

A cloud of purple poisonous mist exploded in an instant, spreading over an area of ​​more than two zhang in radius, directly engulfing Lin Jingchu.

The poisonous fog billowed and emitted a pungent, fishy odor. The surrounding vegetation, once touched by it, withered and rotted at a visible speed, eventually turning into a pool of black water.

Following behind, Song Yu hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and with a light tap of his toes, he retreated several feet backward.

As she watched the poisonous fog gradually dissipate, she shouted angrily, "You vixen! How dare you disguise yourself as a mortal and commit such a despicable sneak attack!"

The crystalline flying needles transformed into twelve streams of light that shot out like a dense rainstorm, determined to riddle the girl with holes.

At this moment, the girl's panic completely disappeared, revealing a triumphant smile as she patted the storage bag hidden at her waist.

A dozen or so palm-sized scales shot out, layering in front of her to instantly form an arc-shaped, jet-black scale shield.

Clang! Clang! Clang! ...

The crisp sound was like raindrops hitting banana leaves, continuous and unending. The scale shield trembled and retreated repeatedly as it was struck by the flying needles, its surface flashing with spiritual light, but it barely managed to block this wave of fierce needle rain.

At the same time, the shadows of the tree trunks not far behind Song Yu distorted, and the burly man surnamed Xu suddenly appeared.

"Heh, as expected of a scion of a noble family, he can be so indifferent to the death of his attendant."

The purple poisonous fog had dissipated, leaving only a ring of scorched earth. Lin Jingchu, who had been at the center of the fog, was nowhere to be seen, as if he had never existed.

The girl chuckled and said, "Although the Purple Annihilation Bone-Corroding Powder can completely obliterate a person, it doesn't even leave behind a remnant of a magic weapon. It seems that you, as a follower, are not even worthy of a high-grade magic weapon. How pathetic that I'm risking my life for such a stingy person like you."

Looking at the two men surrounded from both sides, Song Yu said calmly, "His death on the spot was simply bad luck. But you two, who recklessly attacked and killed cultivators and disrupted order in Xi Kingdom, aren't you afraid of being wanted by the three sects and other sects?"

"These sects wouldn't care about such trivial matters. Besides, if we're really being hunted, we can just go to another country. We rogue cultivators are already homeless and can only wander around." The woman surnamed Ruan, no longer pretending, raised her hand and flicked out a long, black whip.

The long whip, covered in gleaming blades, cracked through the air with a sharp, explosive sound! The loess road surface, struck by the whip, was instantly torn open with several gullies half a foot deep.

She licked her lips: "This whip of mine is not pleasant to bear. If you are not careful and get hit by its gusts, your delicate skin will be torn and bleeding."

Song Yu, whose only visible feature was a pair of cool, aloof eyes, said: "Shut up!"

As he spoke, a huge rhombus-shaped ice crystal flew out and protected Song Yu behind him.

The twelve flying needles transformed into an interwoven net of light, enveloping the woman surnamed Ruan in front of them.

"You're courting death!" the burly man surnamed Xu roared, a massive sword as wide as a door suddenly appearing in his hand! A strange, dark green flame clung to the blade, radiating a dangerous aura!

The giant sword tore through the air, slashing towards Song Yu's slender figure with the force of splitting mountains.