Why Wouldn't She Let It Go?

The enormous Bone Flying Boat finally arrived above Shaoyang Market Town.

The dozens-of-zhang-long Bone Boat slowly descended, its massive shadow gradually enveloping Su Fan and the others.

That overwhelming pressure left Su Fan trembling with fear.

"Boom..."

The Bone Boat landed on the ground and opened several cabin doors at once. Countless demonic cultivators in black robes filed out.

At that moment, a demonic cultivator beside Su Fan cried out.

"Senior Brother, that Senior Sister is so beautiful..."

It wasn't only Su Fan. All the surrounding demonic cultivators looked in the direction he was pointing.

They saw a female cultivator just stepping out of the cabin.

She wore a black robe, its hem fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

It was like ripples spreading across a tranquil lake, carrying a cool, serene stillness.

Her breathtakingly beautiful face was flawless, radiant beyond compare.

Her skin was white as snow, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, her figure graceful and willowy.

She seemed like an immortal who had walked out of a fairyland and descended into the mortal world.

Pure as ice, beautiful as a dream.

"Hiss..."

A wave of sharp inhalations came from around Su Fan. The many demonic cultivators stared at her as though bewitched, their eyes practically growing onto her.

Faced with such a stunning female cultivator, Su Fan not only refrained from looking any longer—he hurriedly buried his head deep.

Damn it, that witch really came.

Originally, he had only been guessing. Now, the evidence was ironclad.

From when he had discovered the strange changes in the ghost-face tattoo on his right arm at dawn until now, nearly half an hour had passed.

This meant that the witch could sense his presence from at least a hundred-li radius.

At that thought, Su Fan's face went pale.

He sat there tensely, cold sweat already soaking through the back of his Daoist robe.

Don't panic. Just do whatever you normally do.

Don't reveal a single clue. If I'm discovered, I'm dead for sure.

With that thought, Su Fan raised his head and pretended to be like everyone else, gazing at Gu Qinghuan with infatuated eyes.

Gu Qinghuan had long since grown accustomed to this atmosphere.

She walked down the gangplank as though no one else were there, seemingly oblivious to the greedy, infatuated gazes of the demonic cultivators.

"Ahem..."

At that moment, someone behind Gu Qinghuan gave a soft cough.

Everyone felt their heads ring with a "buzz," and instantly returned to their senses.

"A Golden Core Senior..."

Following a cry of alarm, everyone around was astonished and hurriedly lowered their heads with faces full of respect.

Only after Gu Qinghuan and that Golden Core True Person had walked far away did the many demonic cultivators dare to raise their heads.

"My heavens, that scared me to death..."

"I nearly offended a Golden Core Senior just now..."

"That Senior Sister is truly too beautiful..."

"Senior Brother, I think I've fallen in love..."

"You idiot, wake up. How could someone like you even dare dream of her..."

"She's so beautiful. What's wrong with thinking about her..."

The many demonic cultivators beside Su Fan excitedly discussed her.

Only he remained silent, sneering inwardly.

What a bunch of idiots. Beautiful, my ass! That's a witch who kills without batting an eye.

The demonic cultivators on the Bone Boat had finally all disembarked.

Su Fan rose from the ground, mixed in among the many demonic cultivators, and quietly entered the Bone Boat.

Holding the token for riding the Bone Boat, he actually managed to get an individual cabin.

The cabin was not large, only about a zhang square. It contained merely a bed and a cabinet—not even a chair.

There was a small window in the cabin, which was at least better than a cell.

If I had to stay in here for several days, I'd suffocate to death.

Although the time limit of the "Invisibility and Qi Concealment Talisman" had not yet expired, Su Fan still felt uneasy and slapped another one onto himself.

At this point, all he could do was leave it to fate.

That witch had a Golden Core Realm Old Devil accompanying her.

The demonic sects might lack many things, but they certainly did not lack all kinds of sinister and bizarre methods.

There was nothing they couldn't do—only things you couldn't imagine.

Su Fan was practically praying to every god and Buddha now, begging for the Bone Boat to hurry up and fly. Stop dragging your feet already!

"Hum..."

Finally, the enormous Bone Boat trembled.

The Bone Flying Boat began to slowly lift off the ground and depart from Shaoyang Market Town.

Su Fan leaned against the window, watching Shaoyang Market Town grow smaller and smaller. An inexplicable sorrow welled up in his heart.

He had stayed in Shaoyang Market for more than a year, and many things there were worth remembering.

After leaving this time, perhaps he would never return for the rest of his life.

At that moment, Gu Qinghuan stood at the entrance of the market with her hands behind her back, coldly gazing at the dilapidated shantytowns in the distance.

"Little thief, as long as you're still here, I refuse to believe I can't find you..."

The old man standing behind her looked at her with a gentle gaze.

Who could have imagined that a low-level Rogue Cultivator would actually leave a tiny flaw in this girl's Dao Heart?

A Heaven Spirit Root, an Extreme Yin Physique, and the Great Perfection of Qi Refining at twenty years old.

For other cultivators, Foundation Establishment was as difficult as ascending the heavens.

But for a genius, it was nothing worth mentioning.

If she hadn't deliberately suppressed herself, she might have broken through to Foundation Establishment before she even realized it.

The sect master had been right. Her cultivation advanced too quickly, and her past experiences had gone far too smoothly. Her state of mind had clearly not accumulated enough.

Encountering a hurdle now truly wasn't a bad thing for her.

Establishing her foundation a little later was nothing, but if her Dao Heart failed to become clear and unobstructed, it would certainly have a great impact on her future cultivation.

The future of the Ghost King Sect depended entirely on this girl.

Gu Qinghuan took a deep breath. Even today, she still clearly remembered that little thief's face.

She wished she could flay him and extract his soul, ensuring he would never be reborn.

She knew perfectly well that the little thief had used a secret technique or magical artifact to temporarily conceal his aura.

But she wasn't in a hurry. No matter how good a secret technique or magical artifact was, it couldn't be omnipotent. There would always be a flaw to seize upon.

As long as that little thief was still in the market, he would reveal his tracks sooner or later.

Even if she sensed the slightest trace of his aura, she could easily capture the little thief.

Gu Qinghuan had planned everything out nicely, but how could she have known that Su Fan had already boarded the Bone Boat and left Shaoyang Market?

The Bone Boat flew for more than a month before Su Fan finally felt his heart settle back into his stomach.

He had spent the entire journey anxious and terrified, unable even to sleep soundly.

After occasionally listening to the other demonic cultivators chatting these past few days, he finally learned where the Bone Boat was headed. Its destination was actually the distant Liangzhou.

Su Fan was now suffering in silence, unable to voice his bitterness. He was getting farther and farther from Ganzhou.

He had no idea whether, after breaking through to the Late Qi Refining stage, he would still be able to reach the Yuqing Sect.

There was no use thinking about so much now.

Given the current situation, whether he could return to Yongzhou in the future was already a question.

But what could Su Fan do? The witch had come after him.

If he didn't run, was he supposed to wait to be caught and have his soul extracted and refined until he wished he were dead?

Su Fan just couldn't understand it. He hadn't even done anything to her.

What kind of grudge was this? Was it really necessary?

If he had truly offended her, he would have accepted it.

Even if he had touched her once, it would have been worth dying for.

But he hadn't even touched a single hair on her body. Why wouldn't she let it go?

She was a favored daughter of heaven from a demonic sect. Why was she picking a fight with a low-level Rogue Cultivator like him?

Forget it. He absolutely couldn't provoke women again in the future.

They hold grudges way too damn well.