Today Is an Inauspicious Day for Killing

The night was bright and the stars were few. A bright moon hung in the sky. Under the cover of darkness, Bai Qiuran's figure, like a ghost, swept across the plain.

The City where Zhao Ruize was located was originally the front-line Command Post, and it was not far from the towns that had been occupied and controlled by the Monster Race, about a hundred miles away. For Cultivators, it was right under their noses. Not to mention Bai Qiuran, even a random Cultivators in the Golden Core Stage or Nascent Soul Stage Sword Flight in just a few minutes.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Qiuran had already run to one of the towns controlled by the Monster Race. The Monster Race guarding the gate only felt a slight breeze.

He bypassed the city's garrison and hid in an alleyway at a street corner.

In fact, Bai Qiuran disliked this kind of stealth and spying. First of all, the invisibility technique can only be used by those at the Foundation Establishment Foundation Establishment Stage or above, and its attributes are mixed. Due to his cultivation level, he cannot use it now.

Therefore, to evade the enemy's eyes and ears, one must rely on speed that exceeds the limits of dynamic vision, as well as exquisite Footwork that allows one to step into the enemy's blind spots.

Going too fast will leave afterimages, and poor Footwork will leave openings. To be honest, this kind of physical stealth is much more tiring than casting an invisibility spell, and it will leave traces and risk being exposed.

If Bai Qiuran's whereabouts were exposed to the Monster Race, he would have no choice but to use the forbidden technique of the stealth school, the legendary Berserker Infiltration Method. However, Bai Qiuran did not intend to kill anyone this time, and he did not want to take action unless absolutely necessary.

Standing in the alley, Bai Qiuran his Spiritual Sense and quickly figured out the distribution of the Monster Race throughout the city. Then he climbed over the wall and jumped onto the roof.

Because he was going to infiltrate, he specially changed into all black clothes this time, and he also wrapped his long, conspicuous white hair with a black headscarf. As long as he used his Footwork to cut off blind spots, it shouldn't be difficult to avoid the Monster Race's sight.

Standing on the rooftop, Bai Qiuran began to observe the situation in the City.

The City is still mostly Human Race, but there are also a small number of Monster Race mixed in. They are probably Monster Race merchants who have come here to do business.

Distinguishing between Monster Race and Human Race is actually quite simple. Due to the common belief among their races, Monster Race have always had a mysterious sense of superiority over Human Race. They believe that their race is more gifted than humans, so even after they transform into Shapeshift, they still retain some of their pre -Shapeshift characteristics.

For example, Bai Qiuran and his companions encountered White Fox King Princess Bai Ling and her maid in Dingguo. They had previously mingled among Human Race, maintaining their human forms to avoid detection. However, once they escaped, even when they Shapeshift, their fox ears and tails were still visible.

This sense of racial superiority was somewhat tempered more than a thousand years ago when Bai Qiuran utterly defeated the Demon Emperor, but the Monster Race still couldn't shake the habit of retaining their own characteristics when they were out in the world. When walking on the street, those with horns, tails, or scales were Monster Race, while those without were pure-blooded humans.

Bai Qiuran that, just as Zhao Ruize had said, the Human Race in the City were still alive and well. Judging from their expressions, apart from some fear of the Monster Race, they had not been mistreated or bullied.

Even the soldiers walking on the streets were all very cautious, as if they were afraid of being targeted by someone while they were bullying Human Race.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

Bai Qiuran puzzled.

He walked along the rooftops and, after turning two streets, saw a Monster Race with bull horns collide with a little girl carrying a basket on her back, knocking her to the ground.

The horned Monster Race seemed to have inherited their race's eccentricities; upon seeing this little girl, they blushed and wanted to lash out.

The Monster Race who can Shapeshift to this level are at least at the Foundation Establishment stage. If he were to attack, that frail little girl would definitely not be able to withstand it. Seeing this, Bai Qiuran had already formed his Sword Finger, and the Sword Light at his fingertips began to flicker erratically.

Just then, a Monster Race wearing Monster Race officer's armor and with a tiger tail, who was patrolling nearby, suddenly rushed over and slapped the bull-horned Monster Race on the head, knocking him to the ground.

"Fool!"

The tiger-tailed Monster Race roared in a muffled voice, "Have you forgotten the Demon King's orders? You must not harm people indiscriminately, much less kill! If you ruin the Demon King's plans, even your head won't be enough to atone for it!"

The bull-horned Monster Race got up from the ground, and its bloodshot eyes immediately drooped when it saw the tiger-tailed Monster Race. It bowed and apologized profusely.

Seeing his humble attitude, the tiger-tailed Monster Race's expression softened slightly. He walked to the little girl's side and, seeing her fearful look, helped her pick up all the herbs that had fallen out of her basket, and then smiled and comforted her with a few words.

Bai Qiuran bet that this was the most amiable smile he had ever seen on a tiger demon's face in his entire life.

Seeing the tiger demon help the little girl up and send her away like a concerned neighborhood auntie, the horned Monster Race was probably a bit disillusioned. He couldn't help but ask, "Sir, is that so-called Human Race Sword Ancestor really that terrifying?"

"My clan was one of the most powerful families in the Western Demon Realm back then. He slaughtered them all, leaving only my father, the youngest son. Isn't that terrifying?"

Facing the bull-horned Monster Race, the tiger demon was far less polite, shouting and cursing, "Let me make this clear: keep your eyes peeled when you walk! The Human Race Sword Ancestor hates nothing more than seeing other races slaughter their own kind. The former Crown Prince was killed by him when he fled back to the Demon Realm because of this very act. Do you think you're more powerful than the Crown Prince, or more powerful than His Majesty?"

The horned Monster Race remained silent, too afraid to utter a sound.

"Let me tell you, the Human Race's Sword Ancestor is elusive; even the Great King finds it difficult to track him down."

At this moment, the tiger demon peeked around again, rubbing its arm as if it really felt the chill.

"He might be standing nearby right now, watching us. If you had made your move just now, you might have been killed in the next second!"

The bull-horned Monster Race shuddered at his words, hugged his arms tightly, and whispered, "Sir, what you're saying sounds like something out of a ghost story."

"You think he's not a ghost?"

The tiger demon looked around and whispered, "He's just a Ghost. I've heard he's lived for over three thousand years; he's a Ghost that looms over our Monster Race!"

The bull demon turned pale with fright. Perhaps sensing the camaraderie among fellow members of the same race beneath the Sword Ancestor, the tiger demon didn't make things too difficult for him. After scolding him a couple of times, it let him go.

Bai Qiuran pointed at the tiger demon who had spoken ill of him with his Sword Finger, then thought for a moment before lowering his hand and dispersing the Sword Qi from his fingertips.

"Huh, the vengeful Abbot Bai didn't hit anyone today?"

Wisdom Immortal was wearing a belt around her waist, jokingly remarked.

Bai Qiuran patted his skull and shook his head, saying, "Today is not a good day to kill."