Save the Little Kitten

Lu Xian cursed inwardly at the other party for wasting time; look at this mess now, cornered perfectly.

Seeing all paths of retreat blocked, a flash of despair crossed Little Kitten's eyes.

But for her to surrender without a fight was clearly impossible; two soul rings rose in succession from beneath her feet, a look of desperate struggle on her face.

The pursuing assassins all wore cruel smiles. The leader stepped forward, eyeing the battered Little Kitten, and teased:

"Why bother, Miss? Wouldn't it have been better to just surrender obediently?"

Having said that, the leader's gaze swept toward Lu Xian standing to the side, his brows furrowing slightly:

"Why is there someone else here?"

"No idea, probably a traveler who just happened to run into this."

"Hmph, then finish him off quickly; consider it his bad luck."

With that, the leader stopped looking at Lu Xian, focusing all his attention back on Little Kitten.

"Yes, boss."

Watching one of the assassins walk toward him with a sinister grin, Lu Xian almost laughed out of anger.

He hadn't even intended to meddle in other people's business!

The other party had decided his life and death in just a few words; it seemed necessary to teach these people a lesson.

In fact, if Qian Renxue did not exist, Zhu Zhuqing would have been the best sixth employee.

Now that he thought about it, keeping her as a reserve for his seventh soul ring wouldn't be bad either.

"Kid, if you want to blame someone, blame your own bad luck."

"I'll be quick, so you won't feel any pain..."

Before the words even faded, the assassin who had been so arrogant a moment ago instantly turned into an ice sculpture, his face still frozen in a sinister grin, clearly having had no time to react.

This situation instantly drew the attention of everyone present, including Little Kitten.

The leader, in particular, turned his head to look at Lu Xian in disbelief.

"You're actually a Soul Master too?"

The three assassins surrounded Lu Xian in a pincer formation, simultaneously releasing their martial souls.

All three were Soul Elders, with the optimal soul ring configuration.

Zhu Zhuqing opened her mouth, ultimately deciding to warn him, after all, she was the one who had led these assassins here.

The other party was suffering a disaster through no fault of his own.

"Be careful, these people are very strong."

"Strong? How strong?"

"Seven Soul Elders and one Soul Ancestor, that's all."

"Oh, wait, the one in front of me counts as a dead man, so there are only six Soul Elders left."

Lu Xian's attitude of not taking them seriously at all left the group of assassins stunned, their expressions turning ugly as they glared at him.

"Kid, are you looking for death?"

Lu Xian's age was highly deceptive; the leader still felt the advantage was on their side.

With a light chuckle, Lu Xian slowly stepped forward to the side of the frozen Soul Elder.

He flicked his index finger lightly, and the ice sculpture instantly shattered into countless fragments, scattering across the ground.

He then looked up, surveyed the area, and said to the lead assassin:

"The environment here is quite nice; you don't have any objections to it being your graveyard, do you?"

Without waiting for the assassin to speak, Lu Xian moved instantly, a purple soul ring rising silently and lighting up.

The water molecules in the air condensed instantly, forming ice spikes that filled the sky and shrouded a hundred-meter radius.

Only then did the assassins realize the gap in strength between them.

The leader glanced at Zhu Zhuqing with an ugly expression and immediately ordered:

"Retreat, scatter and retreat!"

Watching their boss run toward the distance, the group of assassins froze for a moment before turning to flee as well.

But how could Lu Xian give them the chance to run after acting so tough?

He pressed one hand down through the air, and the sky full of ice spikes fell as if they had received an order.

Screams quickly spread throughout the forest, and the slower assassins were soon turned into hedgehogs.

The ice spikes were stained a blood-red.

The only leader who had escaped relatively quickly had no time to rejoice before he discovered a green giant python nearly five meters long lunging out from the woods in front of him.

The giant python quickly bound him like a dumpling before he could react.

Just as the leader intended to resist with all his might, Xiao Qing opened its mouth and spat out a cloud of poisonous mist, causing the surrounding vegetation to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The assassin, already struggling to breathe from the strangulation force, lost all ability to resist after inhaling a few breaths of the toxic gas.

Half a minute later, his eyes rolled back, and he ceased to breathe.

Lu Xian scanned his surroundings, clapped his hands in satisfaction, and then turned his head to look in the direction of Zhu Zhuqing.

"I say, you just now saw me and immediately took a detour, uh..."

Lu Xian, who had intended to lecture her for a few moments, discovered that the Little Kitten was lying on her side on the ground in a bizarre posture, shivering.

Several half-meter-long ice spikes were driven into the ground around her calves, waist, abdomen, and even her neck.

Her skin had already developed varying degrees of frostbite.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Lu Xian not far away with a terrified expression, and whether it was from fear or the cold, she said in a trembling voice:

"Ca... can you let me out first?"

Hearing this, Lu Xian patted his own forehead.

He had been too busy dealing with those assassins just now and had forgotten that the Little Kitten was also on the edge of the attack range.

It was fortunate that there were fewer ice spikes on her side, otherwise, she would have turned into a hedgehog by now.

Stepping forward, Lu Xian discovered that these ice spikes had pinned Zhu Zhuqing to the ground, leaving her unable to move.

And the Little Kitten's posture, with her rear end held high, was truly indecent.

He snapped his right fingers, and the ice spikes embedded in the ground shattered at the sound.

Regaining her freedom, Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly rubbed her arms, clearly unable to bear the cold.

"About that, it was an accident, an accident!"

Zhu Zhuqing rolled her eyes and used her soul power to drive the chill from her body before standing up to carefully examine her savior.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing. You're from the Zhu Family of Star Luo, right?"

"Judging by the situation, you're a contender for the position of imperial concubine of this generation?"

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her eyes, her expression appearing somewhat dejected; she was not surprised that Lu Xian could identify her identity at a glance.

The ancestral customs of Star Luo were long since no secret.

"Alright, nothing else to do, so go do whatever you were going to do. This dump is full of the smell of blood and isn't fit for living in anymore; I'm moving to a new spot."

After a brief chat, Lu Xian did not intend to say much more to his potential employee.

Only by being a good capitalist could he better exploit his workers.

Women and such would only affect his speed of advancement.

Watching Lu Xian return to pack up his tent without the slightest hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing slightly raised her hand before putting it back down.

She still had her own matters to attend to and could not waste too much time here.

The thousands of words in her throat turned into a single "thank you" before she turned and vanished into the depths of the jungle.

Saving Zhu Zhuqing was just a small interlude; having lost the mood for camping, Lu Xian took out his broom, mounted it again, and headed toward Suotuo City.

As luck would have it, Lu Xian, while in the sky, happened to spot the Little Kitten sprinting along below.

Only then did he recall that she seemed to be heading toward Suotuo City as well.

He maneuvered the broom to slowly lower his flight altitude, weaving flexibly through the dense forest.

The Little Kitten, who had been burying her head in her journey, suddenly felt a gust of wind blow over her head. She looked up and witnessed a miraculous scene.

The man who had just saved her was riding a broom, hovering relatively still above her head.

Caught off guard, the Little Kitten was startled and slammed headfirst into a giant tree in front of her.

"Ah!"

"Bang!"

Leaves drifted down one by one.

Lu Xian, who had slowly come to a stop, covered his face, unable to bear the sight.