Fairy, don't let your golden finger chase after me!

Chapter 48: Maid Xiao Bai's Ten Thousand Withdrawals!

The instant Dong Changfa's nascent soul shattered, in a secret room of the Dong family in the Western Wilderness, the soul tablet engraved with Dong Changfa's name shattered.

Almost at the same moment the soul tablet shattered, deep within the forbidden area of ​​the Dong family's back mountain, a withered old man with white hair and beard suddenly opened his sunken eyes, which were like peach pits, and roared like a wild beast.

"Who is it! Who could it be...?"

"How dare you kill a retainer of my Dong family! How dare you!"

"Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! Whoever... dares to touch the Dong family's offerings, I will make them pay a hundredfold!"

The white-haired old man's roar exploded like thunder, echoing continuously in the sky above Jin Yuan City, where the Dong family was located, the sound reverberating like a mournful echo in an empty valley.

In the backyard training ground, Dong Yueying, who was practicing her sword halfway through, stopped her movements, raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, and looked in the direction from which the ancestor's angry roar came. A strange look flashed in her rose-red eyes.

After a brief silence, she slowly raised her head and subconsciously looked in the direction of the Void City.

"Dong Mo..."

Dong Yueying whispered her brother's name. Her intuition told her that this incident was likely related to her brother who had run away from home.

.........

Just as the Dong family patriarch ordered an investigation into the true culprit who killed Dong Changfa.

Zhao Xier and Zhou Cai, unaware of Dong Changfa's death, were still worried about how to find Dong Mo.

Zhou Cai spoke first, asking Zhao Xier a question.

"Xi'er, Old Man Gong has been ejected, and Chang Fa has disappeared again. What should we do next? Should we continue waiting for them?"

"Hmph... No need to wait for them! The young master won't give us time to wait. Let's hurry up and keep searching."

Seeing Zhao Xier's resolute attitude, Zhou Cai scratched the back of his head and asked with a puzzled look.

"But the three of us only caught fake bodies. Where did the young master go? And... this Heming Mountain isn't that big, but it's not that small either."

"If Young Master Dong Mo is determined to hide, we can't really dig three feet into the ground, can we?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xier did not answer immediately.

Instead, he was rapidly recalling every scene since entering Heming Mountain in his mind.

Zhao Xier originally thought that the Dong Mo who rode the spirit boat was the real Dong Mo, and that the Dong Mo she had been chasing earlier who rode a sword was Xiao Bai in disguise.

But the Dong Mo on the spirit boat now is a fake body, so doesn't that mean that the Dong Mo who was riding the Purple Nether Sword before was the real Dong Mo?

Zhao Xier's pupils suddenly contracted, and she exclaimed to Zhou Cai as if she had just realized something.

"Zhou Cai, I know where the young master is!"

"Huh? Where?" Zhou Cai stared at her in a daze.

"Don't ask so many questions, just come with me!"

After saying that, Zhao Xier transformed into a streak of light and sped off toward the direction where she had previously been chasing Dong Mo, the one who wielded the Purple Nether Sword and whom she mistook for Xiao Bai.

Zhou Cai was stunned for a moment, then transformed into a streak of light and followed closely behind Zhao Xier.

Two streaks of light traveled at high speed through the dense forests of Heming Mountain, one after the other.

Zhao Xier's gaze was fixed on the forest ahead, her mind replaying the previous scenes.

Although the sword-wielding "Dong Mo" had already escaped to a great distance.

However, given Zhao Xier and Zhou Cai's speed, this distance was nothing at all. Before long, the two, who were constantly moving through the forest, saw a figure riding a purple spirit sword appear at the edge of their field of vision.

The figure stood there quietly, as if deliberately waiting for them.

Upon spotting Zhao Xier and Zhou Cai, Dong Mo, who was riding his sword, suddenly accelerated and sped off in the northwest direction.

"You little rascal, you've got a big heart!"

Zhao Xier gritted her teeth and cursed, but the flying sword beneath her feet increased its speed by a third: "Hmph... Do you think your little schemes are flawless, that you've outmaneuvered all of us elders?"

The "Dong Mo" ahead did not reply, continuing to run wildly on the Purple Nether Sword. The sword light weaved through the dense forest, as agile as a startled fish, each turn perfectly utilizing the terrain to avoid Zhao Xier's probing sword energy from afar.

Zhao Xier snorted coldly and gestured to Zhou Cai.

"Zhou Cai, you on the left, I on the right, attack him from both sides!"

"Hahaha...Yes, sir!"

Zhou Cai laughed loudly, stomped his feet hard, and a visible shockwave exploded beneath his feet. His burly body propelled him forward, rushing like a cannonball to the side of the figure riding a sword.

Then, Zhou Cai clenched his right fist and unleashed a powerful punch from dozens of feet away at the figure. The fist's energy, carrying a crushing force, slammed heavily into "Dong Mo's" back.

Seeing this, Dong Mo spun his sword and then flipped in mid-air, narrowly missing the edge of the fist's energy.

The strong wind tore the fabric of "Dong Mo's" clothes at the shoulder, but failed to harm his skin or flesh in the slightest.

However, in the instant he dodged Zhou Cai's fist attack, Zhao Xi'er had already closed in to within thirty feet.

Zhao Xier spread her right hand outstretched, and crimson sword energy rapidly condensed between her fingers, transforming into thousands of fine, hair-like sword energy threads that converged towards the location of "Dong Mo".

"The Burial of Flowers Sword Technique - A Hundred Turns and a Thousand Twists!"

Zhao Xier gave a sharp rebuke, her five fingers suddenly tightening.

Then, thousands of sword energies, like silken threads, wove together in mid-air to form a giant crimson bud, enveloping Dong Mo's figure layer by layer.

However, Dong Mo, trapped in the cage of sword threads, did not panic at all.

With a light step, Dong Mo placed the Purple Nether Sword in his palm. Holding the sword with both hands, the tip pointed directly at the ground, his body as still as a mountain.

Faced with the sword threads converging from all directions, "Dong Mo" simply waved his spirit sword lightly.

The surrounding red sword threads seemed to be gently parted by an invisible hand, all of them shifting their direction.

Following those chaotic red sword threads, like a disordered musical movement, they constantly entangled and neutralized each other.

Finally, the crimson sword cocoon began to disintegrate from the inside out, turning into countless fragments of red light.

Seeing this, Zhao Xier couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

As a Nascent Soul sword cultivator, Zhao Xier could see it all clearly.

The move that "Dong Mo" just used was clearly borrowing her sword energy to counter her own, causing her sword moves to contradict each other and collapse.

Looking at "Dong Mo", Zhao Xier was genuinely happy for Dong Mo's progress in swordsmanship!

As Zhao Xier's "Hundred Turns and Thousand Twists" was broken, the aftershocks of the sword energy instantly surged outwards, and then those fierce sword energies even tore apart "Dong Mo's" body.

Surprisingly, however, no blood flowed from Dong Mo's body, which was cut by the sword energy.

Then, Dong Mo's slashed body peeled away piece by piece like broken porcelain, revealing his true face hidden beneath the surface disguise.

Her plain white dress had more than a dozen fine tears cut into the hem by the sword energy, and her bright eyes held a hint of tension.

It's Xiao Bai. That's the maid Xiao Bai disguised as Dong Mo's sword aura! Not Dong Mo!

Zhao Xier's face immediately darkened.

"Xiao Bai! It was you!"

"Zhou Cai! Quickly help me capture this little slut! She definitely knows where Mo'er is!"

Zhou Cai snapped out of his daze, the smile on his face vanishing, replaced by a serious expression.

He then stomped his feet in mid-air and, together with Zhao Xier, launched a pincer attack on Xiao Bai.

Zhao Xier's crimson sword energy condensed again between her five fingers, while Zhou Cai's fists glowed with an earthy yellow spiritual light that pressed down like a mountain.

Xiao Bai bit his lower lip, a resolute glint in his eyes.

She then stopped suppressing her cultivation, and the spiritual power of the early Golden Core stage surged out of her body instantly!

Then, she was forcibly ejected from Heming Mountain by the rules of Heming Mountain.

Zhou Cai and Zhao Xier's attacks both missed their targets.

Zhao Xier stared intently in the direction where Xiao Bai had disappeared, her two fair fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

At this moment, she wanted to chase after him, but there was nowhere to do so.

The teleportation point for throwing people in Heming Mountain is random, unless one's cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage, allowing them to lock onto the opponent's spiritual energy fluctuations and track them the moment they are ejected.

Otherwise, once they leave and face the vast Western Wilderness, searching for a Golden Core cultivator like Xiao Bai would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Zhao Xier clutched her chest, feeling her blood surging, and finally could only grit her teeth and curse under her breath.

"Damn it! What a brilliant scheme..."