Published: September 5, 2025
Chapter 664: Six-Winged Frost Centipede
Although Han Yunzhi felt a bit of regret about her earlier decision, she now knew that dwelling on it was pointless.
She retracted the Jade Disk in her hand, took a deep breath, and parted her apricot lips slightly. A crystal-clear, round light orb shot out from her mouth.
The orb spun once in front of Han Yunzhi’s face before dropping onto the head of the large bird beneath her, sticking firmly to its bird’s head without moving.
She then formed hand seals with both hands, her expression serious as she pointed at the orb. The orb emitted a dazzling light, while the spiritual bird raised its neck and let out a long cry. With a beat of its wings, it carved a white streak through the air, speeding up from its original position. Its speed increased by nearly half.
However, judging by the fact that Han Yunzhi had not yet withdrawn her hand seals and looked somewhat pale, it was clear this secret art was a cultivation technique that consumed a great deal of vital energy.
But now that her life was in danger, she naturally had no time to worry about such things.
Not long after she began to perform the secret art, thunder suddenly rumbled from behind her. Han Yunzhi’s face showed a flicker of alarm—her pursuers had finally caught up.
But with this speed being the fastest secret art she could perform, all she could do was hastily cast a protective shield over herself. There was no other way to increase her speed.
After all, Han Yunzhi had chosen cultivation techniques that were easy for foundation formation, so she had no powerful magical abilities.
Following two rolling peals of thunder, a silver arc flashed past her side. About ten yards ahead, a figure with wings on its back appeared.
Azure light flickered, obscuring the figure’s face. Without a word, the figure raised a hand slightly, and several dazzling azure rainbows suddenly appeared.
Han Yunzhi’s face turned hopeless as she was about to close her eyes and await death.
“Ah! It’s you.” The figure glanced at Han Yunzhi’s delicate face and let out a surprised, soft “ah,” then waved one hand, making the azure glow vanish.
Han Yunzhi was puzzled. As she was about to focus and get a better look, the figure was suddenly surrounded by crackling electricity and thunder, disappearing from the spot in an instant.
Han Yunzhi was stunned.
But in that brief pause, the thunderclap sounded again behind her.
Her heart sank as she hurriedly tried to look back—but with a soft “puchi,” her protective shield shattered. A thin golden arc shot toward her.
Han Yunzhi immediately felt a numbness spread through her body, and she involuntarily fell off the spiritual bird. At the same time, she faintly sensed someone embracing her from the front. The scent of a man’s breath wafted over her. Embarrassed and angry, she fainted.
Han Li looked down at the woman in his arms with a bitter smile, clearly helpless.
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Unknown how much time had passed, Han Yunzhi slowly woke up. Upon opening her eyes, she saw a clear blue sky without clouds.
Startled, she hurriedly sat up, realizing she was on a small unnamed hill.
Not far away, the large white bird lay obediently on the ground, seemingly unconscious.
Han Yunzhi rushed over to check and was relieved to find the bird only bound by a simple sealing formation, which she quickly dispelled.
Only then did she feel assured enough to awaken the spiritual bird. She mounted it and soared into the sky, scanning her surroundings.
They were still near the place where she had been captured, hardly moved far.
Judging by the time, not much had passed.
Han Yunzhi showed a confused expression. After a long moment, she suddenly recalled something terrible. Nervously, she checked her clothes and body.
Everything was normal. She hadn’t been harmed.
Even her storage pouch and the exotic treasures in her bosom were intact—untouched.
At this, Han Yunzhi was truly stunned.
Not only had the other party not killed her, they hadn’t harmed her in the slightest. What was going on?