Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 517 - 515: Lovestruck

"Captain Liu, don’t worry. Even if we really do encounter a disciple of the Demon Sect, I am more than capable of dealing with them," Lu Qing said to Liu Haichuan with a confident smile.

He was looking for an opportunity to demonstrate his strength and attract attention, so he wouldn’t miss the chance right in front of him.

"That’s not acceptable. We must guarantee the safety of the Young Miss..." Liu Haichuan shook his head, slightly furrowing his brows. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t have had so many concerns. However, Liu Xin was also part of the trade caravan this time, so there couldn’t be any slips.

"Uncle Liu, listen to Brother Lu Qing. With Brother Lu Qing here, nothing will happen to me." Liu Xin stepped forward, her bright eyes, filled with a peculiar shine, stared at Lu Qing.

Such ignorance knows no fear... Luo Feng thought, looking at Liu Xin and shaking his head.

Liu Haichuan, helpless, could only nod and say, "Alright, then. Let’s continue. Everyone be careful and be ready for battle at any time."

"Yes!" The nearby guards nodded, returned to their positions, and prepared to start their journey.

"Miss, it’s too dangerous outside. You should go inside the carriage," Liu Haichuan said, turning to Liu Xin.

The green-skirted girl shook her head, her beautiful eyes looking at Lu Qing. She smiled and said, "Uncle Liu, you don’t need to worry. With Brother Lu Qing here, no one can hurt me."

A hint of satisfaction flashed across Lu Qing’s eyes. He laughed and said, "Captain Liu, rest assured, I won’t let anyone lay a finger on Miss Liu Xin."

Liu Haichuan frowned slightly, then nodded and said, "Then I’ll have to trouble you."

Even though he felt disgruntled towards Lu Qing, he knew deep down that Lu Qing, with his cultivation at the first level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, was the strongest in the trade caravan. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Liu Haichuan returned to the side of the carriage, and the entire caravan continued towards Wutie Town.

Luo Feng also headed for his carriage. If Xue Jiuyou is injured, this will be a perfect opportunity to kill him, he thought, resolving to seize the opportunity when the time came.

He hadn’t walked far when the green-skirted girl’s laughter rang out from nearby. "Feng Luo, why aren’t you leaving? If you wait until we run into a Demon Sect disciple, it will be too late for you to escape..."

Luo Feng glanced back at her and shook his head, saying with a light laugh, "We’ll see who runs away when the time comes."

After saying this, Luo Feng ceased looking at the two and strolled toward his carriage.

"Hmph, isn’t he just at the ninth level of the Heavenly Court Realm? What’s he acting so important for?!" the green-skirted girl exclaimed, stamping her small foot. She then turned to Lu Qing and said, "Brother Lu Qing, let’s go."

"Alright." Lu Qing nodded, and the two rode their horses to the front of the caravan.

Luo Feng returned to his carriage. Just as he sat down, Liu Haichuan rode over, an apologetic smile on his face, saying, "Feng Luo, my young lady has been spoiled since childhood, but she’s not a bad person. Please don’t take her words to heart."

Luo Feng shook his head. Given his current temperament, he naturally wouldn’t lower himself to the level of such a naive girl.

"Ah, that Lu Qing is arrogant and pompous, insisting on hunting down the Demon Sect disciples. I don’t know if this decision is right or not; I hope no complications arise." Liu Haichuan glanced back at the mountain of corpses in the wilderness, shaking his head and letting out a sigh.

Luo Feng smiled and said, "Uncle Liu, don’t worry. These people have been dead for a few days. We may not necessarily run into any Blood Demon Sect disciples."

"Let’s hope so." Liu Haichuan nodded, giving Luo Feng a once-over, and said with a laugh, "I wonder what my young lady sees in that Lu Qing. In my eyes, you’re much better than him."

Luo Feng was taken aback and shook his head. "But Lu Qing is a master of the first level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm."

Luo Feng had concealed his aura. At present, he appeared to be merely a Martial Artist who had just stepped into the ninth level of the Heavenly Court Realm, his cultivation far inferior to Lu Qing’s.

Liu Haichuan disagreed. "A Martial Artist’s achievements cannot be judged solely by their cultivation level; character is more crucial in determining one’s future. Even though Lu Qing has a higher cultivation than you, he is narrow-minded and conceited, far inferior to you in that regard. In the future, your achievements will definitely surpass his."

Luo Feng scratched his nose, noncommittal. He did wholeheartedly agree with those words, though.

The caravan meandered through the wilderness. They hadn’t gone far when the situation Liu Haichuan had worried about occurred.

More bodies appeared in a clearing. This time, there were only six.

The six corpses were arranged in a circle, each with a bloody gash on their neck. Their bodies were drained of blood, a very eerie sight.

Liu Haichuan rode his horse over to the bodies. Looking at the six corpses on the ground, he paused for a moment, then his thick brows furrowed as he exclaimed, "Elder Xiao Gang! It’s actually them!"

Luo Feng had just walked over, and hearing Liu Haichuan’s words, he couldn’t help asking, "Uncle Liu, do you know them?"

Liu Haichuan nodded, his face grim as he said, "They belong to the Xiao Family of Flow Wind City. I heard they were escorting the Young Master of the Xiao Family to Sky Mountain to participate in the Golden Palace examination. I didn’t expect them to die here."

His gaze landed on the corpse of a middle-aged Martial Artist on the far left. Liu Haichuan commented, "Look at this man. He’s Xiao Gang, an elder of the Xiao Family. He was at the peak of the ninth level of the Heavenly Court Realm, even stronger than I am."

Luo Feng nodded, looking at the bodies. "They’ve likely been dead for less than a day," he observed.

"How disgusting..." Nearby, the green-skirted girl looked at the gruesome state of the dead, a flicker of fear in her eyes. She involuntarily took two steps closer to Lu Qing.

"Well, in that case, let’s set off at once. The killers can’t have gone far," Lu Qing said with a smile.

"Okay." Seemingly not wanting Lu Qing to see her fear, the green-skirted girl forced a smile and nodded.

This girl is truly lovesick... Luo Feng thought, shaking his head lightly as he observed her, clearly terrified yet still trying to act calm.

「Under the blazing sun」

In the wilderness, everyone walked silently. Their vigilant eyes continually scanned the surroundings, hands clutching their weapons tightly, alert to any rustle of grass or stirring of wind.

After learning that Blood Demon Sect disciples were active in the area, everyone was on edge, ready to fight at any moment.

"AH!"

A sudden scream shattered the silence. A guard, eyes wide with terror fixed on the bushes to his left, shrieked loudly, his face turning pale as he collapsed to the ground.

CLANG! CLANG!

The caravan immediately halted. Everyone drew their weapons, nervously scanning their surroundings, on high alert.

"What happened?" Liu Haichuan leaped from his horse, his figure flashing to appear beside the fallen guard.

"There... there’s something there..." The trembling guard pointed towards the bushes on the left.

Luo Feng glanced at the bushes, then shook his head with a smile.

Liu Haichuan’s face darkened slightly. He drew his sword and swung it forcefully.

SWISH!

A thick stream of Sword Qi erupted, instantly crossing tens of meters and slicing the bushes in half.

AWOO...

A mournful wail sounded as a gray figure dashed out from the bushes, fleeing awkwardly into the distance.

"Still trying to escape?" Riding his horse, Lu Qing sneered. Pressing his palm against the horse’s back, his figure shot forward in pursuit, unleashing a palm strike mid-air towards the gray shadow.

BOOM!

With a deafening roar, the gray shadow was sent flying and caught by Lu Qing.

WHOOSH!

Lu Qing’s figure somersaulted in mid-air, returning to his horse. He tossed the gray shadow in front of the fallen guard. It was a Grey Shadow Wolf.

Patting his hands together, Lu Qing looked at the guard on the ground and sneered, "A mere Rank Three Demon Beast, a Grey Shadow Wolf, scared you like this? You’re a disgrace to the Liu Family..."

The guard on the ground, helped up by others, turned crimson-faced at Lu Qing’s words.

The faces of the other Liu Family guards turned sour. If Lu Qing hadn’t insisted on taking this route, they wouldn’t be on edge like this.

"Alright, it’s nothing. Let’s keep moving," Liu Haichuan said, reassuring the startled guard and ordering the caravan to continue.

"Hmph, Lu Qing is so arrogant. Just because he has some strength, he’s so contemptuous of others!"

"Exactly! I don’t know why the Young Miss likes such a pretty boy."

"That Feng Luo is a student of the Four Great Academies of the Flowing Cloud Region, and he doesn’t act arrogantly at all, unlike Lu Qing."

"I really wish someone would teach this guy a lesson and see if he’d still be so conceited!"

The caravan guards were extremely dissatisfied with Lu Qing’s earlier words and grumbled in low voices.

Luo Feng closed his eyes, leaning against the carriage wall, pretending not to hear their discussions.

The caravan continued to move forward. Along the way, they encountered a few more Demon Beast ambushes, but these were all low-rank Demon Beasts and were easily dispatched. No real danger surfaced.

They would reach Wutie Town by afternoon. As time passed, the group’s tense mood began to relax.

Luo Feng sat in the carriage, recalling various Martial Arts techniques in his mind.

Although this method of training had limited effect on increasing his cultivation, it was an indispensable process for comprehending Martial Arts.

"Hm?" Suddenly, Luo Feng opened his eyes. His sharp gaze shot forward as his Soul Power simultaneously radiated outwards.

In an instant, various scenes flooded his mind, forming a three-dimensional world.

Several figures were engaged in a fierce battle in a clearing a great distance away.

Five Martial Artists were besieging one person. Near the clearing lay the corpses of more than ten Martial Artists, their blood pooling on the ground.

Xue Jiuyou! Recognizing the besieged individual, Luo Feng’s eyes narrowed. This person, dressed in a blood-red robe with gold trim, was none other than Xue Jiuyou, who had been injured by Shui Linglong and had escaped.

"There’s fighting up ahead!"

The sounds of their battle were very loud. After a moment, Liu Haichuan and the others also noticed the commotion from the intense fight, and the caravan halted.

"Ah! Help! Quickly, save me..."

In a short time, three of the five Martial Artists attacking Xue Jiuyou had been killed. Sensing the approaching caravan, one of the two remaining, a middle-aged Martial Artist, suddenly began to wail and shriek, flying towards them to seek help.

SPLURT!

Blood splattered as Xue Jiuyou killed the other Martial Artist with a single claw strike.

"No need to run. None of you will leave here alive today..." Glancing at the fleeing middle-aged Martial Artist, Xue Jiuyou let out a sinister laugh and stepped forward.

His pace wasn’t fast, yet his speed was incredibly so. His figure left a bloody streak in the air as he silently appeared behind the fleeing middle-aged Martial Artist.

VRUM!

With a palm strike, the middle-aged Martial Artist’s body stiffened. The next moment, blood flowed from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. He opened his mouth, then pitched forward and fell to the ground, dead.

HISS...

Witnessing this, the nearby guards couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath of cold air.

Judging by his speed, that middle-aged Martial Artist must have been at the ninth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, yet he was killed so easily! they thought.

"My luck isn’t bad today. I didn’t expect people to deliver themselves right to my doorstep," Xue Jiuyou said, having killed the middle-aged Martial Artist and casually tossing the corpse aside. He turned to look at the caravan, his face twisted into a ferocious expression.

When his gaze fell upon Lu Qing, his pupils blazed with a bloody light. He licked his lips, laughed and said, "Tsk tsk, a Martial Artist at the first level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Not bad! Not bad at all! Your blood is mine!"