Chen Ping's Sword

Chapter 387: Chapter 84: Fragrant Grass of Xianggu, Golden Eagle of the Great Desert (3)

Han Xiaoru, with a flushed little face, slipped dejectedly into the woods. After quite a while, she finally came out, awkwardly having changed into a new set of clothes.

At this moment, Miss Han’s stature was clearly a size smaller. Although she still exuded a commanding presence, one could reasonably say she was a delicate woman from the Jiangnan Water Village.

However, it was still clear she was much taller than the average woman.

The outfit she wore accentuated her alluring figure like a devil. Chen Ping couldn’t help comparing her to international models from his previous life.

One could only say that Miss Han’s figure in this era wasn’t exactly favored.

It was too captivating, making people’s eyes feel like they’re set ablaze.

She was also too tall, so tall she didn’t quite resemble a woman.

Her appearance was somewhat contrary to current aesthetic standards.

Indeed, after Han Xiaoru changed her attire, she herself felt uncomfortable and awkward, twisting her neck, clenching her legs, holding her hands together, and cradling a box, she walked in small steps towards Chen Ping.

She was afraid that if she moved too much, she’d tear the gown, which would be too unbearable.

"We haven’t even met any outsiders yet, just walk freely. You’re wearing your armor underneath; don’t worry if it rips."

Chen Ping couldn’t help but laugh.

It was his first time seeing this senior sister so coy and theatrical, and he found it quite refreshing.

Hearing his words, Han Xiaoru rolled her eyes but couldn’t do anything about it, holding the box and staying silent.

Naturally, the box contained her broadsword.

It wasn’t any divine weapon, just the weapon she was accustomed to. Switching weapons would make it somewhat unwieldy.

She originally pursued a path of strength and imposing moves, fighting like a mad tiger with overwhelming momentum. To wield a slender sword and perform delicate sword techniques would likely weaken her strength by two or three grades.

Therefore, she found a box to put the sword in, disguising it as a guitar case.

It rather looked the part.

Han Wushang and Sunx Yun, however, didn’t have many considerations. They merely changed clothes to pose as an old servant and a guard, withholding their sharpness, making it hard for anyone to spot anything amiss.

"According to Little Cyan’s reconnaissance, daily, some trade caravans travel between Wangcheng County and Xianggu County. Xianggu County boasts exotic grasses with enduring fragrances beneficial to human health. Adding them to the brew of wine enhances the aroma.

Hence, wines produced in this city sell very well, gaining favor with various cities and counties in the Southern Territory... We will blend into a caravan posing as a traveling young master and lady, avoiding unnecessary attention."

Han Xiaoru normally acts rather carefree, but she inherited some of her father’s traits, blending rough with refined, exhibiting playful cleverness at times.

Speaking now, she was organized and articulate.

Moreover, she was the one who devised the plan to infiltrate Xianggu County.

"Hey, where’s Little Cyan?"

Since Chen Ping joined the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, Han Xiaoru often mingled with the Little Cyan Bird, feeding it occasionally, showing more concern for the little bird than Chen Ping, its owner.

Having not seen Little Cyan Bird for a while, she started to feel worried.

"Not good."

Han Xiaoru looked up, spotting at a distance, a streak of cyan light and a streak of golden light swirling in the sky like lightning, faintly accompanied by a sharp screech.

Suddenly, that faint cyan light plunged like an arrow into the wilderness plains, skimming past travelers on the road, flying rapidly close to the ground...

It seemed it was urged to escape by changing its flight pattern.

The large trade caravan had numerous horses and carts, obviously loaded with many goods, making the team quite large. Little Cyan Bird slipped into the crowd, disappearing from view in a flash.

The golden giant bird trailing closely behind whipped up a storm, with its sharp screech piercing eardrums.

As it descended like lightning, dozens of people in the caravan shouted in unison, raising their swords and guns; some even brandished crossbows, firing and aiming.

Understandably, when the golden bird dove down, with a wingspan of three to four meters and extremely sharp talons, it generated strong gusts of wind, appearing fiercely aggressive.

Faced with such a predatory bird, the caravan dared not be negligent, attacking first.

Unexpectedly, when the arrows hit the bird’s body, they exploded into powder with a "bang, bang" sound.

The golden light accelerated, streaking past.

Along the way, over a dozen martial artists unable to dodge were all sliced into two by the wings. The whole caravan was assaulted by the powerful winds, overturning carts and frightening horses away, leaving the remaining people terrified, crying out for help, hastily ducking.

"What a formidable predatory bird, that’s a Golden Eagle, isn’t it?"

Chen Ping could see more clearly.

His acute senses allowed him to see the indifference and bloodlust in the golden giant bird’s eyes—alongside a hint of mockery.

Yes, it was mockery.

This bird actually possessed intelligence.

"Indeed, it’s the Golden Eagle. Little Cyan can’t beat it; it’s in danger."

Watching the Golden Eagle grab two people, fly skyward, and then drop them, leaving them half-dead, before whipping up another storm like a cat playing with a mouse, chasing Little Cyan Bird again, Han Xiaoru got anxious.

"Don’t worry, Little Cyan isn’t in danger. It’s telling me this Golden Eagle is an enemy and very vigilant; it’s best to eliminate it."

Doesn’t Chen Ping know how clever Little Cyan Bird is?

Day-to-day, Chen Ping basically doesn’t treat it as a mere bird, but as a human.

After all, this little creature can scout information, even classifying and summarizing, judging strengths and weaknesses, above an average scout.

Moreover, despite its embarrassed retreat, the little fellow has a trump card yet unused.

Once it transforms into the Cyan Simurgh form, it might swallow the Golden Eagle in one gulp.