Chapter 16: Gongsun Jing, the Bone-Scraping Blade

Before Yan Tian could even enter the room, the locator on his wrist began to beep urgently. Glancing down, he saw that among the four green dots scattered across the city on the device, one was faintly glowing red, its edges tinged with a pale crimson.

As the red glow emerged, that green dot also sped along at an astonishing pace. Judging by the map’s scale, the movement was incredibly swift.

Yan Tian immediately realized that one of the four women was on the verge of losing control. This rapid movement likely meant that the person represented by the green dot was rushing to some remote location to prevent widespread destruction.

"Damn it, this is just the first day..." Yan Tian groaned inwardly.

Like a gust of wind, he dashed into Shi Kexin’s bedroom and said, “Kexin, I have to step out for a moment. Stay home and wait, I’ll be back soon.”

Without explaining further, Yan Tian left the room through the window and lightly landed in the courtyard.

He didn’t even pause to open the gate. Utilizing the “Lingbo Weibu” lightness skill, he gently tapped the ground and sprang diagonally upward, soaring over the high courtyard walls like a great bird.

Though his speed was tremendous, his posture was graceful and ethereal, as if he were a carefree spirit not bound by earthly gravity.

Shi Kexin was startled by Yan Tian’s urgent demeanor. Seeing him leap out the window, she gasped, rushing to the window only to watch his elegant figure vanish beyond the courtyard wall.

It was the first time Yan Tian had fully unleashed his lightness skill in her presence, and witnessing him defy gravity with such fluidity, Shi Kexin’s eyes sparkled with anticipation for the martial arts she would soon learn.

For her, lightness skill was equally captivating.

Yan Tian raced across the wilderness on the outskirts.

He avoided the main roads, choosing instead the most direct straight path toward the increasingly red-tinted green dot.

The countryside was undeveloped, overgrown with wild grasses and strewn with irregular boulders.

Such terrain would prevent ordinary people from running fast, but Yan Tian was different.

With no one around for miles, only stunted trees and waist-high weeds stood, allowing Yan Tian to unleash his full strength boldly.

He didn’t run on the ground but sprinted atop the grass blades, lightly tapping the tips of withered stalks. The slight rebound from the bending grass propelled him forward like an arrow for four or five meters at a time.

From afar, Yan Tian appeared as a faint shadow gliding over the grass—truly embodying the “grass-flying” lightness technique from wuxia tales.

As he raced, he frequently checked his locator. The dot that had turned pale red grew darker in hue and moved faster, heading further into the wilderness.

Three bright green dots trailed behind at high speed, clearly pursuing the pale red dot.

These three green dots represented the other three women who had not lost control, likely equipped with similar locators like Yan Tian’s, rushing to intercept the one on the brink.

However, the pale red dot—on the edge of losing control—moved at more than twice their speed.

Only one dot on the screen matched its velocity: the white dot representing Yan Tian himself.

The pale red dot seemed to be moving toward Yan Tian, constantly adjusting its course. It appeared their locators also tracked Yan Tian’s position.

The pale red dot’s approach was deliberate: first, because the outskirts were sparsely populated, so any conflict wouldn’t endanger innocents; second, because Yan Tian’s abilities had been vouched for by Leng Bing Tong.

After five minutes of full-speed pursuit, the dot’s color deepened to dark red but had yet to reach the deep crimson of total loss of control—indicating the woman represented was not Leng Bing Tong.

Another five minutes passed, the color intensifying but still shy of full chaos.

Only one person had such a long buffer time.

Yan Tian saw her clearly.

She wore glasses, expressionless, dressed in white casual wear, floating nearly ten meters above the ground like a divine apparition. Multicolored flower petals swirled around her.

She appeared as if bathing in a sea of blossoms, her beauty striking and unforgettable under the sunset’s glow.

It was Gongsun Jing.

The moment she spotted Yan Tian, her flight faltered briefly. A fierce red light flashed in her eyes as she charged at him like a cannonball.

As she attacked, the countless petals surrounding her seemed alive, rushing toward Yan Tian like a torrential rain of blossoms.

The wind howled wildly, and the air was thick with floral fragrance.

Yan Tian did not underestimate the oncoming petals. Without understanding the capabilities of these three artificial goddesses, rash actions would be foolish.

He swiftly veered aside, the petals striking the spot where he had stood with lightning speed.

A deafening explosion followed, sending a towering plume of black smoke ten meters high. When the smoke cleared, the floral scent intensified, and a four-meter-deep, two-meter-wide crater marred the earth.

“Damn! That’s a bomb!” Yan Tian was shocked—he hadn’t expected the beautiful petals around Gongsun Jing to be such powerful explosives.

Missing her strike, Gongsun Jing’s body wavered, and the petals vanished into thin air.

Yan Tian had no time to be surprised by this strange phenomenon as Gongsun Jing lunged from the air, hands joined like blades. Even over ten meters away, she unleashed two slashing strikes.

A piercing whistle filled the air. Though invisible to the naked eye, Yan Tian sensed two forty-centimeter-long, paper-thin blade-shaped vacuum energy waves streaking toward him one after the other.

Before the blades arrived, the fierce gust tore at Yan Tian’s shoulder-length hair, whipping it backward.

This was Gongsun Jing’s uncontrollable state’s evolved skill—Vacuum Blade.

She created high-speed vacuums with her bare hands; the fierce airflow rushing to fill these vacuums shredded an opponent’s body. Invisible and unstoppable, the vacuum blades were lethal and impenetrable.

But if they missed, they destroyed nothing.

Invincible and unstoppable—only speed could overcome them.

Before the vacuum blades could strike, Yan Tian slid sideways with a swift step, his feet gliding as if equipped with wheels, narrowly evading the blades that skimmed past his body. Though he avoided the blades themselves, the swirling wind pressure tore the fabric of his clothes on his left ribs and shoulder, scattering fragments into the air.

Fortunately, Yan Tian’s protective energy shield enveloped his body. Without it, the wind pressure would have torn flesh from his left side despite dodging the blades.

The missed vacuum blades embedded themselves into a half-human-height boulder behind Yan Tian, cracking it into fist-sized fragments that scattered wildly.