The girl began rambling again:
She cleared her throat, looking shyly at the Raksha. She saw the latter staring at her intently, and she suddenly felt tiny sparks of joy inside her. She straightened her back, and her tone became more serious.
Sushang felt a bit guilty being so boastful,
but seeing as the Raksha was listening to her carefully with no other comments, the girl’s mood improved drastically. She believed the golden-haired stranger was an exceptional person to chat with.
The girl said with excitement, her eyes shining. [\s]
Although she seemed way too eccentric and all over the place, the Raksha enjoyed listening to her.
The Raksha’s question seemed to come at just the right moment, even if his Shenzhounese wasn’t the most accurate, but Sushang didn’t mind.
He answered, but Sushang mistook it for his desire for her to continue the conversation, so she became excited.
She forgot that she was still cuffed, so her attempt to separate her arms only hurt her.
The [Ki Suppressant Pill] that the Golden Sand Gang had given her was quite the poison indeed. She could feel the Ki in her lower Dantian Sea, but it refused to flow into her veins. She had all the Ki she needed, but no way to use it.
— However, the girl had learned the [Edge of Taixuan].
Phoenix’s martial arts were different from the thousands of others in these lands.
Normally, the arts would train the Dantian to store the Qi,
but the [Edge of Taixuan] wasn’t so strict about that.
The one who had learned the [Blade Mantra]
could see the world as their Dantian Sea and their body as the veins.
The [Ki] that was the origin point of martial arts had no need to be buried within oneself.
That’s why to Li Sushang, her lower Dantian Sea being blocked was a bit uncomfortable, but it was nothing too serious.
Sushang felt her limbs lighten as soon as his voice faded. The two pairs of thick steel cuffs had already shattered into pieces on the ground. [\s]
She was not injured in the slightest either.
Li Sushang couldn’t figure out what to say. She’d already seen so many strange things from the moment she laid eyes on this Raksha beauty.
If he could use his sorcery to disappear the chair and the glass cup, then it would be reasonable that he could shatter those steel cuffs… [\s]
...my ass!!!!
She began to reconsider the strange coffin carrying man standing in front of her. [\s]
Was [he] actually a master in disguise?
She didn’t believe it.
The experts and masters in her eyes were ones like her master, her mother, or herself in the future,
and the Raksha seemed way too far from what she thought of as an expert.
[em italic]But he can do some pretty unnatural stuff….[/em]
She was lost in her thoughts when the Raksha suddenly spoke:
For some reason, she had a little less confidence in herself after the Raksha did his thing just now.
The girl’s voice got quieter and quieter.
She lowered her head and spoke hurriedly and sadly:
The Raksha considered that term.
She answered with gusto.
Li Sushang thought about it and sighed.
The Raksha’s hands danced across the air with elegance.
The Raksha smiled lightly, and the fire suddenly disappeared from the air.[\s]
… No, the fire was still there.
That ball of fire seemed to have teleported beside the Raksha’s hand, burning brighter and brighter… [\s]
It was like…
A sword?
Sushang watched, dumbfounded by the Raksha’s [sorcery]. [\s]
By the time she snapped out of it, the fire was gone and the doors were open, leaving only a charred scent lingering around her nose.
Li Sushang moved forward obediently but suddenly stopped after taking a few steps, turning her head and said with a pout:
He sighed, not a hint of guilt in his voice.
Sushang couldn’t make out his expression in the darkness, but she sensed that his voice had an intangible sadness to it.
Earlier, there were two guards outside of the cell.
One of them escorted the Raksha in the dungeon respectfully, then immediately called in sick; the other was delivering a meal when he was scared out of his mind and refused to reenter the dungeon.
[Is that person even human? That’s a demon! Have you ever seen a talking lantern? I won’t go. You can’t make me.]
It’s almost as if the outlander in the cell was even scarier than “Eagle”.
The even stranger thing was that “Eagle” was not angry at all, like he usually would be.
[We’ll have plenty of people in a couple of days, so just send some more help.]
He sent about 10 people or so, all armed.
The newcomers carefully entered the cell but came out fine, so their fear disappeared pretty quickly and instead began to mock the two guards before them.
But either way, the bandits didn’t underestimate the man and split into day and night guards to ensure that there would always be at least five people guarding the cell.
Of course, those five unlucky few hadn’t the slightest clue of what happened inside the dungeon.
It’s strange. There was no sound at all coming out of the cell that we threw the girl who angered our leader in.
An all-encompassing silence— A deathly calmness.
No voices, no random noises, nothing.
The guards didn’t hear anything strange, but they smelled something weird: something was burning.
That scent grew stronger and stronger as the five of them picked up their blades and gathered at the entrance.
[You wanna go down there?]
A guard asked the others quietly.
The door exploded before the others could answer.
The last thing that the five of them saw was the crimson tendril of fire.