I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Chapter 77: Chapter 73: That Little Demoness

*PANT! PANT!*

The night was dark, the wind was high, and a soft spring rain was falling.

It carried a hint of chill as it struck Pang Haisheng’s face.

*PANT! PANT!* Pang Haisheng was running so hard he was out of breath.

He couldn’t help but look back. The Demon hadn’t caught up.

He breathed a temporary sigh of relief.

But he didn’t dare to relax completely, let alone slow his pace, even though his True Qi was nearly depleted and he was utterly exhausted.

’Just a little longer!’

’If I can just make it to Cyan Bamboo Castle, I’ll be safe!’

He didn’t believe that Little Demon would dare to barge into Cyan Bamboo Castle and kill someone!

Remembering the scene of the Little Demon’s massacre, Pang Haisheng shivered. His knees went weak, and he nearly stumbled.

In his muddled mind, woozy from having all his qi and blood focused on his legs, there was one question he couldn’t figure out. freёwebnoѵel.com

How old was that Little Demon, anyway? How could she possess such profound Martial Arts?

Her techniques were a perfect example of great skill appearing simple, so much so that he couldn’t comprehend her moves at all.

They were clearly the simplest, most unadorned, even childish of techniques, yet a plain Black Tiger Heart Stealing strike could kill a first-rate master, and the mere Rebound Force could make a Half-Step Innate expert like him vomit blood.

’What in the world is going on!’

He glanced back again.

The Little Demon still wasn’t in pursuit.

’Great.’

’Endure, endure, I’m almost there.’

’Last time, when everyone besieged and slaughtered the Liao Family, why did we miss this Little Demon?’

After their Innate Grandmaster, Liao Leizhong, died, the Liao Family had no other remarkably skilled members.

So why had a Little Demon like this suddenly appeared?

He couldn’t help but recall some rumors from the Jianghu.

’Could the Liao Family truly be one favored by fortune?’

Just as Pang Haisheng thought he had escaped with his life, a girl’s cheerful voice rang out ahead of him. "What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for you for nearly an hour."

Pang Haisheng’s scalp tingled so intensely it felt like it would explode!

’That voice...’

Clinging to his last sliver of hope, he looked up.

Sitting on a branch growing sideways from a large tree up ahead was a petite figure in a man’s long robe, swinging two slender legs...

"Ah! Demon, I’ll fight you to the death!" Pang Haisheng was a mix of terror and rage, so agitated that he momentarily forgot the gap in their strength. He unleashed his ultimate technique, the Shattered Jade Fist, passed down in the Pang family for hundreds of years.

The exquisite fist technique created countless afterimages, dazzling the eye, as the final punch slammed into the Little Demon’s waist.

"Argh!" With a spray of blood, Pang Haisheng landed and retreated three steps. Unable to stop the Rebound Force, he staggered back two more before barely managing to steady himself.

He hid his fractured right hand behind his back, his furiously red eyes glaring at the Little Demon. "Demon, why must you hunt us to extinction?"

"Hunt you to extinction? HAHAHAHA!" Liao Minmin leaped down, so enraged she began to laugh. "When you slaughtered the unarmed women and children of my Liao Family, when you smashed infants in their swaddling clothes to death, why didn’t you tell your men to stop then?!"

Pang Haisheng’s face twitched, his anger subsiding slightly. "My words carried no weight. What could I have done?!"

"I can’t do anything either," Liao Minmin’s expression and tone calmed, but the twitching muscle in her cheek betrayed her murderous intent. "The hundreds of wronged souls of the Liao Family haunt my dreams, begging me to avenge them!"

With that, she unhurriedly put on a pair of gloves, blood-red and as thin as a cicada’s wings.

Pang Haisheng’s eyelid twitched. Previously, the Little Demon had worn these same gloves, and with every punch she threw, someone would vomit blood and die.

He even began to suspect—could these gloves be a legendary Immortal Treasure?

Because no matter how he looked at it, he didn’t think this Little Demon knew any Superior Martial Arts.

"Pang Haisheng, back then you and those other monsters launched a sneak attack on the Liao Family. No fewer than ten members of my family died by your hand. Today, I will avenge them. If you can’t accept this, feel free to find me after you’ve become a ghost!"

As she spoke, Liao Minmin threw both fists forward in a move so common that even the lowest-ranking Jianghu People would know it: Double Peak Piercing Ears.

Pang Haisheng could clearly see all her follow-up moves. Normally, he could have easily dodged them.

But now, as the force of the punches bore down on him, he was frozen as if held by a nightmare, completely unable to move.

Pang Haisheng knew that if he didn’t dodge or block, he would surely die from this blow. Yet he was powerless, able only to watch with eyes wide in fury as the fists grew larger and larger, filling his entire vision.

"Stay your hand!"

These were the last words Pang Haisheng ever heard.

Following the shout, a handsome young man in a pure white robe appeared, just in time to see Pang Haisheng sent flying dozens of feet. His skull had already shattered in mid-air, and his life force was gone.

"What a vicious Little Demon! To be so ruthless! I’d heard rumors that a Little Demon had killed several hundred people in a matter of days, wiping out several Martial Arts Families and Sects. That must have been your handiwork!" the young man said angrily.

Liao Minmin’s body stiffened. She slowly turned to face him, her expression a strange mix of a sob and a smile. She spoke, pausing on every word, "Duanmu Qingyun! I was just on my way to Cyan Bamboo Castle to find you, but you’ve delivered yourself to my doorstep. Today, I, Liao Minmin, will avenge the four hundred-plus members of the Liao Family!"

Duanmu Qingyun sized her up while calmly dodging Liao Minmin’s Turtle Fist, then nodded. "So, you’re a remnant of the Liao Family. Where did you get that Magical Artifact and Dharma Robe? Such treasures are wasted on you."

His attitude was still relatively cautious. After all, he could sense that the Magical Artifacts on Liao Minmin were not bad, and it was very likely she had found a powerful backer.

Liao Minmin sneered, "These were bestowed by my Great Ancestor, specifically to take your dog’s life. Enough talk. Hand over your life!"

She threw one punch after another, each one empowered by her Magical Artifact Boxing Gloves, making them incredibly heavy and forceful.

Even though she couldn’t bring out even one-tenth of the artifact’s power, it was still more than any Mortal could withstand.

Even an Innate Grandmaster would be in for a world of hurt if they were so much as grazed by it.

Duanmu Qingyun smiled arrogantly, dodged the attack, and prepared to use Magic.

Just then, he seemed to see a flash of cyan light. Before he could even process what he had seen, his consciousness plunged into darkness.

A burst of Sword Qi had erupted. Hundreds of strands of Sword Qi crisscrossed through the air, dicing his entire upper body into a paste of flesh and bone. He didn’t even know he was dead.

"Thank you, Great Ancestor!" In truth, Liao Minmin was a little dissatisfied. Killing Duanmu Qingyun with her own hands had become an obsession, but her Great Ancestor had ruined it.

But she carefully concealed her feelings and bowed respectfully.

Du Youqian’s figure appeared. He pinched the Top Grade Flying Sword and returned it to his Storage Bag.

Glancing at the mangled corpse, he said calmly, "You were no match for him. This fellow had some kind of fortuitous immortal encounter. He was one of us."

Liao Minmin was startled. ’That guy was an Immortal Master?’

But she quickly smiled again. "Well, he couldn’t even last a single round against you, Great Ancestor. You’re the strongest!"

Du Youqian smiled faintly. He didn’t bother to explain the common knowledge of the Cultivation Realm to her or tell her that he was just a rookie at Qi Cultivation.

"Let’s go. We’re going to wipe Cyan Bamboo Castle off the map."

With that, Du Youqian couldn’t be bothered to loot the corpse of some poor junior. He threw out his Flying Boat, pulled Liao Minmin aboard, and quickly vanished into the vast darkness of the night.