I Have A Sword

Chapter 621: The Yang Family Members Aren't Thieves

Chapter 621: The Yang Family Members Aren't Thieves

Chen Qing frowned upon seeing the little girl. Naturally, he wouldn't think that she was just an ordinary little girl. The fact that she could traverse the Time River as if she were fish in water meant that she was an extraordinary figure.

The gaze of an elder beside Chen Qing fell on the little creature on the little girl's shoulder.

"C-could that be a Spirit Progenitor?"

A Spirit Progenitor—the Progenitor of all spirits!

The elites of the Chen Clan all stared at the white-furred creature on the little girl's shoulder. Soon, everyone was thrilled. They had realized that the elder was right.

As the leader of the group, Chen Qing was thrilled as well. "I truly didn't expect to encounter a Spirit Progenitor upon my first visit to the Time River... Our ancestors have truly blessed us."

Spirit Progenitor!

The remaining elders were excited. A Spirit Progenitor was extremely rare, even rarer than divine artifacts and divine treasures. In fact, there wasn't even a single Spirit Progenitor during the ancient times of the Old Era. There were harsh prerequisites that had to be met before a creature could become a Spirit Progenitor, and they were extremely harsh. A Spirit Progenitor wasn't even supposed to exist in this era, as there were too few strands of Ancestral Origin to support the existence of such a beast.

Of course, Chen Qing and his group couldn't care less about the details. Their top priority was acquiring the Spirit Progenitor before them.

Without any hesitation, Chen Qing took a step forward and reached the little girl in one stride.

The little girl stared calmly at Chen Qing and his group. She licked her candied hawthorn and glanced at the talisman on Chen Qing's hand.

Chen Qing looked at Erya and smiled, "Little girl, we've taken a liking to the little creature on your shoulder. Can you give it to us?"

Erya shook her head. "No."

Chen Qing's smile became sinister. "What if I insist?"

Swoosh!

Erya swung her fist without saying anything.

Chen Qing was too close for him to react to the oncoming fist, so he couldn't avoid it all. Of course, he wasn't worried, as he believed that a little girl's punch would most likely feel like a tickle to him. His physique wasn't as sturdy as those who specifically cultivated their physiques; he was still a Heavenly Sovereign with a physique much more powerful than ordinary Heavenly Sovereigns.

BOOM!

Chen Qing's fleshly body exploded into a bloody mist.

The onlookers were stunned.

The little girl didn't stop there as she delivered punch after punch. In the blink of an eye, six powerful cultivators from the Chen Clan had transformed into clumps of disintegrated flesh.

The survivors retreated frantically, but the little girl flew toward them like a cannonball. A Chen Clan cultivator's expression changed drastically, and he decisively threw a punch directly at the little girl.

Bang!

The Chen Clan cultivator's fleshly body was annihilated, leaving him in his soul form. The little girl then turned around and punched another Chen Clan cultivator, who was trying to escape the slaughterhouse.

The starry sky was filled with agonized screams as everyone daring enough to face the little girl's fist was killed instantly!

Chen Qing remained somewhat intact, as his soul had yet to dissipate completely, but the intermittent flickering of his figure meant that he was about to die.

The Chen Clan cultivators present were completely stunned. What nonsense was this?

Chen Qing looked a bit bewildered as he stared at the little girl counting their storage rings.

"You..." Chen Qing muttered.

The little girl turned to look at the dying Chen Qing. Then, she licked her candied hawthorn and then asked, "Have you seen a boy, who looks very honest but is actually mischievous inside?"

Chen Qing stared at the little girl with his eyes full of horror. He truly didn't expect that the little girl in front of him would be so terrifying. None of them could withstand even a single punch from her, which was truly absurd.

Seeing Chen Qing's silence, the little girl furrowed her brows and asked, "Have you seen him or not?"

"I'm from the Chen Clan..." Chen Qing replied, "I'm a descendant of the gods."

"Descendant of the god?" the little girl muttered, blinking. "Never heard of that."

Chen Qing's expression froze.

"I—" Chen Qing opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a slap in the face.

Boom!

Chen Qing's soul was promptly annihilated—Chen Qing was no more!

The little girl shook her head and muttered, "You took too long to answer."

With that, she took the white-furred creature and walked away. The little girl licked her candied hawthorn and said, "We must find Little Guan as soon as possible..."

The white-furred creature nodded eagerly in agreement. They were on a clandestine operation. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so cautious.

To avoid punishment, they needed a justification—and their justification was that they were too worried about their grandson, so they snuck out to take care of him...

Erya was extremely satisfied with the justification that she had come up with. It's perfect! Of course, we still need to find our grandson first, just in case.

Erya looked into the distant horizon, feeling a bit worried. "I wonder if our grandson has found another wife... This is really giving me a headache."

Little White also nodded. Their grandson was perfect if it weren't for the fact that he had too many wives.

Erya looked at Little White. "Don't reveal your treasures outright, or our grandson will covet them."

Little White nodded and patted her tiny belly, signaling that she was hiding her treasures properly.

Erya licked her candied hawthorn and added, "Of course, it's fine to give him something occasionally. Otherwise, he might get bullied."

Just then, Little White sensed something and looked up. She waved her little paws with her eyes shining in excitement.

"Let's go!" Erya exclaimed and charged forward. She charged through the Time River at full speed, shattering its current.

After an unknown amount of time, Erya and Little White found themselves in a vast starry sky.

They looked around and saw an old man kneeling with a coffin behind him.

The old man dragging the coffin looked puzzled upon seeing Erya and Little White.

A little girl?

Erya and Little White walked up to the old man and glanced surreptitiously at the coffin.

However, Sister An had instructed them not to rob others, so they couldn't make a move at all. After all, they still had to listen to Sister An.

Erya and Little White glanced at each other. Erya licked her candied hawthorn and asked, "Is it worth it?"

Little White nodded eagerly, indicating that it was definitely worth it.

Erya nodded slightly, and she stared quietly at the old pallbearer.

How could they make the old man make the first move against them?

Sister An had told them that they couldn't rob others, but Erya believed that it would be within their right to fight back if the other party had attacked them first.

Of course, they wouldn't rob those who hadn't attacked them. They'd target only bad people who'd attack a little girl and a cute, white-furred creature.

The old pallbearer cast an extremely wary gaze at the little girl and the white-furred creature. He had decided to become a bit more low-key after the previous two encounters.

The little girl suddenly asked, "Old man, why are you kneeling here? Did someone beat you up?"

The old pallbearer was speechless. Can this girl be a bit more tactful?

The little girl glanced at the coffin and asked, "Are you tired? We can help you drag it if you're tired!"

"???" The old pallbearer was dumbfounded, and he instantly became alert. Damn it, are these two targeting this coffin?

"Little girl, who are you?" asked the old pallbearer.

The little girl blinked, not saying a word. Instead, she walked up to the coffin with the white-furred creature beside her. She glanced at the coffin and gestured something toward the white-furred creature next to her.

The old pallbearer's face changed instantly at the sight. He wanted to make a move, but he couldn't do anything because of the sword aura within him.

Any slight movement, and he'd suffer a miserable death unsuitable for any kind of burial.

The little girl sized up the coffin before looking at the white-furred creature. The white-furred creature then pointed at the coffin with her small paw and began waving it rapidly; she looked quite agitated for some reason.

The old pallbearer hastily said, "Girls..."

The little girl turned to look at the old pallbearer and licked her candied hawthorn. "What's wrong?"

"This belongs to me," said the old pallbearer. He felt quite aggrieved. If it weren't for the sword aura inside him, he would slap these two mischievous figures to death right there and then.

Hearing the old man's words, the little girl sounded earnest as she said, "I know. Rest assured, the Yang Family members aren't thieves."

The old pallbearer found her words to be quite dubious. He was unconvinced, as these two were exuding the distinct air of thieves.

The little girl silently left with Little White in her arms.

Soon, the little girl and the white-furred creature disappeared into the depths of the starry sky.

The old pallbearer heaved a sigh of relief, but his expression quickly turned fierce. He felt like a tiger that had fallen into a trap and was being bullied by a dog.

If it weren't for the sword aura inside him, killing those two rats would be as easy as killing chickens.

Although he couldn't sense the aura of the little girl and the white-furred creature due to the sword aura within him, he was confident that he could kill anyone below the Ancestral Realm.

This is so annoying! The old pallbearer seethed with frustration. He had wanted to curse earlier, but he decided against it. The little girl's strength was inscrutable even to him, so he would have made a fool of himself if he had cursed her earlier.

Just then, the same little girl suddenly appeared in front of him. This time, however, she was wearing a mask. The white-furred creature on her shoulder was wearing a black mask as well.

The old pallbearer was confused.

The little girl flew toward the coffin and grabbed the iron chains with both hands before giving it a good tug.

Crack!

The iron chain shattered, and the two mischievous figures didn't hesitate to take the coffin away amidst the old pallbearer's confused look.

Just then, the little girl turned to look at the old pallbearer, and her voice sounded both hoarse and mysterious as she asked, "Do you know who I am?"

The old pallbearer's eyes widened in disbelief. "You... You can rob me blind, but... don't think I'm dumb...! Argh!"

The old pallbearer felt so aggrieved that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

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