I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Chapter 535: Chapter 355: Envy Immortal Tower

On the streets of the imperial city, the bluestone slabs were baked hot by the midday sun, steaming waves of heat.

The cries of vendors, the bargaining voices, the laughter of children intertwined, painting a bustling marketplace scene.

The old man selling sugar figurines was blowing one into shape for a little girl with pigtail braids.

A woman selling rouge was haggling with several young ladies, everything seemed so harmonious.

"Freshly baked meat buns—" a greasy-faced man shouted loudly in front of a bun stall.

The woman beside him skillfully wrapped the steaming buns in oiled paper and handed them to customers.

At their feet, a little girl about five or six years old squatted, drawing something on the ground with a stick.

Her pigtail braids swayed gently with her movements.

"Qing’er, don’t run too far."

The woman lowered her head and cautioned before going back to attend to customers.

The little girl looked up with a sweet smile: "Got it, mom!"

At that moment, the sound of rapid hooves suddenly came from afar.

Initially like rolling thunder, in a blink, approaching like a storm.

From the corner at the end of the street, eight pure white sweat-dripping horses charged out like lightning.

They held their heads high, nostrils snorting white breath, massive iron hooves pounding on the bluestone, sending stones flying.

Their mane fluttered fiercely as they sped, and the golden bells around their necks rang sharply.

The lead horse’s eyes were fiery red, and the white breath it emitted turned into tiny rainbows under the sun.

"Clear out! Get out of the way!"

On the carriage, the driver, dressed in the palace guard’s armor, swung a copper-laden whip, its tip cracking sharply in the air.

Passersby fled like startled birds.

A stall selling porcelain was overturned, blue and white porcelain shards scattered everywhere.

The woman selling vegetables couldn’t gather her wares, fresh greens were trampled into mud.

A slightly slow elder selling candied fruit had his stall knocked over, the glossy red candied fruit rolled everywhere, crushed by the panicked crowd.

"Oh dear, who!"

An elderly woman with white hair stumbled into a wall corner, her hair bun in disarray.

She shakily supported herself against the wall and cursed, "Whose mansion’s carriage is so arrogant!"

"Help, almost killed!"

A young man dressed like a scholar staggered back a few steps from the crowd, nearly falling.

People around echoed sentiments, yet the gilded carriage showed no signs of slowing down.

The sunlight reflected dazzlingly on the eastern pearls and emeralds embedded on the carriage.

Crimson silk hung from the car window, embroidered with a gold-thread design of a purple five-claw real dragon, trembling slightly in the wind.

"People ahead, be careful, get out of the way quickly!" Someone shouted amidst the crowd.

Yet faced with the chaotic street, the carriage showed no signs of slowing down.

Instead, under the urging of the guard driver, its pace quickened.

The hoofbeats were thunderous, and where the wheels crushed, the bluestone showed fine cracks.

"Damn it!"

The bun stall man grabbed his wife, intending to find his daughter.

Yet saw the frenzied crowd surge like a tide, pushing them back repeatedly.

Near the bun stall, five-year-old Qing’er was about to tiptoe to watch her father’s dough kneading.

Suddenly, she was swept away by the chaotic crowd, her small body tossed around like a leaf.

"Dad! Mom!"

Qing’er fell onto the littered street, her pink jacket smeared with dust.

She watched the approaching carriage in terror, the eight large horses’ snorting nostrils clearly visible.

Bean-sized teardrops rolled down her flushed cheeks.

However, her cries seemed especially helpless amidst the noisy street.

The galloping carriage was less than ten meters from Yun’Er, and the eight large horses showed no sign of stopping.

The surrounding crowd was just focused on escaping, some even stepped over the little girl, fearing they’d be hit by the carriage.

As the crowd surged away like receding tide, still no one dared to approach.

Some looked away, unwilling to watch, more were just busy escaping.

The hoofbeats kept drawing closer, now less than three meters from the little girl.

"Watch out!"

At the critical moment, a figure leapt down from the second floor of a teahouse by the street.

The figure stepped on the railing, a faint cyan Qi Force suddenly radiating from around him.

He leapt forward, directly jumping toward the street from the second floor.

Upon landing, his feet stamped web-like cracks in the bluestone.

He was a burly man in crude short clothes, with a faded gray belt around his waist.

Thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a short beard on his chin, his slightly bulging temple made it clear he was a practitioner.

As soon as the burly man’s feet touched the ground, an invisible cyan Qi Force burst from his body, inflating his robe.

He stomped his left foot heavily, and the bluestone sank down completely.

Then, his whole body shot forward like an arrow, leaving a trail image in the air from his speed.

In an instant, the burly man reached the side of the little girl.

At the critical moment, he stretched his right arm, drawing the little girl into his embrace.

Simultaneously, he pushed forward with his left palm, a thick Inner Strength burst out, forming an invisible wall of Qi.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound, the invisible Qi wall collided violently with the lead two horses.

The horses neighed and reared up, the carriage behind shook violently.

The wheels left two scorched marks on the bluestone before finally stopping a foot away from the burly man.

"It’s okay now, don’t be afraid."

After finishing this, the burly man gently comforted the sobbing little girl in his arms, yet his gaze coldly fixed on the stopped carriage.

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