Chapter 479

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Chapter 479: Ordinary Yet Confident

Honghu True Man left with a lingering sense of unease.

He was furious. His rage surged like a storm as he charged toward Bai Wei.

Yet, amidst his fury, there was a cold calculation—a calm undercurrent of rationality hidden beneath his surface anger. His rage was a façade, a strategy cloaked in deception.

Facing two formidable women, Honghu knew he couldn’t overpower them directly. His mind, sharp and cunning, devised an intricate plan. He decided to use distraction and subterfuge, seeking an opening to strike them down in one decisive blow.

The caravan attackers had long scattered, posing no further threat. This left him free to focus on his targets. He analyzed the situation with meticulous precision. Among them, Bai Wei stood out—not for his strength, but for his apparent ordinariness.

An ordinary coachman? No. Perhaps something more. But his quiet presence and lack of reaction made him seem powerless—unassuming. Could this be a ruse? Honghu wondered.

Still, the possibility of a hidden threat couldn’t be ignored. With a teleportation talisman and the Kokonohana charm at hand, Honghu reassured himself. If things went awry, he could escape thousands of miles away in an instant.

He struck suddenly, feigning a full attack but holding back seventy percent of his strength—always ready to retreat. He tested his opponents, weaving through the trio with quick movements, probing for weaknesses.

Victory seemed certain. His calculations placed his odds at ninety percent. Confidence brimming, he closed in on Bai Wei, aiming a devastating palm strike directly at his chest.

The strike landed. A loud, resonant thud echoed.

Bai Wei didn’t budge.

Honghu sneered. “Fool,” he thought, preparing a follow-up blow. This time, he unleashed his full strength, aiming to crush Bai Wei completely.

Then it happened.

Bai Wei raised his hand, slow and deliberate. With a single, almost lazy motion, he tapped Honghu’s throat.

Crack!

The Kokonohana charm shattered.

Honghu’s throat gaped wide as if an empty void had opened within him. His spiritual body attempted to escape, separating from his battered form. Yet just as it began to ascend, the Crouching Tiger Sword flashed—a predator pouncing on its prey.

The blade sliced through his spirit.

Snap.

In an instant, the great immortal fell. His life snuffed out, Honghu’s body collapsed into the snow. Blood pooled, staining the pure white ground crimson.

The silence was deafening.

Everyone watched in stunned disbelief. Just moments ago, Honghu had been a towering figure of power. Now, he lay lifeless, his eyes frozen in shock, as though accusing the heavens of injustice.

A disciple, trembling, knelt beside the body. Tears filled his eyes as he prepared to mourn his master.

Before he could utter a word, Nalan Qingshu stepped forward. She trampled the corpse, summoning a brilliant flame of Bi Fang fire. The blaze consumed the body, reducing it to ashes that scattered in the wind.

The remaining disciples stood frozen, their hopes crushed. The once-mighty Honghu had fallen too quickly, his end both shocking and anticlimactic.

“Anyone else want revenge?” Nalan Qingshu glared at them with contempt.

The disciples shook their heads, fear paralyzing them.

Wei Zu, panting and bloodied, approached Bai Wei. He bowed low, his tone reverent.

“Master Bai, the Joyous Sect is a demonic plague. If we don’t eradicate them now, they’ll haunt us forever. Allow us to finish the job.”

Bai Wei remained silent, an unreadable expression on his face. Wei Zu took this as permission.

The fight resumed briefly as the remaining sorcerers and cultivators were hunted down. The Joyous Sect’s followers, stripped of their leader, scattered like rats. Those too slow to flee met their end under the bodyguards’ blades.

Nalan Qingshu snapped her fingers, igniting another flame to dispose of the corpses. The snowy ground became a battlefield grave, littered with charred remains and crimson streaks.

As the chaos subsided, Bai Wei turned his attention to the caravan’s young master.

She hesitated, her voice trembling. “Please… can I trade my life for hers?”

Bai Wei’s gaze was cold. “Loyalty is commendable, but your life isn’t worth enough. Let her speak for herself.”

Moments later, the young woman approached. She tried to mask her fear with an air of confidence but struggled to find the words.

Bai Wei tilted his head, waiting.

Finally, she spoke. “What do you want from us? You’ve spared us, so you must want something in return.”

Bai Wei’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Self-preservation is natural. But let’s settle accounts first. You’ve failed to fulfill your contract. A full refund of the deposit and principal is required.”

“Yes… of course.”

“And additional compensation.”

Her face paled. “What… what do you mean?”

Bai Wei’s expression remained unreadable. He regarded her for a moment before responding with a wry smile.

“Tell me… why are you so ordinary-looking yet so confident?”