Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 700 - Chapter 700 Chapter 583 Killing One in Ten Steps

Chapter 700: Chapter 583: Killing One in Ten Steps Chapter 700: Chapter 583: Killing One in Ten Steps Miyanori Chiyoko left with Red Sparrow.

She also took with her the body of Yuan Guanghai. Roger stood still, looking at the house not far away with a big hole torn into it.

If it weren’t for the fact that Miyanori had taken the Spirit Skill that Yuan Guanghai and another had stealthily extracted, Roger really wanted to quietly take the Spirit Skill and then take Higurashi Chika away from here.

From the identity of Red Sparrow and Yuan Guanghai, Roger was able to deduce many things.

Firstly, within the Funiu Sword Pavilion, any personal relationships between official disciples were strictly forbidden.

The imbalanced male-to-female ratio within the Funiu Sword Pavilion was quite extreme, heavily weighted with men. This point hadn’t aroused too much attention from others.

However, now, considering some rumors about the Funiu Sword Pavilion, and the massive draft-like event that happened not long ago, Roger could infer too many pieces of information.

He could almost be certain that the inheritance of the Funiu Sword Pavilion must be inextricably linked with the Transcendents of the Western World.

This obvious connection method, akin to bloodline ties, was unique to the Western World.

“How long ago did this happen?”

“Did a huge family stumble upon Everworld by accident, or…”

If there exists a pathway that connects Everworld, where Sunrise resides, with the realm of the Privy Council of the Western World,

what about other places?

This isn’t a simple regional connection, a geographic border.

This involves the evolution of world rules; it would be an incredibly complex issue.

Without further contemplation, Roger quickly searched the house, making sure nothing was missed, before he swiftly left the village and returned to Black Tail City.

Meanwhile, far away from the village on a high mountain, a few figures appeared; the leader was a man wearing a red Tengu mask.

The man’s robe almost touched the ground, wrapped tightly around him. The red on his mask looked as though it could transform into dripping blood at any moment.

“They’re from the Sword Pavilion, should we make a move?”

A gaunt man asked, bowing.

“Do you have a death wish?”

“This is Funiu Sword Pavilion’s territory and the woman who just appeared is one of the three great Peak Masters, Miyanori Chiyoko.”

“What are you planning to use to defeat her? Your tongue?”

The man wearing the Tengu mask kicked the speaker to the ground.

“Let’s return!”

“Master, are we just going to let it go?”

“There will still be opportunities. It seems Hankawa is also making rapid progress. What do you think the intention is behind Sword Master Cold Crow sending his newly accepted student here?”

The man let out a cold laugh.

“That kid might hold something we want.”

“It is said that Ran’ei Divine Master wanted to kill that boy but was stopped by Sword Master Cold Crow. If we can kill him…”

Someone spoke up.

The man in the Tengu mask, however, said nothing and leapt into the sky, vanishing on the horizon.

All reverted to silence.

In front of the dilapidated house, only a pool of blood left behind by Yuan Guanghai before he died remained.

The blood seeped into the damp soil.

Disappearing, bit by bit.

It had been a few days since Roger left Qinglu Mountain, and after returning to Black Tail City, he didn’t go back immediately. He needed to give Miyanori Chiyoko some time.

He took out the books Miyanori Chiyoko gave him. Although the volumes were thin, they contained an immense world of information, dazzling Roger.

He wasn’t sure if this inheritance that Miyanori Chiyoko handed over to him was all that had been collected since the establishment of the Funiu Sword Pavilion.

It probably wasn’t, but even if it was just what she could access, the quantity was astonishing.

Not spending too much energy on this, he placed the books in the library. As the information on various Fractions increased, the library became more powerful.

Unconsciously, the Cat Fraction’s inheritance had also been revised multiple times.

When the time was right, Roger directly teleported to the city at the foot of Qinglu Mountain.

The spring was in full bloom, and the streets of the city were filled with the scent of cherry blossoms. The place had become even busier in the few days since he had last been here.

It seemed to be the day when the girls selected during the recent Girls’ Festival were to ascend the mountain together.

Apart from those chosen, there was a continuous stream of onlookers too, each girl dressed to the nines.

The selection criteria must not have been based on beauty since, in the crowd, Roger also saw several girls whose looks were not particularly outstanding.

Reaching the halfway point of the mountain, Roger separated from the crowd. The whole ceremony was exceedingly complex; the girls had to first reach a separate courtyard at the halfway point of the mountain for bathing and grooming,

learn some basic etiquette and the corresponding taboos before they could be taken in batches to the top of the mountain.

Realizing the truth of the matter, he couldn’t help but sigh; this tremendous event was altering the destinies of most participants.

What they didn’t know was that for those living at the peak, these girls were merely tools.

Continuing up the mountain, a figure suddenly obstructed his path.

Roger looked up, eyeing the young man about a dozen meters away.

“Are you a disciple of Sword Master Cold Crow?”

Seeing the eagerness in the other’s eyes, Roger remembered the fierce face he had seen at the entrance of the Funiu Sword Pavilion a few days ago, and he quickly grasped something.

“No, you are mistaken,” he replied.

He shook his head and continued walking upward.

The young man’s momentum faltered slightly, but as Roger walked past him, he blurted out, “You’re that Roger, aren’t you?”

The young man shouted loudly, but Roger didn’t even feel like giving him a glance. However, his expression soon turned slightly solemn because another sword-bearing figure had materialized on his path ahead.