Wenren Cangyue quickly moved through the meadow.

Because his speed was fast beyond a normal cultivator’s imagination, when his body brushed by the grass and leaves, they were like sharp blades, leaving behind countless cuts on his cloth clothes. His skin that was steady like steel had many fine red marks left behind as well.

Apart from these red marks, the blue spots on his skin also continuously appeared, disappeared and then reappeared.

Behind him, in the meadow’s distance, only cultivators of his level could sense that there was always a biting cold sword intent chasing after him.

He already continuously fled for two days and two nights, the price of these two days and two nights was that his injuries became even worse, there were also many dead areas left behind in his body because of the poison’s corrosion. However, he still couldn’t completely break free from that black-robed cultivator from the academy who was chasing after him, the cultivator named Nangong Mo.

Ever since he reached the Sacred Expert level, he had never been in such a sorry state before, never this miserable.

However, there was still no expression of defeat visible from his...