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294: Chapter 238 294: Chapter 238 The Earl was able to sense someone tracking him in the night, a person who could travel through the air and underground, elusively escaping his grasp in an instant.


Left with no other choice, the Earl thought to use a magic wand to cast an illusion, making himself invisible to his pursuer and thus escaping.


The man in black, who was tracking the Earl, utilized the cover of night.


He flew high on his flying sword, hiding among the clouds, and used his Divine Sense to search for the tracker.


Suddenly, it was as if he could no longer sense the presence of his tracker, an eerily strange feeling.


Perplexed, the man in black continued his search.


The area was quite open with no obstructive buildings nearby; ahead lay a field and beyond it, a mountain, still some distance away.


In the lush green field, even in the dark of night, there was nowhere to hide.


He was using his Divine Sense to navigate towards this person, who could not be seen by the naked eye.


Descending from the sky, the man in black stood on his flying sword, looking out over the fields that were nothing but paddy fields.


The man in black considered it impossible.


The person appeared to possess no Cultivation arts, so how could he just disappear?


He pondered continuously, then unleashed Wind Blades with his Spiritual Energy, knocking down the lush paddies and turning them into a muddy paste, creating havoc over a wide area as if the very earth and sky were overturning.


Despite this, he still could not find the person, and with a sigh of exasperation, he moved to the nearby mountain in search, surmising that the individual had vanished from here using some sort of magic or possibly a Spell to enter the mountain.


He swept the entire mountain with his Divine Sense, but found no trace of the person there either.


The man in black did not leave the night, wondering if perhaps the individual was hiding somewhere nearby.


He must be close, for he had come to this area, yet on the mountain there was no sign of habitation.


However, beyond the paddies lay a small village.


Could the person have entered the village?


Now, the man in black flew on his flying sword to the village, using his keen senses to search for the Qi of the individual.


But he came up empty-handed, as if the person had vanished from the mortal realm.


Even if he could use the Earth Escape technique, there would be traces.


Out of anger, the man in black swept a powerful gust of wind across the village’s houses – many of which were mud-brick and thatched dwellings.


Suddenly, such strong winds blew without warning, as if a typhoon of category 12 had struck, collapsing their houses and lifting the thatching from the rooftops.


People who were asleep at night were now enveloped by this dangerous scene.


The Earl had not gone far; watching helplessly as this person destroyed the paddies, he had hoped that the man would give up after failing to find him.


However, he had not expected this merciless individual to bring harm to ordinary humans with no powers.


Using her magic wand, the Earl chanted a Curse and froze the scene before any damage reached the houses, making them impervious to the man’s wind attacks, not a single blade of thatch was lifted.


The man in black, seeing the houses collapse and the thatching fly off and was about to relish in a triumphant laugh, was suddenly dumbfounded by an unbelievable sight.


He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as the houses were still intact.


What was happening?


The houses should have collapsed, and people in their sleep should have screamed in panic, right?


Why did his wind seem to have no effect on the houses before him, as if they hadn’t budged at all?


Some protective force was shielding them, blocking his power, preventing any of his efforts from causing the slightest change to these mundane objects.


This scene was utterly chilling, turning the once arrogant man in black into a figure of horror.


After exerting his Spiritual Energy for so long, he was tired, very tired, and, frightened, he flew away quickly.


Once the man had left, the Earl, who hadn’t severely injured him, decided to be lenient.


“Spare the rod and spoil the child,” as the saying goes.


He only felt it was a pity; the villagers’ lush rice had been destroyed just after planting.


How would the people of this village survive now?


Out of compassion, the Earl could only use the magic wand and chant a Curse to restore the paddies to their original state.


In this mortal abode nestled by mountains and rivers, life seemed unaffected by danger or damage.


To prevent anyone from tracking him again, the Earl used his magic wand to cast a protective illusion around himself, quickly running across the landscape.


In his efforts to evade his pursuer, he had looped around so much that he could no longer discern the direction home.


Being his first or second time outside the Cultivation World, he needed his magic wand to guide the way.


After running for a while and feeling a bit tired, he rested just as the day began to dawn.


He then saw a great mountain ahead, where his stockade was located.


The direction of home was in sight; the Earl rested a while longer to regain strength before continuing the climb.


Having left home for two to three days, this was his longest solo journey, and his family and clanspeople were quite worried.


Seeing him return safe and sound brought them immense joy and relief.


“Earl…


you’re back.” Gefengla’s gaze was tender and full of youthful affection, the kind one reserves for a lover.


Faced with such concerned expressions from a beautiful woman, the Earl was slightly moved.


Yet in front of many potential matches, he did not behave particularly differently.


To the Earl, Gefengla was like a sister.


He did not know what true love was, but he knew that what he felt for Gefengla was not love.


So, where was his Fated Lady?


All he could do was wait for love to find him.


The Earl chatted with his fellow villagers for a bit, explaining that he had been delayed by some matters outside, and chose not to share the dangers he had faced.


Even with his own family, he wouldn’t worry his suitors.


He was back, so why cause more concern?