Could it be that I am the cruel villain?-Chapter 802 - 460: I’m Afraid They Won’t Fight

"Really troublesome..."

Immediately deducing that the group following behind must be disciples of Divine Thunder Valley.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, fingers tapping irregularly on his thigh, head downcast, eyes showing a fierce light; Cen Yueyue's keen eyes did not miss this small gesture, understanding Jiang Feng's temperament, she guessed he was likely contemplating murder; even she found them annoying.

"Xu Huoyao can leave no trace, and as for their sect elder's belongings, they can be mixed in with Blood Ganoderma and thrown to the Dragon Fish."

The couple, ruthless in their discussions. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Casually discussing methods to kill and destroy evidence, she even contemplated the backup plans devised by the elders because she carried items from her father for emergencies.

Silence.

After a short while, she shook her head.

"Can't defeat them."

"Why can't you defeat them? They have been fighting that fish for such a long time, even if uninjured, their Spiritual Energy must be exhausted; the Gu Worm tells me that even their Divine Souls are somewhat unstable. Although we have also battled, we've suffered minimal loss; besides, you have this."

With a cold laugh.

Raising her index, middle finger, and thumb in a gesture that modern people might recognize as the sign for firearms.

When a woman sets her heart to be ruthless, she is in no way inferior to a man; the journey so far has been vexing—encountering Qingluan leading to small losses, chased everywhere by demon beasts, and later confronted by troublesome people forcing her to navigate through dirty sewers.

Finally nearing the core area, she was obstructed by a residual soul, unable to advance or retreat; even under such dire circumstances, the pursuers refused to relent, her frustration boiled over with no outlet, so she lightly elbowed Mr. Jiang, her expression mysterious.

"Hey, where's that fire stick in your pants?"

"I..."

Whoosh!

Before the sentence could be completed.

A curious gaze, slightly amused and intrigued, darted over from a distance.

Miss Qingluan, who was busy searching through useful texts.

Blinking, she even glanced a few more times at Cen Yueyue, surprised by this fiery young lady's audacities, then shifted to Jiang Feng with a gaze full of teasing implications as if she was about to ask.

"Seriously going to whip it out right here?"

Expression hardening.

"This is called firearms, firearms! Last time it was called a detonator, detonator!"

A vein bulged on his forehead.

"Ahem, understood. Bring two more, forget Divine Thunder Valley disciples, even that Water Monkey could be utterly vanquished; didn't that big cat perish in such a manner last time?"

As if realizing her language might be somewhat inappropriate, Miss Cen blushed slightly. However, what impressed her most was the time when chased down by Wu Mingsheng over seven hundred miles—the sheer power of that item was beyond imagination.

"Yes, killing them is not difficult."

Jiang Feng's reply was unexpected.

"The challenge is how we can survive."

"Frankly speaking, to prepare for unforeseen circumstances on this journey, I brought several dozens of them, each much more potent than those used last time against Wu Mingsheng."

"But they can't be used recklessly; upon detonation, the entire cave might collapse. Moreover, they have the upper hand in realm, without resorting to trickery, even if both of us fought desperately, at most, we'd manage a draw against their Nascent Soul Stage leader."

"Do you plan to rely on outsiders to deal with the rest? Even severely injured disciples from wealthy families at Middle Grade or High Grade Core Formation would fight with their lives; the final outcome would be us buried here side by side."

"Even a cornered rabbit would bite, not to mention those tailing us being formidable tigers; the commotion outside hasn't ceased for at least an hour, able to fight on with merely injuries, their prowess is undeniable."

"At least their leader is a direct disciple of Divine Thunder Valley, among the Third Generation Disciples, likely a candidate for future Sect Master..."

"Got it, so what do you plan to do?" Cen Yueyue grumbled.

Her expression somewhat displeased, but she was mature enough to discern priorities; according to Jiang Feng's speculation, dealing with Divine Thunder Valley's core disciple, whose remains cannot be viably destroyed, would be a significant problem.

Their identities were both immensely significant: one representing Swordmaster Peak, the other Cen Family Village; typically, there existed mutual non-interference. Had Jiang Feng not inadvertently acquired Divine Thunder Valley's secret techniques, they wouldn't have directly come to confront him.

"Redirect disaster, catch the enemy by surprise."

"Hmm?"

Tilting her head slightly.

Those eight words seemed unfathomably disconnected at first. Conversely, Qingluan, who had been organizing scattered scrolls and parchment within the cave, approached while holding several bamboo slips and yellowed sheepskin parchments.

"The residual soul of Hou Clan Leader is tied to the Spirit Communication Stone, its power impressive; even a fragment of this soul cannot be handled by a Nascent Soul Stage; the disciples of Divine Thunder Valley on our tail are oblivious to the winding paths below this channel."

"Continuing forward will inevitably result in confrontation with Hou Clan Leader's residual soul, especially as outsiders, armed conflict seems unavoidable; if they engage, we can bypass the Hou Clan Leader and directly enter the heart of the Old Capital."

"As for the 'catch the enemy by surprise' mentioned by the young lord... I suspect it's about garnering goodwill from them."

And indeed, a royal descendant.

The conflict and competition among sect forces, while intricate, do not equate in magnitude to that with the Royal Family; especially in a regime-bound country like Dongyue, their upbringing and education honed their skill in delicately navigating human emotions.