Chapter Four: The Stranger and the Hawk

Under the full moon, amidst a sea of flowers in the valley.

Shi Fei found a spot and lay down flat.

The moonlight was beautiful, the flowers were beautiful; sleeping in such a place was indeed pleasant.

Most importantly, it was not cold here—it was warm.

“Good! Very good!” Shi Fei was pleased with this place.

“Thank you!” He closed his eyes, ready to sleep.

Qingqing looked at him and said, “This is the Valley of Sorrows!”

Shi Fei didn’t want to listen; he was already very sleepy, so he remained silent.

Qingqing continued, “This is the boundary between humans and gods. Not only can ordinary people not come here casually, gods cannot come here casually either.”

“Snore~” Shi Fei was already snoring.

He was truly exhausted; the day’s work had drained his spirit, and the body in his dream made him physically tired.

He had been drowsy since earlier, and upon arriving here, he fell asleep almost instantly.

“You…” Qingqing wanted to say more but saw Shi Fei fast asleep.

What a strange man.

It was as if he had come here just to sleep.

She placed Shi Fei’s sword beside him, then held her flower basket for a moment before preparing to leave.

At that moment, a shadow suddenly flew across the sky, blocking the moonlight like a dark cloud.

But it was not a cloud—it was an eagle.

Seeing the eagle, Qingqing showed a peculiar expression, then moved to a high green stone nearby.

There were no flowers on the stone, only a single blade of grass.

A verdant blade, more beautiful than flowers, greener than jade.

She had come tonight for this very blade of grass.

The eagle in the sky seemed to notice the blade as well and dove down like a shooting star!

Seeing the eagle descend, Qingqing waved her sleeve, which flowed like drifting clouds, aiming toward the eagle’s eyes.

The eagle let out a long cry, echoing through the valley, then flew away and disappeared into the northern sky.

That piercing eagle cry startled Shi Fei awake from his slumber.

Suddenly roused from sleep, he felt a bit dizzy.

“Seems like this place isn’t suitable for sleeping?” Shi Fei said, holding his head.

Who would expect an eagle at night?

Are eagles nocturnal animals?

Qingqing stood on the green stone and said to him, “It’s usually very quiet here.”

Shi Fei replied, “So tonight isn’t usual, huh?”

Qingqing only said, “Tonight’s moon is very beautiful.”

The round moon, the cold silver moonlight, the flowers filling the valley—what could be more beautiful?

Shi Fei turned over and said, “It would be perfect if no one disturbed me.”

Sleeping is really hard!

Is this what a dream feels like?

Qingqing looked toward the sky and said, “It seems your hope has been dashed.”

A cry echoed from the sky once more—the eagle had returned.

Not only did it return, but a person dismounted from the eagle’s back.

A man no taller than three feet, dressed in a golden silk robe reaching his knees, with a sword behind him.

A four-foot sword!

The golden sheath dragged on the ground.

A three-foot man, a three-foot robe, and a four-foot sword.

Most striking was his beard, which was longer than his robe.

Without a doubt, this was a strange man.

The moonlight was clear and bright; the golden robe and sword sheath shimmered with a radiant glow.

He seemed not human—like a deity from strange tales.

Such a being could only appear in dreams.

Shi Fei glanced twice, then went back to sleep.

Whether it was the blue fox or the strange man, neither was more important than sleep.

He felt a twinge of regret.

Had he known the valley would be so lively, he might not have come here.

But the cave was too cold.

No one can resist a warm place.

Drowsy, he soon fell asleep again.

In his sleep, he was awakened once more.

He heard wild laughter—that of the strange man.

“So it really is this sword. Heaven has eyes; I finally found it.”

Then came the sound of a sword being drawn!

“Can you not speak so loudly!” Shi Fei was woken up again and again, growing genuinely annoyed.

Even a creature made of mud would be angry if repeatedly disturbed during sleep!

The strange man held his golden sword but didn’t glance at Shi Fei once. To him, Shi Fei was as insignificant as an ant.

His eyes were fixed only on Qingqing, or rather, the curved blade in her hand.

Seven characters were inscribed on that blade.

The chilling, murderous sword aura made Shi Fei unable to open his eyes. When he finally did, he saw sword light swirling everywhere, and Qingqing was enveloped in it!

Sword energy sliced through the air; the sword howled!

“Still not drawing your blade?”

Amid the roaring sword wind, the strange man spoke each word deliberately.

He was waiting for Qingqing to draw her sword, eager to witness its power.

Qingqing placed her hand on the hilt, hesitating—she did not draw her blade.

Drawing the sword had only one outcome!

“Kill!”

The strange man shouted fiercely; sword light flashed like lightning, brighter and faster than any bolt.

With a flash, Qingqing fell from the rock.

The rock was tall; she landed on the ground and then collapsed, right near Shi Fei.

The strange man did not let her go. The elder leapt down from the rock like a falling leaf.

In his palm was a sword, its tip aimed at Qingqing’s heart.

This strike was precise, ruthless, swift, merciless—the absolute killing blow!

Shi Fei watched, stunned. He had not expected such a result.

A dwarf elder beating a young fox spirit girl—dreams truly contained everything.

Could he stand by and watch the strange man kill Qingqing?

He could not!

Could he defeat the strange man?

He could not either.

But he had a weapon—a weapon that should not even exist here.

This was a dream; dreams had everything.

With a bang, an American-style iaido pistol burst forth with a spark!

Of course, the shot missed.

For a novice with a firearm, even a few meters was enough to miss.

But the strange man was startled by the shot.

With his keen eyesight, he sensed a very fast object whiz past him.

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