The middle-aged coachman attacked again.
The two Demon Beasts wanted to cry but had no tears.
Clearly, this guy wasn't their match, but for some reason, they couldn't fight back at all.
They could only take the beating.
It was too humiliating.
They had never been this humiliated in their lives.
The coachman, on the other hand, felt amazing.
He only had an Early Condensing Core cultivation, yet he was rubbing two Mid Condensing Core beasts into the dirt.
So satisfying!
Before long, the Wolf Demon and Bear Demon were beaten until they vomited blood, screaming in misery.
On the carriage, Big Fuzz yawned.
Yawn.
The pressure pinning the two beasts down instantly vanished.
Sensing this, the Bear Demon and Wolf Demon scrambled up and fled into the distance without looking back.
They didn't dare stay a second longer.
If that pressure returned, they would really leave their lives here.
"I didn't expect these humans to be protected by a Demon King! We almost died!"
"That Demon King must have shown mercy, or we wouldn't have been able to run at all."
The two beasts ran faster than ever.
In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.
The coachman didn't chase them.
He quickly returned to the carriage.
"Young Miss, I have driven away the two Demon Beasts."
The Young Nobleman was still shaken. "Will they come back?"
The coachman shook his head.
"Probably not."
The Young Nobleman sighed in relief.
"That's good."
The coachman hesitated.
"Young Miss... I feel like there was an Expert secretly helping us."
The Young Nobleman froze.
"Why do you say that?"
"Those two beasts actually had higher cultivation bases than me. Logically, fighting one would be a struggle, let alone defeating two."
"But just now, they seemed to be suppressed by some force. They let me hit them without fighting back."
"If not for that, I wouldn't have stood a chance."
Hearing this, The Young Nobleman thought it made sense.
But the problem was, where was this Expert?
They hadn't hired anyone to protect them in secret.
Could it be?
The coachman and the Young Nobleman simultaneously looked at Quinn Ye, who was shivering in the corner of the carriage.
"Could it be him?"
Both of them guessed.
Among them, only Quinn was an unknown variable.
But the Young Nobleman quickly dismissed the idea.
"He is just a mortal. He has no cultivation at all. He can't be an Expert."
The Young Nobleman thought to herself.
The coachman, however, wasn't so sure.
He stared at Quinn, trying to find some clue.
But no matter how closely he observed, he couldn't find a trace of an Expert's aura on Quinn.
"Did I overthink it?"
The coachman was puzzled.
"Why are you guys looking at me?"
Quinn looked suspicious.
"Nothing."
The Young Nobleman shook her head.
The coachman didn't say anything more.
He continued to drive the carriage, whipping the horses to leave this place quickly.
Inside the carriage.
The Young Nobleman kept glancing at Quinn from time to time.
Quinn felt uncomfortable under her gaze.
"What is your name?"
The Young Nobleman realized she didn't even know his name yet.
"Quinn Ye."
The Young Nobleman paused. "Are you from the Ye Family?"
Quinn looked blank.
"Ye Family? What Ye Family?"
Seeing that Quinn didn't seem to be faking it, and considering that if he were from that Ye Family, he wouldn't be cultivation-less...
"Never mind."
The Young Nobleman brushed it off.
Quinn was speechless.
So mysterious.
What is she playing at?
"Is your surname Xiao?"
Quinn asked proactively.
"Yes. My name is Sia Xiao."
"Sia? Sounds like 'See ya'. That's an unlucky name."
Quinn commented.
"It sounds like you're going to vanish or say goodbye forever."
Sia's face turned black.
"It's not 'See ya'! It's Sia!"
"Oh, oh."
Sia rolled her eyes.
Quinn stroked the rabbit in his arms.
"Uh, how about you let me go? I'm just an ordinary person. I'm useless to you."
Sia snorted lightly.
"How are you useless? You can tell me stories."
Quinn smiled bitterly. "How about I write down the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes for you? You can read it slowly, and then let me go. Deal?"
Hearing this, Sia thought it was acceptable.
Although she was willful, she knew when to stop.
She had already dragged Quinn along for so long and made him tell stories for hours. That was enough.
Keeping him longer would be excessive.
"Fine. Write it then."
"You got it."
Quinn immediately started writing.
There were paper and brush in the carriage. Although it was a traditional brush, Quinn had been brutally trained by the System. He had mastered Calligraphy.
Whether it was Running Script, Regular Script, or Cursive Script, he could handle them with ease.
He could casually reach the level of a Calligraphy Grandmaster.
At first, Sia didn't pay attention.
But when she glanced over and saw Quinn's writing, she froze.
Quinn's characters were elegant and free-flowing. Every stroke was perfect, making one feel comfortable just looking at them.
Watching Quinn's posture as he wrote was sheer enjoyment.
"Your handwriting... is this good?"
Sia exclaimed in surprise.
Quinn smiled slightly.
"It's alright. Just so-so."
So-so?
Sia looked at the characters that were vigorous yet graceful.
If this is "so-so," then my handwriting can only be described as chicken scratch.
It took a whole night.
Quinn finally finished writing The Legend of the Condor Heroes.
Of course.
To save time, Quinn only summarized the main plot points, which was why he finished in one night.
"Finally done."
Quinn rubbed his sore wrist and handed the dozen pages to Sia.
"Oh right. Let me draw you an illustration too."
Quinn drew a picture.
It was the scene of Guo Jing bending his bow to shoot the eagles.
This drawing, naturally, was also exquisite.
Quinn's painting skills, like his calligraphy, were honed under the System's torture.
This painting left Sia dumbfounded.
It was as if a hero really appeared before her eyes—standing in the vast desert, holding a precious bow, nocking an arrow, and shooting two eagles with one shot.
That intense impact. That realistic shock.
For a moment, Sia was completely captivated by the painting, forgetting everything else.
"Ahem."
Quinn coughed.
Sia was still staring blankly at the painting.
"Uh, Miss Sia."
Quinn reminded her.
Sia woke up from her trance.
She looked at Quinn dazedly.
"What is it?"
"I'm leaving now."
Quinn said.
"Oh. Stop the carriage."
Sia shouted.
The carriage stopped.
Quinn immediately hugged his rabbit and got off. Big Fuzz jumped down too.
Sia poked her head out of the window.
"If fate allows, let's meet again."
Quinn smiled and nodded.
The carriage continued forward.
Quinn let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally free.
But then he looked around.
And felt confused again.
"Where the hell am I?"