Rebirth of the Innkeeper's Wife: She's Not to Be Messed With

Chapter 143 The Boy in White

Thinking of this, she made a quick decision, grabbed Xu Yan who was still calling out anxiously, and said in a low voice.

"Stop shouting, let's go check out that hole first. Maybe we can find a solution." With that, the group cautiously and stealthily approached the large tree.

When they arrived at the cave entrance and peered inside, they saw that the cave was dark and gloomy.

In the dim light, one could see a boy dressed in white sitting quietly on a rock, playing a flute held horizontally.

Around him, many strange runes flickered, moving slowly in the air like living things, emitting a chilling light.

Without a word, Huan Yue moved with ghostly speed towards the boy.

However, the young man was no ordinary person. He reacted very quickly, easily dodging Huan Yue's fierce attack with a sidestep.

At the same time, the flute music in the boy's hand suddenly changed, and the originally melodious and pleasant tune instantly became sharp and piercing.

As the flute music changed, countless thick vines, as if alive, wrapped around Huan Yuechu and her group from all directions.

Huan Yuechu's beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed, and her originally calm face instantly turned cold.

At the same time, a long sword gleaming with a cold light appeared in her slender, jade-like hand!

With a slight flick of her wrist, the longsword drew a sharp arc in the air, slashing fiercely at the approaching vines with a whistling sound.

With a crisp "crack," the tough vine snapped, wisps of smoke rising from the break.

Seeing this, the others who were also trapped in the predicament with Huan Yuechu did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, and all used their best skills to resist the crazy attack of the vines.

The senior among them was chanting incantations and quickly forming a complex hand seal with his hands.

In an instant, a burst of blazing flames erupted from his palm, roaring like a fire dragon as it pounced on the endless stream of vines.

Wherever it went, the vines were burned to ashes, and a pungent, burnt smell filled the air.

At the same time, Mu Yang remained unusually calm in the face of such a sudden and fierce attack.

He remained calm and composed, simply waving his arm seemingly casually.

Just then, several streaks of cold light shot out from his wide sleeves like meteors.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the gleaming light was actually from a sharp hidden arrow he had concealed in his sleeve!

These hidden arrows were incredibly fast, like lightning streaking across the night sky, severing the rapidly approaching vines with deadly precision in the blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of the moment when the vines' attack slowed down slightly due to the resistance of the group.

Huan Yuechu flashed and, like a ghost, sped towards the white-robed youth once more.

This time, she clearly changed her tactics, wielding her longsword with even greater agility and unpredictability.

Sometimes he would feint to lure his opponent into a trap, and sometimes he would deliver a powerful thrust to strike at their vital points.

The swordsmanship was so exquisite that it was dazzling and overwhelming.

Upon seeing this, the young man in white frowned slightly, inwardly realizing something was amiss.

His body kept dodging left and right, and his once steady steps became unsteady and swaying.

Then look at the tip of the sword in Huan Yuechu's hand, which is flashing with cold light, and it is thrusting straight at him like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

With each step forward, the distance between him and the sword tip shortened, and it was about to strike his vitals!

At this moment, he seemed to be in a desperate situation, with absolutely no room for escape...

However, at this critical moment, the boy suddenly took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, and blew hard.

In an instant, a melodious and lingering flute melody suddenly rang out, resounding through the sky.

The flute music rippled outwards like waves, creating subtle ripples in the surrounding space.

Caught off guard, Huan Yuechu felt an overwhelming force surging towards her.

Before she could react, she was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Fortunately, she was highly skilled and managed to regain her balance after several somersaults in the air.

However, Huan Yuechu clearly had no intention of giving up.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes revealing unwavering determination and resolve.

She quickly extended her right index finger and, without hesitation, put it in her mouth and bit down hard.

Immediately, blood gushed out and flowed down his fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, she gently wiped her blood-stained fingers on the blade of the sword.

In an instant, the originally dull and lackluster sword suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, like a blazing sun in the sky.

With a sharp cry, Huan Yuechu drew her sword and charged toward the boy like a bolt of lightning once more.

At the same time, she also shouted, "Everyone, attack together and focus your attacks on his flute!"

Upon hearing her words, everyone around her immediately understood.

In an instant, the flashing of swords, the force of fists and palms, and all sorts of magical light intertwined and swept towards the flute in the boy's hand like a tidal wave.

Despite the fierce attack, the boy remained calm and composed.

A slight, almost imperceptible sly smile appeared on his lips.

Taking advantage of the chaos created by the group's attacks, Huan Yuechu leaped forward like a ghost.

She swiftly closed in on him, reaching out a delicate hand to snatch the flute he was clutching tightly.

But just as Huan Yuechu's fingertips were about to touch the flute, the boy moved...

With a slight flick of his wrist, the movement was gentle yet possessed an indescribable agility, as if he were holding not an ordinary flute, but a divine artifact capable of controlling all things in the world.

As he skillfully changed the angle at which he played the flute, in an instant, a powerful and invisible force surged forth like a raging torrent!

This force came on strong, like Mount Tai crushing an egg, and forcefully pushed Huan Yuechu back several steps.

However, Huan Yuechu was not someone who would be easily defeated. She quickly steadied herself, a hint of stubbornness and defiance flashing in her eyes.

After a brief adjustment, she launched an even fiercer attack on her opponent without hesitation.

For a moment, tensions rose between the two, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate and unable to determine a winner, Wen Xingyu, who had been under the control of the flute, suddenly let out a painful groan.

The groan was like a thunderclap that broke the deadlock, instantly drawing everyone's attention.