38 Poisonous Field II

"It isn't strange to see a female cultivator… but it is seeing one alone and with a child…" As if trying to explain to her tilted her head of doubt, the man on purple that stood the most forward said.

She nodded lightly and said, "But ten people aren't a bit too…"

"Too much. Indeed, but I know what desperate woman can do," he shuddered a bit as though he had faced what he said before.

'… I was going to say a bit too little but oh well…'

"I see… I was a bit upset since my walk was interrupted but thanks to amh… his politeness and your funny self, my mood got better so…

"Why don't you all go back? I really don't want to disturb the child's sleep." Her ruined mood was better now, indeed; however, the ones who were in a good mood when they came to her were now in a bad one.

"You…"

"Haa-," she shook her head when she felt their rushing energy and with a swift move she disappeared.

"Ugh."

SPLASH.

The throat of the man on purple who was talking was cut in an instant.

"Ah!"

"No!"

SPLASH!

"Wait, no…"

FLOP.

In no time, the ten men clad in purple were killed.

SLASH. She swung the wooden dagger in the empty air out of routine to clean away the blood; it wasn't needed though, her slashes when cutting flesh had been so fast that no blood stained her dagger.

"You are…"

"Shhh… Even though you are such a burly man, you are kinda smart and… polite. So let me ask you, do you still want this child?"

"… No," he shook his head and so did his companions.

"Then, why are you all still here?!" She giggled.

They froze before bowing, "We thank your mercy, Her Holiness."

"Your politeness and no-stupidity are the ones that should be thanked," she replied. The burly man had been the only one whose energy didn't rush to attack so she decided to spare him and his men. Although, it seems, they still misjudged her strength as she wasn't a Holy Child cultivator but a Saint; they were missing the 'virtuous' word in the middle.