Chapter 938: Chasing Acceleration

Jing Liu did not answer.

But her chin retracted a half‑inch slightly.

Sai Fei Er seized the moment.

The retreating step jumped from a half‑step to a full step, and the tone shifted from sarcasm to a more sincere channel: "Look, Bai Hang, suppose she really returns—what does she care about most? Luofu. You all. You. It's not whether you can catch up to her, not whether you can keep her, but whether you can live properly."

"Honestly, the way you are now is a bit scary."

"I'm not saying you're not good‑looking—you're very good‑looking, always have been—but when you were pinching ice in the alley just now, if Bai Hang saw that scene, how heart‑broken would she be?"

Jing Liu's mouth moved slightly, as if biting onto a word about to slip out.

Sai Fei Er took another step back.

Her rear heel had already stepped onto the edge of the orange aura at the alley's exit; one more step back would return her to the main street.

"So, I think…"

Sai Fei Er's voice grew softer, as if blending with the night wind: "Instead of chasing me here, why not go back and get a good night's sleep? As for Bai Hang, whether she returns or not, there's no rush. You've waited for her all these years; missing just one night won't matter~"

Jing Liu still stood rooted in place.

White hair draped over the shoulders, covering half the face, while the Eye Mask covered the other half—nothing could be seen.

Then, in that mutual silence,

Sai Fei Er turned and ran.

No looking back. No need!

Because the moment she fled, she caught a sound from behind: the crack of shattering ice crystals and a sigh.

"Done!"

Sai Fei Er gave herself a mental thumbs‑up, then, while passing a fruit stall, snatched an apple, took a big bite—crunch, sweet to the perfect degree.

She ran, ate the apple, and shed Bai Hang's disguise simultaneously.

Silver‑blue short hair shot out from beneath the white long hair, cat ears popped from the Fox Ears spot, a sleek cat Tail replaced the fluffy fox tail, and its swing produced a light whoosh.

She devoured the apple in a few bites, tossed the core behind her, and it landed precisely in the opening of a street‑side trash can.

Then she began to accelerate.

Real acceleration.

If her previous speed was a stroll, now it's a jog.

Sai Fei Er is a Deceitful Divine Authority demigod; her Deceitful Divine Authority essentially distorts reality by weaving lies, and a lie works only if others believe it—the more and deeper the belief, the closer the lie approaches truth.

Dan Heng, in the Scale Abyss Realm, believed her story about Bai Hang, and the effect of the Deceitful Divine Authority pushed his imitation of Bai Hang from "resembling" to "almost being the very person."

Conversely, if she doesn't want anyone to believe anything, she can reduce her presence to near zero.

Like right now.

Tail tucked behind, nearly parallel to the ground; each footfall is over eighty percent quieter than before, and her breathing is suppressed to the lowest level.

She even began using the Deceitful Divine Authority to create false footsteps behind her, the sounds running toward the left side alley while she hid behind the right‑hand clothes‑rack.

Then a second false footstep, a third, a fourth, like a stone tossed into a pond, rippling outward into every surrounding alley.

Sai Fei Er hid behind a hanging sheet, peeking through the cotton weave, a mischievous grin curling her mouth like a cat catching a mouse.

"Come, Teacher Jing Liu, pick one. If you pick wrong—"

Her mutterings weren't finished when a shadow blocked the moonlight overhead.

She slowly lifted her head.

Jing Liu stood on the windowsill three floors above her, looking down, white long hair hanging down.

The burgundy pupils visible beyond the Eye Mask glowed cold in the moonlight like two gems freshly mined from deep ice.

"…picked wrong......"

Sai Fei Er dryly supplied the rest of the sentence herself.

Immediately she vaulted out from behind the sheet, springing off the horizontal rod of the clothes‑rack, grabbing the edge of the second‑floor windowsill and pulling herself through an open window.

Inside the window was a tailoring shop piled with fabric; she stepped onto a sewing machine, leapt through, smashed open the opposite window, landed in another alley, rolled half a circle to absorb impact, then sprang up and turned right.

Jing Liu did not follow through the window.

She dropped straight from the third‑floor windowsill, braced both sides of the alley wall to slow, and when she landed her boot soles left a two‑meter ice trail, then chased toward the direction Sai Fei Er had turned.

They entered the second round in the residential‑area alleys.

Sai Fei Er's advantage lay in speed and direction changes; she could execute three feints within a few tenths of a second—swing left then instantly dash up the right wall, or rush forward three steps and suddenly flip back.

Her body was as light as a paper lifted by wind, drifting through the alleys, each step landing on the most unexpected spots: the clothes‑rack rod, the windowsill edge, a half‑brick protrusion on the wall.

Jing Liu's advantage was experience and anticipation.

She clearly would not chase Sai Fei Er's feints, but would position herself in the direction Sai Fei Er was most likely to flee, not pursuing her but waiting.

Several times Sai Fei Er vaulted over a wall, landed, looked up, and saw Jing Liu already standing on the opposite roof, looking down at her.

Another time, she slid down a drainage pipe intending to slip into a narrow alley, only to find the entrance sealed by a semi‑transparent ice wall; behind it stood Jing Liu, holding a freshly formed Ice Sword, its tip tapping the ground—tap, tap, tap—like a metronome.

Sai Fei Er did not panic.

She even brushed her bangs in the ice‑wall's reflection, then performed a back‑hand flip and fled the other way.

The third round unfolded on the commercial district's rooftops.

It was higher, more open, and more dangerous; Changletian's soaring eaves formed undulating waves in the night, each tile glittering under moonlight.

Sai Fei Er ran on the roof with a wholly different style, leaping between two buildings while spinning a full 360 degrees in mid‑air, purely for fun.

Yet Jing Liu stayed within three body lengths behind her at all times.

Every time Sai Fei Er thought she'd shaken her off, a peripheral glance would catch that white silhouette—sometimes emerging from an advertisement's shadow, sometimes swooping just before the moon overhead, like a silent white giant bird.

As Sai Fei Er leapt from an abandoned rooftop, spun three times in mid‑air, and landed steadily on a stone bridge, ready to run toward the opposite bank, she suddenly noticed a reflective layer beneath her foot on the bridge.

Looking down, the bridge surface was iced over.

The ice spread rapidly from under her feet in all directions, and within three seconds the entire stone bridge turned into an ice bridge, even the stone lions on the railings were frozen into ice sculptures.

The ice was as slippery as if oiled, directly causing Sai Fei Er to stagger backward, but at the moment she fell she actually pushed off the ground with her hands, using that momentum to do a handstand, then pushed with her palms on the ice, sliding forward in a handstand for two meters, and finally used a breakdance move to spring herself up, landing steadily on the unfrozen ground on the far side of the bridge.

After landing, she still flamboyantly posed with one hand on the ground, striking a gymnast's finishing pose, her cat tail stood up and she made a hook gesture.

"Phew, phew, I almost fell, good thing my core strength is strong."