“Junior Sister!” Lu Qingyan quietly approached Luo Tangtang.
Luo Tangtang turned her head to look at him. “What is it?”
Feeling an object suddenly appear in her palm, Luo Tangtang felt a little strange.
Lu Qingyan smiled, his eyes serious. “The mystic realm is full of dangers. Be careful in everything you do.”
Luo Tangtang lowered her head to look at the talisman in her hand. Lightning patterns were drawn on it with golden threads. Even holding it in her palm, she could feel the surging destructive power within. Its attack power was clearly extremely strong.
“Thank you!” A warm current suddenly surged into Luo Tangtang’s heart. She had been transmigrated for so long, and rarely had anyone shown her such concern.
Lu Qingyan’s lips curved slightly. He rubbed Luo Tangtang’s head. “Why are you being so polite with your Senior Brother?”
Luo Tangtang’s nose instantly tinged with sorrow. She had been forced by that scoundrel Zhi Yu to plot against him together. Looking at it this way, she absolutely cannot give Zhi Yu the Spring Fever Bind.
The scene was unexpectedly warm. Before Luo Tangtang could feel emotional and say a few more sappy words, the surroundings suddenly became restless.
As soon as Luo Tangtang turned her head, she saw a group of figures wearing black robes approaching. Each of them carried thick demonic energy, causing Luo Tangtang to frown involuntarily. Several cultivation disciples standing close to them retreated repeatedly.
They were people from the demon realm!
“Zhi Ge, we meet again!”
A woman in red with a graceful figure flew over. Her snow-white feet were bare, and a red string tied with what looked like red beans was around her left ankle.
The woman laughed charmingly, walking towards Zhi Ge with eyes full of affection. “I only get to see you once every hundred years. Have you missed me?”
What kind of development is this? Luo Tangtang’s eye twitched.
Of course, she wasn’t the only one confused by this development. The crowd began to grow noisy.
“Do these two know each other? What’s going on?”
“Isn’t Venerable Zhi Ge known for his unwavering heart? What is this situation?”
“Ridiculous! This demoness from the demon realm must be spreading nonsense. What kind of person is Venerable Zhi Ge? How could he be involved with this demoness?”
“Tsk tsk, this demoness is indeed quite lovely. Heh heh, I didn’t expect Elder Zhi Ge to have such a romantic entanglement.”
Hua Ziyun’s beautiful eyes trembled slightly as she looked at the person in front of her, whose expression remained unchanged. He didn’t say a word, just stood there quietly, just as he had back then.
Her heart ached a little, and a few tears welled up in her eyes, making her look even more pitifully moving. “After so many years, are you still blaming me? My heart only has you.”
“That matter was so long ago, are you still unable to let go?” Hua Ziyun spoke to herself, completely disregarding how shocking her words were.
After a long time, Zhi Ge finally looked up slightly. His face was expressionless, his tone as calm as still water, without the slightest ripple. “If Elder Hua is talking about you plotting against me and getting chased by the Heavenly Dog a hundred years ago, there’s no need to say more.”
Zhi Ge said plainly, “In a word, it’s not over.”
Hua Ziyun’s face instantly stiffened. She rolled her eyes indelicately, her fair hand gently stroking her temple. “An old man without an ounce of romance, just like those old bald donkeys from White Horse Temple.”
Zhi Ge stepped back, his eyelids scanning Hua Ziyun up and down.
“What kind of look is that?” Hua Ziyun was provoked by Zhi Ge’s gaze of disdain.
“I advise you not to make a move. You still can’t beat me,” Zhi Ge’s gaze fell into the distance.
Above Fallen God Island, space suddenly twisted, like faint ripples spreading across a calm lake surface. It started calmly, then became like a storm over the sea, with the momentum of crashing waves. A chaotic space appeared.
The Extreme North Realm had opened!
“The grievances between the righteous and demonic paths, let the younger generation handle them!” Zhi Ge shifted his gaze back, his eyes slightly lowered.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the space that had appeared above, filled with fervor.
They flew up from the ground and entered one after another. When Luo Tangtang wanted to enter, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
“The entry point is probably random. I might not be able to go in with you,” Luo Tangtang looked innocently at the other person.
That person didn’t say much, just gave Luo Tangtang a deep look and said, “Be careful in everything you do.”
With that, he turned around and entered without hesitation.
Luo Tangtang was stunned for a moment, then shrugged indifferently, finding it inexplicable. When she reached the space above Fallen God Island, she felt a powerful suction force hit her, pulling her entire body in.
“Hiss!” Luo Tangtang groggily opened her eyes. She sat up and looked around. She seemed to have fallen into a forest. Tall trees blocked the sky and sun, the ground beneath her feet was exceptionally damp, and from time to time she saw the corpses of a few unknown creatures inside.
Luo Tangtang had fallen onto the ground… Feeling the dirt on the back of her head, she felt as if she were wearing a crown made of gold – extraordinarily heavy.
She hastily cast a Cleansing Spell on herself. Suddenly, the long cry of a fierce bird came from her ears. Luo Tangtang vigilantly narrowed her eyes.
“System, activate stealth mode. Help me conceal my aura.” Luo Tangtang instructed the system.
“Beginner period is over. No help provided.”
The system’s electronic voice echoed in her mind, sounding particularly cold at this moment.
What? A bird cry streaked across the sky, and an eagle-like bird several feet long with a black crown-like crest on its head swooped down.
Luo Tangtang quickly got up and dodged. The eagle’s eyes were cold, its sharp claws attacking Luo Tangtang again.
Damn it! Luo Tangtang couldn’t care about the system anymore. With a thought, a long sword appeared in her hand. The sword body was light but gleamed with cold light.
Luo Tangtang flashed quickly through the forest, while looking for the right opportunity to strike it a few times. The eagle missed its strikes a few times and was clearly becoming impatient. Its movements also became rougher.
Luo Tangtang’s cultivation wasn’t low, but the eagle was also not easy to provoke. Beasts had always sensed each other. It probably sensed the White Tiger bloodline in Luo Tangtang and wanted to devour it.
It’s time! When the eagle attacked from a corner, Luo Tangtang threw the polished black obsidian stone hidden in her hand forcefully, hitting the opponent’s eye directly. The eagle immediately wailed. Luo Tangtang seized the opportunity. With a flash of cold light, she plunged the blade into the eagle’s neck.
Blood gushed out. Luo Tangtang’s breathing was a little unstable, but she didn’t stop her actions. She directly dug out the eagle’s inner core with her hand, and then quickly left.
The commotion from the fight earlier was quite loud, and the smell of blood would attract more demonic beasts. She had to leave the scene quickly.
Along the way, Luo Tangtang was extremely careful, casting many Cleansing Spells on herself to remove the smell of blood, and cautiously concealing her aura.
This time, the journey was peaceful, but she also found traces of many fights, which didn’t look like they were from demonic beasts, but rather between cultivators.
After seeing several cultivators’ corpses again, Luo Tangtang became even more vigilant. In the mystic realm, the righteous and demonic paths tacitly allowed fighting between disciples.
Therefore, Luo Tangtang had to guard not only against the dangers within the mystic realm but also against harm from the demon realm and other cultivation sects.
Luo Tangtang instantly felt a headache coming on.
But before she could be troubled for long, she heard sounds of quarreling up ahead.
“As expected, you cultivators are shameless.”
“Murdering and snatching treasures, stopping at nothing evil!”
Luo Tangtang: ?? What’s going on…
Her steps, which were originally intended to move away quietly, instantly stopped. Luo Tangtang looked ahead, then looked away, repeating this a few times, before still silently moving forward.
Secretly pushing aside the weeds blocking her way, an open space appeared before her eyes.
It was a girl dressed in black robes. In her arms, she held a young man who looked very tall but whose face was pale.
Several men dressed in azure robes stood before them. They didn’t look like they were from the Supreme Immortal Sect.
While she was thinking, the few people had already started arguing.
“Why talk reason with you demonic cultivators? Isn’t the cultivation world like this? The strong prey on the weak, survival of the fittest.” The man in the center leisurely paced, his tone gentle.
“Key character triggered: Xu Huanchen!” The system’s voice silently sounded.
“Hmm?” Luo Tangtang raised her eyebrow.
Xu Huanchen was somewhat of an anomaly in the entire book. While all the excellent men liked her excellent Senior Sister, this Xu Huanchen liked – her!
That’s right, Luo Tangtang rubbed her forehead, feeling an unspeakable mix of embarrassment and helplessness.
Xu Huanchen was the Senior Brother of Myriad Radiance Sect. After Luo Tangtang eventually died, he directly fell into the demonic path, constantly causing trouble for the protagonist.
Of course, he himself wasn’t a good person either.
Just like now…
Xu Huanchen chuckled lightly, his gaze moving to his sword sheath. “I’ll give you two choices. Either you both die, or one lives and one dies.”
Tsk tsk, truly wicked to the core, Luo Tangtang couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.
“You—” The young girl from the demon realm instantly became furious, her eyes turning red.
But Xu Huanchen was indifferent. He said dismissively, “Anyway, you’ve already said I’m shameless, so why should I be polite with you?”
“If I die, can you let her go?” Suddenly, the young man in the demonic cultivator’s arms spoke. His eyes stared blankly at Xu Huanchen.
“No,” the demonic cultivator pressed the young man’s hand, tears streaming down.
“What kind of show are you putting on?” Xu Huanchen’s face instantly darkened. “Just now you tried to ambush me, and now you’re putting on an act of deep affection here.”
Xu Huanchen sneered, his face full of disdain. “Does that mean you don’t have to die?”
“Since you want to exterminate us—” The woman in black robes slowly helped the young man in her arms stand up.
“Then don’t force me,” the demonic cultivator’s eyes flashed with cold light. She didn’t know what she held in her hand, but she sprinkled it towards Xu Huanchen and the others.
“Retreat,” someone shouted loudly.
It seemed to be a powdery substance. When it was sprinkled, it was so fine it was almost colorless, but it gradually deepened in color in the air, turning dark gray.
Xu Huanchen and the others were all stained by a lot of it.
“Haha!” The young man, who had been pale, now had an unnatural flush on his face. A hint of greed flashed in his eyes as he looked at Xu Huanchen with a raw, possessive gaze.
A hint of disgust flashed in Xu Huanchen’s eyes. “Don’t look at me with that kind of expression. It’s sickening.”
“Go ahead and curse, go ahead and curse. Anyway, your body will be mine in a moment,” the young man wasn’t angered, even looking playful.
“That’s right! Do you know what I just sprinkled?” The woman in black robes chuckled softly.
“What?” Xu Huanchen was expressionless.
“Ungrateful.” A hint of annoyance flashed in the black-robed woman’s eyes, but it was quickly suppressed. “That is Bewitching Powder that can temporarily make even Nascent Soul stage cultivators lose their cultivation!”