Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

"Pei Yu..."

"Pei Yu!"

Bai Shenyi woke up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes he saw bright light shining through the window curtains.

Bai Shenyi stood up on the bed with one hand, rubbed his nose with the other hand and slowly exhaled.

The door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and Bai Shenyi looked over subconsciously.

The man was wearing the uniform of the inner disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, wearing a white robe, carrying a sword, and wearing a green jade crown to tie his hair up.

Bai Shenyi pursed his cracked lips and said, "Master Xiao."

"General Bai, you are finally awake."

Xiao Ling put the food in his hand on the table, then poured a cup of water from the teapot and handed it to Bai Shenyi.

After Bai Shenyi drank all the water, he asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

Xiao Ling saw Bai Shenyi's worry: "It's only three hours, not a long time. There is still some time before the Immortal Sect election, you don't have to worry."

"That's good, thank you, Master Xiao..."

"Just call me Senior Brother. I'm only seven years older than you."

"Senior Brother Xiao." Bai Shenyi said.

Xiao Ling nodded, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Are you really going to die, little brat? The strength of the Beiyuan Lion is no less than that of an eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator. You know that a little brat who has just entered the Qi Refining realm would be courting death if he goes there!"

Bai Shenyi: "None of the cultivators present at the time could suppress this lion. With my strength, I would be seriously injured if I were to be roared by it a few more times. It is better to give it a try."

Xiao Ling: "Are you trying your best?"

Bai Shenyi hummed.

Xiao Ling felt that if he continued talking to this reckless brat, he would probably get angry to death.

Xiao Ling stood up and said, "There are still three days until the Immortal Sect election. Your internal injuries from the lion's roar are not serious. Take the time to recuperate and prepare for the next competition."

"Yes, Brother Xiao."

"Since you call me Senior Brother, you should show your strength and truly become a disciple of the Holy Sword Sect."

Xiao Ling said.

Xiao Ling: "Go eat now."

Bai Shenyi got out of bed, walked to the table, picked up the noodles with chopsticks and ate them.

"Brother Xiao."

"What's up?"

"Was it the Seventh Elder who came to the inn and stopped the lion today?"

Xiao Ling stared at Bai Shenyi for a long while, then smiled: "What are you thinking about? The Seventh Elder is usually elusive. Not to mention stopping the lion, he didn't even show up when the Holy Sword Sect's alchemy room was blown up."

"It was your Senior Brother Yan Sheng who stopped the lion. He and I are the managers of the contestants in this Immortal Sect election. You were also brought back by Yan Sheng."

Xiao Ling patted Bai Shenyi on the shoulder and said, "When you are selected, you will have a chance to see Uncle Seven again."

The door was closed by Xiao Ling with a creak.

Bai Shenyi bit the noodles in his mouth, staring at the swaying light and shadow and fell into deep thought.

Was the figure he saw before he fell into coma really not Pei Yu?

If it is really Yan Sheng, it seems to make sense...

But he remembered the fluctuations of spiritual power he saw in his hazy consciousness.

It's the familiar crystal blue.

"Brother Yan!"

"Hello, Senior Brother Yan!"

"Brother Yan..."

"Hey? Senior Brother Yan, weren't you sent by the Third Elder to manage the disciples participating in the Immortal Sect's election?"

"Brother Yan?"

The disciple of the Holy Sword Sect scratched his head and looked at the back in confusion.

Holy Sword Sect, Seventy-two Valleys of Trapped.

The dark and deep valley seemed to have no end in sight.

The roar came from the depths of the valley, and the remaining sound echoed inside the valley, making those who heard it shudder.

As the sound grew louder, the Beiyuan lion that was imprisoned in the formation was roaring and hitting the edge of the formation, with blood flowing down its huge head.

"Damn it! This bastard will be killed in a moment."

Yun Qianluo frowned, and her beautiful face was filled with a cold expression.

As the lion roared and attacked the formation again, Yun Qianluo produced a spear with flames shooting up into the sky in his hand.

"I'll shoot you to death!"

Yun Qianluo's eyes narrowed and he raised his hand to throw the spear.

However, the next moment, her spear was wrapped in crystal blue spiritual power.

The spiritual power instantly extinguished the flames on the spear.

Yun Qianluo's expression changed, and she said with a smile: "Xiao Pei is here."

A tall figure stepped out of the darkness, his facial features distorted and changed, and finally turned back into Pei Yu's appearance.

Pei Yu said: "Why is Sister Yun here? As I remember, she should be the Great Elder."

"That old guy is busy training his apprentices and sent me out."

Yun Qianluo smiled and said: "Xiao Pei is still good at talking. Call me Sister Yun again."

Pei Yu's eyes were filled with helplessness.

"Alright, alright, I won't take advantage of you anymore."

Yun Qianluo looked at the Beiyuan lion in the formation: "This lion does have the alien magic you mentioned."

She raised her arm and a red light appeared on her palm. The lion seemed to sense something and struggled even more violently, as if to fight to the death.

"His brain has been completely eroded by the magic of the alien race, and he is no different from an evil cultivator. As long as this Beiyuan lion senses the fluctuation of spiritual energy, it will launch an attack."

Pei Yu: "I have sent a disciple to escort the young leader of the Beast Taming Sect back to the sect, and the leader of the Beast Taming Sect replied that the Beiyuan lion came to the sect on its own initiative."

They were originally heading north to search for their ideal tamed spirit beast.

On the way, they encountered a wounded Northern Plains lion.

The young sect leader needed to tame a ferocious beast for his own sect's election, and the Beiyuan Lion naturally became the first choice.

As a result, this Beiyuan lion had long been influenced by alien races and had been infiltrated with magic to control them.

Yun Qianluo's expression turned cold: "You mean, this Beiyuan lion was sent to us by an alien race on purpose? The candidates in the Xianmen election are all new disciples. If this lion loses control in the arena, wouldn't it be..."

"Luckily it got out of control before the race."

Pei Yu raised his fingertips, and a crystal blue light suddenly covered the lion.

The lion let out a wail, then fell to the ground with his back facing the sky, losing all his strength.

Pei Yu: "This election will definitely not be as simple as just one Northern Plains lion being affected."

"Don't worry, I will communicate with other elders and conduct a comprehensive investigation of all the disciples participating in this Immortal Sect election."

Yunqian Luo said.

Pei Yu stared at the lion lying on the ground, his eyes dim.

In the Lion's Inn, there was no sign of the protagonist attacking Shen Yanzhou.

Pei Yu Calling System [Where is the protagonist?]

The system is eating melon seeds [Why are you looking for him? He is preparing to participate in the immortal gate election... I don’t know anything about this world...]

The system doesn't know what the reason is.

The information it has about this world is very limited.

And Pei Yu seemed to know much more than it did.

Pei Yu's attention to the protagonist...

It also seems to be exceptionally high.