The female lead thought she had a "proud and arrogant" character script.

Hu Muyu had no time to heed Luo Qingcheng's words.

Luo Qingcheng clung to the demon, which was composed of countless resentful souls who died with their eyes wide open.

A vengeful spirit, blaming heaven and earth.

A vibrant, living person is a huge stimulus to them.

Looking around, Hu Muyu saw countless vengeful spirits reaching out towards Luo Qingcheng, wanting this mortal to become one of them.

But Luo Qingcheng, that simpleton, is busy wrestling with a sword.

Hu Muyu didn't know what to say for a moment.

She channeled her spiritual power, formed hand seals, and imbued the sword with the energy of wood and fire, then gritted her teeth and attacked the demon.

Even if we can't win, we have to fight!

Who told that dim-witted junior sister to be so suicidal!

Hu Muyu went from great sorrow to great joy, his emotions surging. He channeled almost all of the remaining spiritual power he had painstakingly saved from the demons' pursuit, condensing it into a green fireball at the tip of his sword.

Then it aimed at the demon's eye, which was embedded in another tentacle and was constantly turning left and right, and attacked it.

The demon was busy eliminating the ants on its own body and was indifferent to the attack of another ant, allowing Hu Muyu to easily hit the target.

The other tentacle also turned into a blood mist and disappeared into the air.

However, before Hu Muyu could even feel a surge of joy, the wood and fire attached to the sword were hollowed out by the softened flesh and blood of the demon, which then absorbed everything into its body without hesitation.

The wood fire was not real fire. Without the supply of wood spirit power given by Hu Muyu, Hu Muyu found that the wood fire was easily extinguished before the hole opened by the demon closed.

A chill ran through her.

Worse still, she is now in the same predicament as Luo Qingcheng, her sword is stuck and she can't pull it out!

Despite his busy schedule, Luo Qingcheng still managed to greet Hu Muyu, asking knowingly, "Senior Sister, you're here too?"

Hu Muyu: ...

Before she could even complain, the menacing claws of the vengeful spirit beside her reached out from behind to grab her.

However, Hu Muyu, who was too nervous, did not notice.

Luo Qingcheng sensed a chilling killing intent. He turned his head and saw Hu Muyu being attacked. He naturally stretched out his arm to block her from behind.

Hu Muyu was startled by her movement and quickly realized that there was an attack, but she still couldn't dodge it.

Because she couldn't bear to let go of her first wife.

As everyone knows, sword cultivators are very poor. Most sword cultivators start as novices, receiving their first sword after entering the sect. After that, they have to keep earning money to buy various high-level materials to maintain and upgrade their swords.

If he doesn't find a new love, a sword is all the wealth a swordsman possesses.

Hu Muyu's first wife had been with her for many years. She used all the spirit stones she earned from her stall to upgrade her first wife. How could she bear to let her first wife be sucked into her belly by this lump of rotten flesh?

She herself is willing to risk her life, but her wife is not!

As a result, Luo Qingcheng took the hit head-on.

Hu Muyu was shocked and exclaimed, "Girl, are you alright?!"

Being attacked by vengeful spirits is no joke. If their resentment enters your body, it can be a major event that shortens your lifespan!

"You shouldn't have blocked it for me."

Hu Muyu analyzed rationally that although she had only recently established her foundation, compared to Luo Qingcheng, who was a mortal, the resentment entering her body only weakened her for a period of time.

However, to Hu Muyu's surprise, Luo Qingcheng, who had been captured by the vengeful spirit, looked perfectly normal and showed no signs of weakness after being attacked.

It was as if nothing had happened—that she had shielded him from harm.

Faced with Luo Qingcheng's innocent expression, Hu Muyu was in a daze. Could it be that there was something wrong with these vengeful spirits?

Is it just a paper tiger that looks fierce?

Surely not? He's a demon at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, after all.

To verify her hypothesis, Hu Muyu deliberately stretched out her hand in front of a vengeful spirit, which confused the spirit and left it motionless for a long time.

Hu Muyu's eyes encouraged the vengeful spirit to make its move.

After getting what he wanted, Hu Muyu, filled with resentment, had pale lips and felt as if he were standing naked in the freezing cold, shivering.

So it's not the vengeful spirits that are the problem?!

With her teeth chattering and her mind seemingly frozen, Hu Muyu's entire body fell backward.

So, is there something wrong with Luo Qingcheng?

Hu Muyu looked toward Luo Qingcheng.

Luo Qingcheng's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the fallen Hu Muyu with one hand. Fortunately, even though the swordsman was seriously injured, he was unwilling to let go of his wife. Hu Muyu held on tightly to his wife, allowing Luo Qingcheng to use their combined weight to pull out both swords smoothly.

Hu Muyu watched helplessly as, the moment Luo Qingcheng turned around, a vengeful spirit, still unwilling to give up, reached out and scratched Luo Qingcheng again.

Luo Qingcheng seemed oblivious.

Noticing her gaze, Luo Qingcheng looked back and said innocently, "Senior Sister, why are you staring at me?"

Could it be that my senior sister has fallen in love with me?

Ugh, it's all my fault for this damned charm that I can't put to good use.

Luo Qingcheng flicked her hair.

The ignored demon roared in a fit of impotent rage, then dragged its massive body and crashed into Luo Qingcheng.

In a flurry of activity, Luo Qingcheng pushed the shivering Hu Muyu aside and rolled backward several times to avoid the crushing force of the attack.

The immense force pushed Hu Muyu backward, causing her to stumble and fall more than ten meters. She began to wonder whether she or Luo Qingcheng was the one without spiritual roots.

Are mortals really that strong?

And judging from the current situation, it turns out that she herself was the one holding things back?

Ignoring Hu Muyu's complicated thoughts, Luo Qingcheng was not as relaxed as her senior sister had imagined.

Indeed, this demon had not yet reached the Golden Core stage, so she couldn't break through her defenses. However, no matter how much she poked and prodded at the demon with her sword, it didn't cause much damage. Moreover, the demon's body was like rubber, able to stretch and contract freely. After the damage reduction, she didn't have much attack power left after each sword strike.

After a stalemate, Luo Qingcheng's mind raced.

But the demon opposite her didn't have as many thoughts. It only had the instinct to devour the mortal in front of it, whom the demon coveted, and had no idea of ​​tactics or retreat.

Just do it!

To Luo Qingcheng's surprise, the red mist that had been slowly flowing in the air was being absorbed by the enormous monster in front of him.

The red mist flowed faster and faster until it became a visible storm vortex centered on the demon!

The demon, having absorbed the red mist, grew larger and larger. The tentacles that Luo Qingcheng and Hu Muyu had cut off regrew. Originally, there was only one eye at the tip of the tentacle, but now the entire tentacle was covered with countless eyes of different sizes, which were now rolling around. The vengeful spirits around it were screaming and their expressions were becoming increasingly painful.

The eyes on the tentacles and the gaze of the vengeful spirits all focused on Luo Qingcheng, making him feel extremely disgusted.

He let out a physiological groan.

Luo Qingcheng subconsciously reached into his storage bag to find the motion sickness medicine Li Zhiming had given him and took it.

She paused.

I forgot again that I didn't have my storage bag.

At this moment, the demon that acted as an air purifier also finished its purification work.