Genius in the whole system: The useless young lady dominates the world

A dizzying sensation swept through the air as the spatial passage twisted violently, seemingly on the verge of collapse. Lu Lingxi tightly gripped the protective jade pendant given to her by Nalan Rongzhi. The pendant emitted a warm glow, forming a thin protective shield that barely resisted the onslaught of spatial turbulence. With her left hand clenching the pendant, she unleashed nine-colored spiritual power from her right fingertips, desperately trying to stabilize the collapsing teleportation array.

"Crack, click, click..."

The runes of the teleportation array peeled off like shattered glass, emitting a chilling sound. Spatial rifts, like hideous wounds, spread across the array, and eerie green miasma poured in from the rifts, hissing and corroding spiritual energy, sending shivers down one's spine.

The wolf ears of the phantom moon boy were torn apart by the spatial turbulence, leaving bloody marks. However, he ignored the pain, his wolf eyes flashing with blue light as he stared intently at his surroundings, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the chaos.

The phantoms transformed into countless dark green vines, dancing wildly in the void rifts, firmly binding the Vermilion Bird that was about to fall into the spatial rift.

The Vermilion Bird's tail feathers ignited with a raging fire of rebirth, burning away the surrounding eerie green poisonous mist and creating a temporary safe zone in the darkness.

However, this safe zone appears so fragile in the face of the raging spatial turbulence that it could be swallowed up at any moment.

"Master! There's a land-like aura to the southwest!" Huan Yue suddenly shouted. His voice was somewhat muffled by the whistling of the spatial turbulence, but it still clearly reached Lu Lingxi Yao's ears.

"Hold on! This miasma is mixed with the venomous scent of the swamp frogs..." Suzaku's voice abruptly stopped as a violent tremor struck, the teleportation array shattered completely, and the four were thrown into endless darkness.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, Lu Lingxi, Huan Yue, Huan Ying, and Zhu Que were thrown out like kites with broken strings by the violent spatial turbulence and plunged heavily into a pitch-black swamp.

"Puff! Puff!"

Several people fell into the swamp, splashing up bursts of black mud with a nauseating stench. The mud was incredibly sticky, clinging tightly to their bodies and causing them to sink deeper and deeper.

"What the hell is this place?"

Zhuque cursed, she hated this sticky feeling the most, and Nirvana Fire rose around her, trying to evaporate the surrounding mud.

However, the mud seemed to have extremely strong fire resistance. Although the Nirvana Fire was scorching hot, it could only barely form a small space around it and could not completely dispel the mud.

Suddenly, pale, bony hands shot out from the mud, reaching for the crowd. These bony hands were withered and dry, with sharp, knife-like nails that gleamed with a sinister, cold light, like malevolent demons from hell.

"careful!"

Lu Lingxi shouted, and her Flying Snow Sword was instantly drawn. A sharp sword light flashed, cutting several attacking bone hands into pieces.

At the same time, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, and the tip of the Flying Snow Sword touched the surface of the swamp. An extremely cold ice spiritual power instantly erupted, and the swamp within a radius of ten feet around her quickly froze into a hard ice surface.

"Crack, click, click..."

The ice spread rapidly, freezing the surrounding mud and temporarily preventing everyone from sinking. However, this frozen land seemed out of place in this strange swamp.

All around, towering pitcher plants stood, their bodies dark red, their enormous pitchers resembling gaping maws, emitting a suffocatingly sweet and pungent odor.

The edge of the insect trap secretes a viscous liquid that drips onto the ice surface, making a sizzling, corrosive sound. The originally hard ice surface begins to gradually melt.

"The slime from these pitcher plants is strange; it can even corrode ice!"

Huan Yue exclaimed in surprise. He swung his fist, and wind blades roared out, trying to destroy the pitcher plants around him. However, the pitcher plants' skins were exceptionally tough. The wind blades only left shallow marks on them and could not cause any real damage.

"Master, I've come to explore the depths of this swamp!"

"Illusion said in a deep voice. His figure flickered and transformed into countless dark green vines, which burrowed into the swamp like serpents."

A moment later, the phantom's voice rang in Lu Lingxi Yao's mind: "Master, there is a hollow nest three hundred feet below this swamp, which seems to be a place where we can take refuge for the time being!"

“Three hundred zhang…” Lu Lingxi frowned slightly. This depth was not an easy distance for them. Moreover, the swamp was full of unknown dangers, and no one knew what was hidden below.

Just then, the sky gradually darkened, and the already dim swamp became even more sinister and terrifying. Even more strangely, the miasma in the air, under the sunlight at dusk, took on an eerie purplish-red hue, like flowing blood, which was chilling.

"This miasma is poisonous!"

Zhuque's expression changed. She felt the purplish-red miasma seeping into her meridians with each breath, making her spiritual energy circulation somewhat sluggish.

"Everyone, hold your breath and try to minimize the inhalation of the miasma!" Lu Lingxi Yao also noticed the abnormality of the miasma and quickly reminded everyone. She took out several antidote pills from her Kunlun Ring and distributed them to everyone.

"Huan Yue, use the wind blades to disperse some of the poisonous mist around us!" Lu Lingxi Yao said to Huan Yue.

“Alright!” Huan Yue responded, and was about to unleash her wind-elemental spiritual power when Zhu Que stopped her.

"Wait! You stupid wolf, are you trying to kill us?" Zhuque glared at Huanyue. "This miasma contains a lot of flammable gas. If you use your wind blade and it sparks, it could cause an explosion!"

"Huh?" Huan Yue was taken aback; he hadn't thought of that.

"What should we do? Are we just going to let this poisonous fog erode us?" Huan Yue asked anxiously.

"Don't rush, let me think of a way..." Zhuque frowned, pondering a solution.

Just then, the previously calm ice surface suddenly trembled violently, as if some enormous creature was awakening from below.

"Oh no! The ice is going to break!" Lu Lingxi's expression changed as she felt a powerful force impacting the ice.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the ice surface shattered, revealing black mud beneath. Even more shockingly, beneath the broken ice, huge dragon scales were exposed. These scales were dark blue, covered with ancient patterns, and shimmered with a cold light in the dim light.

Even more strangely, these dragon scales began to move slowly, as if a sleeping giant dragon was awakening.

"This is... a dragon?!" Huan Yue exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief.

"No, it's not a real dragon. It's more like... dragon scale patterns!" Lu Lingxi Yao carefully observed the swimming dragon scales and said in a deep voice, "These dragon scale patterns seem to contain some kind of special energy that can control this swamp!"

Just as Lu Lingxi was speaking, the swimming dragon scales suddenly accelerated, causing the surrounding mud to form a huge vortex. A powerful suction force came from the center of the vortex, pulling everyone downwards.

"Not good! Be careful, everyone!"

Lu Lingxi shouted and brandished the Flying Snow Sword, trying to freeze the ice surface again. However, this time, the cold air from the Flying Snow Sword could not stop the flow of mud. The dragon scale patterns seemed to possess some kind of magic, able to resist the erosion of the cold air.

"Master, I'm here to help you!" Phantom shouted, and countless vines surged from his body, wrapping around Lu Lingxi Yao and holding her firmly in place.

"Huan Yue, Zhu Que, hold on tight to the vines too!" Lu Lingxi Yao shouted to Huan Yue and Zhu Que.

Huan Yue and Zhu Que dared not delay and quickly grabbed the vines of the phantom. However, the suction force was too strong. Even with the vines of the phantom holding them in place, they could not completely resist it, and their bodies continued to slide downwards.

"This can't go on, we have to find a way to get out of this mess!" Lu Lingxi said anxiously.

Just then, Huan Yue suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He remembered Zhu Que's warning earlier: the miasma in this swamp contained a large amount of flammable gas. If an explosion were to occur, perhaps the force of the explosion could be used to push them out of the vortex.

"Master, I have an idea!" Huan Yue shouted. "Zhu Que, control the flames, and we'll create an explosion!"

"Explosion?" Zhuque was taken aback, then understood Huanyue's intention. "Alright, I'll control the flames, and you create the sparks!"

“Alright!” Huan Yue responded. He took a deep breath, and the wind-elemental spiritual power within his body circulated wildly, forming wind blades around him.

"Go!" Huan Yue shouted, and several wind blades whistled out, drawing arcs in the air before colliding violently together.

"Oh!"

The wind blades collided, creating a dazzling spark. Although the spark was weak, in this swamp full of flammable gas, it was like lighting the fuse of an explosive barrel. In the instant of the explosion, no one noticed that a faint golden pattern flashed in Huan Yue's pupils.

"Boom!"

A series of deafening explosions rang out, causing the entire swamp to tremble violently. A powerful shockwave swept outwards from the point of explosion.

Under the impact of this powerful shockwave, Lu Lingxi and the others were thrown out like cannonballs and escaped the vortex.

"Puff! Puff!"

The group fell into the swamp again, splashing up bursts of black mud. However, this time, they did not sink further but floated on the surface of the mud.

"We did it!" Huan Yue shouted excitedly.

"Don't be too happy yet, we're not out of danger yet!"

Lu Lingxi said in a deep voice. Her gaze swept around and saw that the once peaceful swamp had become a mess. There were traces of the explosion everywhere, and the huge pitcher plants were also blown to pieces and incomplete.

More importantly, although the strange suction force disappeared, the swimming dragon scales became more active, darting quickly through the mud as if searching for something.

“These dragon scale patterns seem to be looking for us!” Zhuque said, frowning.