If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"The Righteous Demon-Subduing Formation!"

The five sword cultivators instantly dispersed, and five soaring sword energies sealed off the five directions of east, west, south, north, and center, turning this chaotic rocky forest into a dead end.

"ah--!"

A scream rang out instantly.

The other three random teammates following Mo Chengyue didn't even have time to unleash their magical weapons.

It was shredded into a bloody mist by the dense sword energy.

Not even a complete corpse was left behind.

This is the battlefield between immortals and demons.

No fluff, no foreplay.

Meeting them would mean life or death.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, Yu Jianhuan demonstrated the decisiveness of a ruthless person.

She knew that if she didn't fight desperately now, she would die.

boom!

The aura of the late-stage Foundation Establishment peak erupted in full force.

Instead of retreating, she advanced, several pink silk ribbons emerging like venomous snakes from their holes, heading straight for the middle-aged man who was leading the group.

"Open it!"

however.

The gap in spiritual realms is despair.

The middle-aged man didn't even use his full strength; he simply twirled his sword.

"A trivial skill."

"You monstrous talent from the demonic sect, how dare you presume to teach me your meager skills?"

boom!

Sword energy crisscrossed.

Yu Jianhuan's silk robes tore apart inch by inch.

The terrifying sword energy, undiminished in its force, slammed heavily into her chest.

"puff--!"

Yu Jianhuan spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

It slammed hard against the distant rock face.

Life and death do not know.

In the blink of an eye.

A six-person team.

Three died, and one was crippled.

Only the Holy Maiden Lin Miaoyin and Mo Chengyue, who was huddled at the very back, remained.

"It's over."

"This is fucking a hellish start!"

Mo Chengyue pressed himself against a huge rock, mentally cursing the ancestors of the cultivator who designed the teleportation array.

This isn't teleportation at all.

This is clearly a food delivery!

It even comes with door-to-door delivery!

We must break this deadlock.

Moreover, it must be to obtain the greatest chance of survival at the lowest cost.

Mo Chengyue's gaze instantly locked onto Lin Miaoyin.

Only by releasing this "big fish" will the sharks chase after her, thus ignoring their own "small shrimp".

But if Lin Miaoyin dies too quickly, these hypocrites will definitely turn around and clean up the mess.

and so……

She can't die.

I must not die, at least not now.

She has to run.

You also have to run fast enough to make these people feel that "there is hope of catching up, but you have to go all out."

now.

Lin Miaoyin has been driven to the brink of despair.

Although she was only at the mid-stage of Core Formation, her opponent had three opponents of the same level, and was also protected by an array.

Her prized charm and sonic techniques were significantly less effective against sword cultivators like those from the Haoran Sword Sect who specialized in the "Immovable King's Mind."

Clang! Clang! Clang!

One pipa string after another broke.

Lin Miaoyin's hair was disheveled, and several sword marks appeared on her red dress, revealing large areas of her snow-white skin.

Blood stained her collarbone.

"Witch, prepare to die!"

The three flying swords, arranged in a triangular pattern, blocked all her escape routes.

A sure-fire trap!

A hint of despair flashed in Lin Miaoyin's eyes.

Am I destined to perish here today?

She is not reconciled!

Just as the three flying swords were about to pierce her throat...

A figure.

They rushed out without any warning.

It lacks a powerful aura.

There were no dazzling spells.

There is only one...

Unwavering determination.

"Don't hurt my senior sister!!!"

A furious roar echoed through the chaotic rocky forest.

Mo Chengyue.

This guy was completely silent the whole way and seemed incredibly timid.

At this moment.

They unexpectedly displayed astonishing courage.

He formed a hand seal, and dozens of pre-prepared "Vajra Talismans" exploded simultaneously.

It transformed into a golden wall of light, forcefully blocking Lin Miaoyin's path.

Boom boom boom—!

The flying sword struck the wall of light.

The explosion was deafening.

The wall of light lasted only a moment before shattering completely.

But this breath.

enough.

Mo Chengyue slapped out a modified and enhanced version of the "Thousand Mile Travel Talisman" and stuck it on Lin Miaoyin's back.

His eyes.

At this moment, it is clear, firm, and even carries a touching depth of emotion.

"Senior sister, run!"

"Live...to avenge us!"

Done.

He shoved Lin Miaoyin hard.

With the help of this thrust, plus the burst of the Swiftness Talisman.

Lin Miaoyin transformed into a streak of red light, instantly breaking through the gap in the sword formation that was not yet fully closed.

"you……"

Lin Miaoyin turned her head in mid-air.

That instant.

She witnessed a scene she would never forget.

The junior brother she disliked, suspected, and even considered killing to silence him.

He is currently spreading his arms wide.

With his frail body.

They faced the three terrifying flying swords that had returned.

To buy her time to escape.

He chose...

A life for a life!

"don't want--!"

Lin Miaoyin's pupils contracted sharply.

Her heart skipped a beat.

In this treacherous sect where masters and disciples turn against each other.

There really was someone...

Would he be willing to die for her?

boom!

A muffled thud.

Mo Chengyue's body was struck by three sword energies simultaneously.

The protective aura shattered instantly.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

It can be as realistic as it gets.

Mo Chengyue was sent flying backward like a rag doll, crashing hard into a dent in the rock wall behind him.

"Boom!"

With this impact, he secretly shattered the rock layers above.

Countless pebbles rolled down, instantly burying him completely.

Just a second before he was buried.

He bit down and crushed the "Turtle Breathing Feign Death Pill" in his back molars.

Heart stopped beating.

Breathing ceased.

Body temperature dropped sharply.

In terms of vital signs, the person had completely transformed into a cold "corpse".

"Dead?"

The leader of the Haoran Sword Sect frowned.

He scanned the buried ruins with his divine sense and sensed that there was indeed no sign of life inside.

"A mere late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to block my flying sword."

"That's just asking for trouble."

He snorted coldly and didn't try to finish off the enemy.

In his eyes, these ants, struck with his full force, would have long since turned into minced meat.

Compared to this dead man.

The escaped saintess is the real threat.

"Chase!"

"We absolutely cannot let that witch get away!"

"She is the future hope of the Hehuan Sect. Killing her would be a great achievement!"

Five sword lights shot into the sky.

They chased after Lin Miaoyin frantically in the direction she had fled.

……

The wind howled.

The murderous aura dissipated.

This rocky forest has returned to deathly silence.

Only the strong smell of blood still lingers in the air.

Three headless corpses lay on the ground.

There's also the reckless Yu Jianhuan.

as well as……

That "corpse" was buried deep under the pile of rubble, no longer breathing.

A long time passed.

They continued until they were certain that the auras of those sword cultivators had completely disappeared a thousand miles away.

A jet-black crow landed on the rocks, tilting its head, ready to enjoy this ready-made buffet.

Just as it was about to take a bite.

Click.

In that seemingly lifeless pile of rubble.

Suddenly, a soft sound was heard.

One hand.

It slowly emerged from the cracks in the rubble.

Followed by.

Mo Chengyue, who should have been "turned into mincemeat".

Covered in dust, he pushed away the large stone on his body.

He climbed out of the pit.

He patted the dust off his clothes.

He then spat out another mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Where is that "heroic sacrifice" look from before?

In those eyes.

At this moment, it's all about shrewdness and calculation.

"call……"

"These righteous hotheads are really ruthless."

"If it weren't for the fact that I was wearing top-grade soft armor and had three layers of force-dissipating talismans, plus that I skillfully dissipated ninety percent of the force of that collision..."

"This time, we really did get eliminated."

Mo Chengyue rubbed his chest, which felt a little numb.

Looking in the direction where Lin Miaoyin disappeared.

A playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Your Holiness."

"This favor."

"You've really gone too far."

"These days, to survive in the world of cultivation..."

"Not only do you need to know how to fight."

"You also need to be a good actor."

He glanced at Yu Jianhuan, who was unconscious not far away, and sighed helplessly.

"have to."

"We still have to clean up this mess."

"This is hardly cultivation."

"This is clearly a nanny's adventure story."