"Master, why aren't you over there...?"

Lu Zhaozhao blurted out her question, which surprised Bu Lu Zhenren. She didn't burst into tears of relief. She cleared her throat and said, "What kind of question is that? If I were over there, you wouldn't be alive!"

He feigned seriousness, looked at Nan Yuan, and said, "What kind of skill is it to bully a junior? Do you dare to fight this old man!"

Nan Yuan let out a cold laugh and slapped down with his palm.

The two of them then became entangled in a fight.

Lu Zhaozhao was a little confused. How did things suddenly turn out this way?

She was completely baffled, but she roughly knew that she wouldn't die anytime soon, so wouldn't this Resurrection Pill be wasted?

With her mind a jumble of thoughts, Lu Zhaozhao gritted her teeth, propped herself up, and retreated while clutching her injured area.

The two people in front of her were locked in a fierce battle, their strengths evenly matched, and it was difficult to determine a winner. As for her, just as Master Bu Lu had said, she was just a junior. She might have some ability among her peers, but in this situation, she was not even worth mentioning.

When gods clash, demons suffer. Without delay, she grabbed her sword and ran outside.

They ran for an unknown amount of time, but still couldn't find a way out.

"Help! How did Nan Yuan find this land? It's so eerie! And Wen Yuan Academy too! How can they build a maze in their own backyard?!"

When Lu Zhaozhao saw the same pavilion for the tenth time, she completely broke down and couldn't help but curse.

It was fine if I didn't yell, but as soon as I started yelling, a voice suddenly came from behind the tree in front of me.

Several demon soldiers emerged from there, carrying an unfamiliar young cultivator who looked like a child and had no ability to resist the demon army.

The young cultivator had his eyes closed and was covered in blood. Lu Zhaozhao didn't know if he was still alive.

“There’s someone here.” One of the demon soldiers pointed at Lu Zhaozhao, and the others immediately prepared to attack.

The four demons were roughly equivalent to three Nascent Soul cultivators and one Out-of-Body cultivator among humans.

Even if she weren't injured, let alone now that she's injured, she'd still have to think twice before facing a true Astral Projection.

Taking advantage of the fact that the demon soldiers hadn't reacted, Lu Zhaozhao ran away again.

The demon army immediately gave chase.

The two groups chased each other, locked in a stalemate.

Just when Lu Zhaozhao thought that running to a crowded place would give her a chance to catch her breath, another unexpected event occurred.

"call out--"

A cold arrow flew past, and Lu Zhaozhao hurriedly dodged, but the hairpin in her hair was knocked off.

With her long black hair cascading down, Lu Zhaozhao immediately tore off a piece of cloth and tied it up.

The road in front of us is blocked.

"Senior sister, where are you going?"

Nian Zhi stood there with a bow in hand and a cold smile, accompanied by a small squad of demon soldiers.

Lu Zhaozhao stopped and her expression darkened.

Caught between two attackers, she seemed to have nowhere to retreat.

Clearly, Nian Zhi had also noticed, and her smugness was palpable.

The next moment, the smile froze on his face.

Lu Zhaozhao flashed close, her sword light condensing and striking directly at Nian Zhi.

To shoot a man, first shoot his horse; to capture a thief, first capture his king.

She couldn't kill all of these demons immediately, but their leader was Nian Zhi, who had just been defeated by her not long ago.

That makes things much simpler.

The sword flashes against adversity, unleashing a powerful and exhilarating display.

Nian Zhi couldn't dodge in time and could only pull a demon soldier to the side, who was immediately cleaved in two.

The wound gleamed with golden light.

Lu Zhaozhao squinted and looked down at the ground. The hairpin that had been knocked down was broken into two pieces, and there seemed to be a light shining inside. This light was attached to Niye and easily killed a demon soldier.

Not only was Lu Zhaozhao surprised, but Nian Zhi was also terrified.

The next moment, the sword was at his neck.

A red mark appeared on Nian Zhi's delicate neck.

The surrounding demon army stopped, looked around, and didn't know what to do.

Lu Zhaozhao held Nian Zhi hostage. She could feel Nian Zhi trembling, but she didn't loosen her grip at all.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I... I'll make them let you go, please don't kill me!"

Nian Zhi was extremely flustered and called out to Lu Zhaozhao.

"Don't shout."

Lu Zhaozhao shouted, startling Nian Zhi so much that she dared not speak again, fearing that she might provoke Lu Zhaozhao into doing something impulsive.

Lu Zhaozhao didn't think too much about it. She simply led Nian Zhi to the hairpin, bent her fingers, and the hairpin flew into her other hand.

The hairpin was the only thing she brought out from the illusion in the back mountain; it was proof of that experience.

This was carved and given to her by Master Jingwen herself. That one-year master-disciple relationship was actually deeper than her feelings for Yunxian.

The hairpin broke, revealing a golden glint in the center, which appeared to be some kind of talisman.

Given the urgency of the situation, Lu Zhaozhao had no choice but to put it away and look at it later.

She looked around and saw that the demon army surrounded her. It seemed that she could only use the Nianzhi in her hand to get out first.

"Walk."

She whispered, leading Nian Zhi forward. The demon army, fearing she might get hurt, had no choice but to make way for her.

They were almost there. Lu Zhaozhao saw a fork in the road not far ahead. The memory of this road came to her mind. As long as she walked through it, she could find her way back and shake off the demon army behind her.

The moment she stepped onto the fork in the road, Lu Zhaozhao gathered her inner energy in her legs, ready to sprint forward.

A peacock feather flew from behind.

"puff."

Lu Zhaozhao was shot in the back, and her strength immediately went limp.

Nianzhi broke free of her restraints and immediately ran away.

The moment she knelt down, Lu Zhaozhao saw Nan Yuan not far away.

The black demonic energy blew open the robes, revealing the dark color of the undergarments; the all-black attire was chilling to behold.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, her breathing became shallower and shallower. She saw Nian Zhi kick her twice, and saw the demon army step forward as if to attack.

The toxin spread through the wound on her back. Before losing all five senses, she heard a wail and then completely lost consciousness.

Is this... me going to die?

Lu Zhaozhao closed her eyes, and it felt as if someone was gently stroking her head.

Who is it...?