After Transmigrating into a Book, I Was Forced to Become a Fake System

I transmigrated into a martial artist world with a system cheat, only to have my fate grabbed by the male lead right at the start?

【Beep——Yellow Alert. Host is in a critical state, 70% ...

Chapter 169 Secret Realm (End)

"Help me!"

A massive gash had been torn open beneath the ruins, swallowing everything in its path: people, monsters, plants, even the earth itself.

Liu Ye was swept into the mudflow that rushed towards the black hole.

Sinking into the mud, surrounded by ferocious monsters.

He desperately pleaded for help from Zhang Qiang, but now Zhang Qiang was also trapped in a tree, and that tree had begun to collapse.

Now our spiritual energy is depleted and our medicines are exhausted.

It's over.

They are all going to die.

Zhang Qiang closed his eyes, bracing himself for either being devoured by a beast or swallowed by a black hole. Just then, a sudden gust of wind swept through, and a bird flew past him.

Flying artifact

There are people up there!

"Martial arts friend, help!"

Zhang Qiang shouted desperately, almost straining his voice.

Shang Yanting really stopped.

"It's you, my fellow martial artist!"

Zhang Qiang was surprised to find that this person was actually a fellow martial arts enthusiast he had lost contact with before. Seeing that his clothes were neat (he had just put them on) and he showed no signs of weariness or fatigue, it was clear that he hadn't suffered much in the past few days.

Shang Yanting maneuvered the flying owl closer to him, saying, "Get on."

"Fellow martial artist, there's another person below!"

Zhang Qiang certainly hadn't forgotten his good brother who had shared hardships with him these past few days.

Liu Ye was pulled out by Shang Yanting a second before he entered the fish's belly, and then they discovered that Shang Yanting had actually commanded Fei Xiao to plunge headfirst into the black hole.

After their piercing screams, they realized they hadn't been buried alive. Suddenly, bright lights illuminated their vision, and the familiar school buildings brought tears to their eyes.

They're out!

But the next second, their laughter vanished, because the academy was in chaos.

It wasn't just people that emerged from the ruins, but everything within them. Especially the ferocious magical beasts, those at the Martial Spirit level or even higher.

The soil and vegetation within the ruins piled up into a mountain in the school gate square, and monsters emerged from the soil, spreading in all directions and attacking pedestrians.

Dingtian Academy has dispatched all its teachers and is now recruiting students at the Martial Spirit stage to eliminate the monsters.

The surroundings were in complete chaos, and no one cared what was flying out of the ruins where things were constantly falling.

Shang Yanting left the two by the roadside and was about to leave when he was stopped by a senior disciple.

"There's a group of injured disciples to the east. You have a flying artifact, come with me to rescue them!"

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Jia Xitong woke up not long after falling into a deep sleep.

She actually fell asleep on the puppet raccoon?!

I woke up from a nap.

The raccoon's body underwent a slight change.

She smelled a stench of damp earth mixed with blood.

The long-lost scent, even though it smelled terrible, made me want to sniff it a few more times.

Oh, it really stinks.

She tried to stay away from the strange aura, constantly pressing herself closer to the person behind her, and then burying her entire head inside his coat.

Take a deep breath

It has a very light, pleasant flavor.

The raccoon, at a loss for words, came up with two corny adjectives, then took two more deep breaths.

It smells so good.

Wait, she can smell it?!

She finally realized the changes in her body and suddenly popped out of Shang Yanting's pocket.

"Host, dear!"

"Um."

Shang Yanting was currently flying using a magic spell. "After sending these two away, we'll head back."

Shang Yanting, who had been conscripted into the army, was so useful that he had been working from dawn till almost nightfall. Jia Xitong smelled blood because of the two wounded men he was carrying in the back, whom he had rescued from the ground.

"Oh, take your time, I'm not in a hurry."

Jia Xitong looked at the two martial arts practitioners behind her. They were covered in mud, their lips were pale, and they were barely breathing.

She jumped down, took out two talismans, and placed the ashes from their burning forms into the mouths of the two men. Their condition visibly improved, and they were safely taken to a place for treatment.

I'm getting ready to go home.

Shang Yanting, holding the raccoon, sat on the flying owl and looked at her, then suddenly paused, "You've changed?"

"You noticed that too!"

Jia Xitong was shocked. Could it be that one could tell just by smelling someone?

"I'm not blind."

Shang Yanting looked at the top of her head.

Two tiny dragon horns grew next to the raccoon's ears.

The dragon's horns matched her fur, but it wasn't impossible to tell them apart.

He reached out and touched it.

Jia Xitong felt a little itchy, and her ears flapped rapidly.

well?

She can feel touch again!

Shang Yanting looked at the rapidly twitching little ears and asked, "Can your two horns move?"

"horn?"

Jia Xitong was bewildered.

"Dragon horns".

Shang Yanting added a word for her when she repeated it.

Startled, the little raccoon quickly pulled out its small mirror and looked down to check its reflection.

Dragon horns!

She actually grew a pair of dragon horns on her head!

Jia Xitong put aside her regained sense of smell and touch, and because of the dragon horns that had grown, she found it difficult to control her emotions for a while.

She was looking in the mirror on the street.

I went home and looked in the big mirror.

As descendants of the dragon, who wouldn't want to inherit some of their ancestors' genes?

These are genuine dragon horns!

It's a little small, but it's growing on her head!

Hehehe.

Hehehehehe.

Jia Xitong smiled as she looked at it.

Then he turned around and asked Shang Yanting behind him, "Host, what do you think is growing on my head?"

"...Dragon horns."

This was the thirty-sixth time she had asked this question.

If she gets an affirmative answer, Jia Xitong's laughter will change from "hehehe" to "giggle."

She was so happy.

This is also why Shang Yanting was willing to cooperate with her patiently.

This isn't the only good thing.

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