Yuan Shuai's injury was actually more serious than Zhi Ming's, but he was tough and easily slapped away a child who rushed up to hug him.

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Yuan Shuai drove off without changing his expression, letting out a sigh, "With the Taoist methods of your ancestor, I shouldn't have needed to be injured. If it weren't for my eagerness to save people..."

"Fine, fine, let's not talk about it!"

On the other side, Zhiming swallowed the healing medicine and sat cross-legged on the reef, giving the concerned disciples a disapproving look.

“If I don’t go to hell, who will? Originally, I didn’t intend to drag Fellow Daoist Yuan down. I had already seen the Buddha, but suddenly I was pulled back. It’s really ruining my cultivation.”

Caught between the two: ? ? ?

The next moment, cheers erupted from the shore in an extremely enthusiastic manner.

"Victory! We've won!"

The news spread like wildfire across the country, and radio broadcasters delivered passionate reports.

Upon receiving the order to evacuate, the people of Jiangsu and Zhejiang rushed into the streets to cheer, saying that their leader had protected them, and that the typhoon, which was right at their doorstep, had managed to veer off course halfway.

This is truly the land of the Divine Dragon!

The entire 749th Bureau laughed. There's no such thing as a peaceful life; it's just that someone is bearing the burden for you!

...

At the Kunlun Pass, shrouded in chaotic wind and snow year-round, the dark rocks appear and disappear in the snow and mist. A group of agile figures, each displaying their unique abilities, appear at the entrance of Kunlun.

As they paused, a black figure darted over, laughing exaggeratedly and recklessly.

"Dear Holy Alliance, you guys are ruthless! While all the Xuanmen sects in China were fighting the typhoon, you actually managed to sneak into our holy land! And why didn't you even call me?"

Before the words were even finished, and before the group that had arrived earlier could say anything, a lazy female voice chuckled overhead, and Ruan Xianxian sat on a protruding, strange rock, her hands supporting her chin.

"Really? Where did you get such a low-level understanding to think that our great nation of China has no one to guard its mountains?"