The teleportation array formed a semi-ellipse on the ground, more than three zhang in size, a spacious area. When Wuxing placed the last high-grade spirit stone into the array's groove, it shone brightly, and the dazzling patterns formed by interwoven spiritual energy illuminated the night sky.
The valley was as bright as day.
Everyone was swept into the formation by the wind magic, waiting for the teleportation array to rumble into action.
Xiao Jia was the only one in the formation who could move besides him.
He helped Aunt Ruian up and pulled her to a corner, as far away as possible from Ling Mu who was lying on the array.
The female cultivators could neither move nor speak, and could only cast disdainful glances at him, as if his failure to immediately perish together with Wuxing was a grave sin.
Xiao Jia didn't want to say anything, silently staring at his cousin with a mocking expression.
"Come here and hold her!" Wuxing suddenly gave the order, his brows furrowed.
It's not that I'm being lenient with women, but the teleportation array is very dangerous.
If you cut spacetime in half and then reconnect it, even the most powerful demon cultivator will be severed if they accidentally roll onto another dimension.
This is the same as the technique of shrinking the distance between places.
Xiao Jia once admired the headmistress very much, who used a teleportation talisman to travel around with her mortal body. He certainly wouldn't dare to do that.
Xiao Jia considered her tone for a moment, then feigned disgust towards Ling Mu, attempting to bargain: "How about you hug me..."
Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind pushed his cousin into his arms.
His eyelashes trembled, and he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.
The tentacles were warm to the touch, and her cousin's heart pounded like a drum. Just as he had expected.
She clearly didn't faint; she definitely hadn't given up on her self-destruction plan.
Many of these female cultivators were powerful demon cultivators who had been kidnapped from the Middle Immortal Realm, and their cultivation levels were unknown, far exceeding his. Despite being severely injured for so many years, they were able to fly on swords after eating just one piece of white sugar cake given to them by the headmistress.
What about Lingmu?
While she was discussing her escape plan with him in the room, she ate his food for three whole days.
In addition, the concentration of spiritual energy varies in other immortal realms. Once the Wuxing leaves the lower immortal realm, their combat power will increase exponentially, and they will not even have a one in ten thousand chance of escaping.
They might even discover immediately that she's awake.
Therefore, the moment the teleportation array was activated and the spiritual energy became chaotic, that was the moment when Ling Mu's attack became invisible, and he perished along with the enemy.
Should we stop her now?
But my cousin is like the pressure cooker with a bomb in it, just like the headmistress said. She'll explode the moment I make a sound.
Wuxing might be able to escape by chance, but he is certain to die.
wry smile.
"What are you laughing at?" Wu Xing glanced at him.
Xiao Jia looked up at the sky and sighed: "The ephemeral mushroom knows not the dawn and dusk, the cicada knows not the spring and autumn. You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish... Alas..."
Wuxing: "Who knows what you're talking about!"
Time ticked by, and as the teleportation was about to begin, Xiao Jia couldn't come up with any solution.
He began to regret not having written the letter more clearly.
However, perhaps it's not necessary.
Disappearing quietly from the world is also a good ending; no one will be too sad for him.
Perhaps this is the fate of all pangolin-like monsters...
Ling Mu, held in his arms, was trembling with nervousness.
Xiao Jia closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and awaited death.
Come on, self-destruct!
Let's perish together with the formless!
However……
"Boom—" "Thump—"
"ah!"
Who is it?!
Just a few breaths before the teleportation, a tremendous force swept in from behind, disrupting the teleportation array like a wave and slapping against everyone.
The other demon cultivators were immobilized by the wind magic, unable to move, and fell straight to the ground like puppets, blown far away by the gale.
Xiao Jia felt a sharp pain in his back as scales instantly appeared, covering his back and shielding him from the attack. However, he couldn't support himself and fell to the ground, still holding Ling Mu.
Ling Mu was also terrified. He finally stopped pretending to be asleep and thought that his self-destruction plan had been exposed. He gritted his teeth and stared at Wuxing in horror.
The invisible force had already risen with the wind, soaring into the air and looking down at the direction from which the gale was coming.
"Who's lurking around like that? Show yourself!"
The echoes reverberated through the valley, and the heavens and earth trembled.
It seemed as if a force was approaching from a very distant direction.
The invisible figure paused, then leaped to Xiao Jia and Ling Mu's side, grabbed them by the back of the neck, and tried to carry them away on the wind.
Seeing this, Ling Mu clenched his fist and punched his own dantian, intending to perish together with him.
But it was too late.
The gale struck them again, turning Xiao Jia and Ling Mu back into their pangolin forms, while Wu Xing became a mere shadow and was blown away by the wind.
He roared angrily, his voice fading into the distance.
The ethereal mist formed by spiritual energy dissipated.
The moon hung high in the night sky, and all around was quiet.
Xiao Jia was the first to revert to human form, instinctively pulling Ling Mu into her arms and cautiously looking around.
In the darkness, a woman carrying a spirit sword strolled over.
Her wide-sleeved red dress was so fiery it seemed to shatter the silence of the moonlit night.
The hem of her dress blew in the wind and landed on Xiao Jia's face.
He sat on the ground, with Ling Mu, who was still struggling, pinned beneath him, staring blankly at her.
Tongyue stopped in front of him, glanced at the woman in his arms, and a mocking smile appeared on her beautiful face: "I heard that the senior brother of the Hundred Beasts Garden is going to the Middle Immortal Realm to get married..."
Xiao Jia stammered in rebuttal, immediately jumping up from Ling Mu and waving his hands repeatedly, "No, I didn't!"
Tongyue ignored him, sheathed her spirit sword, and continued in a sarcastic tone, "Junior sister didn't bring a gift, so I'll just make a heart shape with my hands for senior brother. I wish senior brother to have one child a year and a whole clan every hundred years."
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