Jia Xitong didn't hold back in attacking him from three dimensions: appearance, ability, and special talents. She spoke with such conviction that Wan Zhi was starting to wonder if he was a particularly bad singer.
On the other side
The small courtyard where Bai Yu Zhenjun was imprisoned was deserted. Shang Yanting sat while Bai Yu Zhenjun stood, and the atmosphere between them was tense.
"You'd better listen to me. At this critical juncture, no one will be willing to help you."
After speaking, Shang Yanting stood up. The moonlight was dim, making it impossible to see Bai Yu Zhenjun's expression…
Shang Yanting walked out the door, looked at the starry sky, and headed back the way he came. Just as he entered the room, he heard Wan Zhi recounting the tragic story of one of Miao Duo's capable lieutenants being rejected by his fiancée three times.
He went inside and glanced at Wan Zhi, who looked slightly haggard and had foam at the corners of his mouth.
In fact, one can sometimes understand why Wanzhi dislikes Xitong so much, because no one else can make Wanzhi rack his brains to tell all sorts of scandalous stories and dark histories of high-ranking demonic cultivators like she does.
"Dear host, you're back!"
Jia Xitong knew he had returned just by the sound of his footsteps.
"Why aren't you resting yet, making so much noise with Wanzhi?"
Is this even human language?
Wan Zhi, who was telling a story, choked for a moment. Could it be that he was too eager to tell the story?
"Oh, don't blame Wanzhi. Wanzhi told me a lot about things that happened to you while I was away."
Upon hearing this, Wan Zhi outside suddenly had a strong premonition...
Hearing her strange tone, Shang Yanting looked down and asked, "What did he say?"
"It's nothing, it's just that you've been in a hurry to save a female cultivator surnamed Mo lately, and you're planning to hitch a ride on Senior Mo Hongyun's coattails and then make your mark."
She hadn't believed Wan Zhi when he said it, but she was still bothered by it. Jia Xitong deliberately said it aloud, staring at him with wide eyes—
If this is true, then he's doomed!
Shang Yanting: ...
He silently walked out again, and then heard Wan Zhi plead for mercy. A moment later, he returned.
"Dear host, what did you do to him?"
Jia Xitong asked curiously, after all, Wan Zhi had screamed so pitifully just now, "Did you break it?"
"He's just hanging upside down."
As Shang Yanting spoke, he took off his outer robe, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscular forearms, and said, “Those people from Yimeng Academy did send me a letter asking me to rescue those idiots who were captured as soon as they arrived, but the so-called female cultivators of the Mo family are complete nonsense.”
He brought in a basin of warm water, wet a towel, and gently wiped her face. "Instead of thinking about this, you should help me figure out how to rescue those idiots."
“Well… let’s use the process of elimination first. Using Senior Bai Yu as a hostage to exchange for another hostage is absolutely not feasible.”
As soon as Jia Xitong finished speaking, Shang Yanting stopped wiping her face. "You've used all your intelligence on these kinds of things."
As the two were interacting, a sound like an eagle's cry suddenly rang out in the sky above the Heavenly Palace.
The cries grew increasingly urgent, unlike the calls of a normal eagle. Outside their room, there was a commotion, as if everyone was running outside.
Shang Yanting put down the damp towel. "I'm going out for a bit now. Wait for me in the room."
"What's wrong?"
Hearing the strange sound, Jia Xitong asked, "Is this an alarm?"
"Yes, the demonic cultivators have discovered the Heavenly Palace."
Shang Yanting patted her head. "Don't worry, it should be easy to handle."
Is it really... easy to handle?
Jia Xitong wanted to ask Wan Zhi, but this magical artifact rarely spoke the truth. Listening to it would only increase her anxiety.
Thinking of this, she tried her best to get up by herself.
The wound on her shoulder, which had not yet fully healed, became unbearably painful because of her movements. She stepped over Wan Zhi, who was hanging upside down, and opened the door to see the martial arts cultivators standing in a row in the sky, confronting the demonic cultivators.
The demonic cultivators were clearly well-prepared this time, outnumbering the martial cultivators by at least three times, and their leader was none other than the Demon Elder.
He was seriously injured when Shang Yanting struck him that day, but I didn't expect him to have returned so quickly. This time, his entourage and posture made it seem like he was ready to fight Shang Yanting to the death.
Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.
Without saying anything, the Demon Elder directly ordered the demon cultivators, who outnumbered the martial cultivators three to one, to engage in a real fight.
Chaos ensued everywhere.
The battlefield was filled with the glint of swords and the fierce fighting. People kept falling from the sky due to injuries or exhaustion of their spiritual energy.
Both martial arts practitioners and demonic practitioners exist.
Jia Xitong stared at the ceiling, trying hard to make out where Shang Yanting was. Behind her, Wan Zhi, hanging upside down, watched people die one after another with an excited look in his eyes.
kill!
That's how you kill!
Just as he was extremely excited, this excitement came to an abrupt end when the Demon Elder led his men to drag out a group of hostages.
"Don't you want these people anymore? If you move another muscle, I'll kill one of them."
As he spoke, he raised his long sword, grabbed a middle-aged martial artist, and brought the sword down with a swift motion.
The cultivator's head rolled off instantly.
Jia Xitong remembered this person! He was the peak master of a small academy, representing that academy to eliminate the Child of Annihilation.
Most of these people were there to curry favor with Shang Yanting, their true purpose being to find the Child of Annihilation. They had come specifically to pay their respects to Shang Yanting several times. A martial arts master in the early stages, killed just like that?!
In fact, it wasn't just this one who died; all of them who struggled fiercely were killed. These vicious demonic cultivators used a bizarre method to suppress their cultivation, leaving them like lambs to the slaughter.
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