Ling Haoran thought that once Ye Ran was injured in the puppet formation, he would take the opportunity to draw her blood, then break the formation before her and go to the seventh level to draw his sword ahead of time.
[Haha, System, we'll be able to leave soon.]
Hopefully so.
The system's premonition grew increasingly bad; it felt things wouldn't go so smoothly.
Ling Haoran waited patiently for Ye Ran to rush into the puppet formation and fight desperately, so he could follow behind and pick up the scraps.
Seeing Ye Ran walk into the puppet array, he stood behind her, a big smile curving his lips.
The next instant... the curve of his face froze.
Ye Ran leaped into the air in front of the puppet array, and after rising into the air, she formed a hand seal, and solidified spiritual energy swirled around her.
The strong winds brought by the spiritual energy storm made the girl's clothes flutter, and her raven-black hair danced wildly in the gale, making her look like both a fairy and a demon.
A pair of delicate hands danced, creating dazzling afterimages. She pushed her palms forward, and a terrifying, supernatural power surged forth, sweeping towards the puppet array in front of her.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...
One after another, the treacherous puppets fell, quickly being swept away by the storm and reduced to dust, spreading relentlessly forward.
Boss Qi declared that no matter what kind of traps or machinations you use, they are all just paper tigers in the face of absolute power.
The saying goes, "One force can overcome ten techniques."
She wouldn't bother looking for any tricks to break the formation; anything blocking her way would just be blasted to smithereens.
Ata clapped her little hands loudly, "Boss is so cool!"
Ling Haoran felt as if he were watching an absurd dominoes demonstration.
After realizing what had happened, his face turned deathly pale, and his whole body trembled like a leaf.
how so?
Why is it completely different from what's written in the book?
In order to successfully seize this opportunity, he has done nothing but reread the original text these past few days, repeatedly reading the chapters about the birth of the Moonlit Sword.
He remembered the puppet formation very clearly. Ye Ran had a very difficult time passing this test, and only when his life was in danger did he have an epiphany and find the way to break the formation.
But now, the puppet array that cultivators feared was instantly reduced to dust by her in a single move.
Not to mention getting injured or bleeding, there wasn't even a speck of dust on her skirt. She handled it with such ease and nonchalance.
Ling Haoran screamed wildly in his mind.
[This is impossible. She's just a fictional character. Fictional characters must follow the plot of the original work. Things shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be like this.]
The system's premonition had come true; it had given up all hope, its cold voice filled with ruthlessness.
[Fool, don't you understand? It's obvious she's out of the plot's control; we're no match for her.]
What the system didn't say was that it now suspected Ye Ran, like them, knew the whole plot from the beginning and had been playing Ling Haoran like a dog all these years.
The sudden appearance of that hellish illusion was also very likely the work of Ye Ran.
The chosen ones of this world are far more powerful than they can imagine, far beyond their control.
They consider themselves gods who hold the script, treating the characters in the book as two-dimensional beings, and are bursting with a sense of superiority.
But in the eyes of the female lead Ye Ran, they have been like clowns jumping around under her nose all these years, which is ridiculously laughable.
The system was extremely clear-headed at this moment, but Ling Haoran was clearly still unwilling to believe it.
No, that can't be. She's just a fictional character created from paper; she couldn't possibly have such abilities...
The system stopped arguing with him and its sense of crisis grew stronger.
After a moment's thought, it decisively activated the emergency procedure, preparing to forcibly detach from the host.
It wants to leave this fool and find its next host.
Its chosen target was Ye Zhen, who happened to be in the forbidden area at the moment. Without the female lead Ye Ran by her side, it was the perfect opportunity to invade.
Ling Haoran was unaware that the system was already preparing to abandon him, and he still stared at Ye Ran with wide eyes, unwilling to give up.
As the last puppet shattered into dust, the spiritual energy storm, having lost its target, raged wildly, and Ling Haoran, trapped within the formation, endured the torture of being torn to pieces.
But he seemed oblivious to the pain, staring at Ye Ran with a deathly expression, unable to utter a single word.
Qi An waved his hand, and the storm subsided.
She turned around and smiled, walked to Ling Haoran's side, and said sincerely, "Brother Ling, the formation is broken. Let's go to the seventh level. We've been so grateful to have you with us along the way."
Is it because he's holding us back?
Looking at that innocent face, Ling Haoran felt a surge of blood and qi, and coupled with the impact of the spiritual energy storm just now, he vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted.
The system ignored Ling Haoran and forcibly terminated the program, which was already running and the progress bar had reached its final stage.
[The forced exit process is in progress; the progress bar is at 99% and the exit will be successful soon.]
The system peered out through the host's skin and met a pair of cold, indifferent eyes. The expression on that aloof face was neither a smile nor a frown.
In that instant, the spinning blue light froze, as if Ye Ran could see it.
The next second, its conjecture was confirmed.
The girl smiled and said, "This blue system, it must be so boring to hide secretly in other people's sea of consciousness. Come out and play with us."
Ata: ...Why does it feel like I was kicked out of nowhere?
The system was alarmed, just as the progress bar reached its end.
With a powerful struggle, it successfully broke free, and a blue dot of light flew out from between Ling Haoran's eyebrows, quickly fleeing towards the outside of the formation.
Qi An stood at a distance with his arms crossed, watching without making a single move.
Ata was extremely anxious: "Boss, it's about to disappear! Aren't we going to catch it?"
"Don't worry, it can't escape."
The blue dot of light flew far away desperately, trying to continue its escape, when suddenly the light dimmed and it was grabbed in someone's hand.
Then it heard a familiar voice, which was that of its next target host, Ye Zhen.
"Tongzi, I'm so glad to see you. Come on, I'm bored right now, let's chat for a bit. Tell me about your unit."
"Where is your company located? Who is your boss? How many colleagues do you have? What are your job responsibilities?"
"Oh, right, and..." Fu Gui clapped his hands, "How are your salaries and benefits calculated? Are there bonuses and commissions for outstanding performance?"
Ata, watching the live stream in her mind, seized the opportunity to complain: "Boss, come listen, Fugui is planning to switch jobs behind your back."
Changing jobs? Qi An looked over with interest.
Before the system could reply, Fugui boasted smugly:
"Anyway, it's definitely not as good as the treatment I get from Sister An'an. Sister An'an is the best and most conscientious boss."
"Besides, it's obvious without even asking that your leader is no good; he even recycles that kind of filthy garbage."
Ata: ...Damn it, that scheming bitch.
Upon hearing Ata's instigation, Fugui hurriedly explained, "It wasn't me, I didn't do it, Sister An'an, you have to believe me. I just want to work for you. No one but you is worthy to order me around, Fugui!"
"Yes, I believe you," Qi An said calmly. "Your salary can be increased."
"That's wonderful, thank you so much, Sister An'an. Fugui will be devoted to you for the rest of his life."
"Ugh, why? I'm not having it!" Ata jumped up and down in anger.
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