When Chu Wanwan heard the name Wuyouzi, she almost fell off the Phoenix Palace.
"What did you say? Wuji Sect? Wuyouzi? Senior Brother? Your Senior Brother isn't an old man, is he?"
Chu Wanwan was shocked. Her master had mentioned before that their sect was called the Wuji Sect, and now a senior brother named Wuyouzi had appeared.
But Master is old enough to be an elder! Why did he become the senior disciple?
"No! Our senior brother is handsome and dashing, and not very old, only in his sixties. He has just come of age. He only became senior brother because he is the most talented person in our Wuji Sect and won first place in the sect competition!"
The male immortal cultivator said loudly.
Over sixty? Just turned 18?
What the hell? What is she then? A baby?
However, considering that people in the immortal realm are often hundreds or thousands of years old, being over sixty is indeed considered to be just coming of age.
She was certain that the person they were talking about was her own master, since immortal cultivators have long lifespans and their appearance is something they can do as they please.
My master loves beauty, so there's nothing wrong with him reverting to a younger age!
Thinking of this, Chu Wanwan looked at the Wuji Sect members below, who were fighting in a circle back to back, and asked:
"How many of you are from the Wuji Sect? I can take about fifteen people with me."
Also, you fought down there for so long without running away. Is there something strange about this city? Will your spiritual power stop working once you go inside?
Seeing that the cultivators below were only using sword techniques and not using spiritual power or running away, Chu Wanwan knew that these people probably couldn't use spiritual power anymore.
"There are eight disciples of the Wuji Sect below."
The male cultivator replied, "As for the strangeness in this city, it is indeed so. As soon as we entered this city, our spiritual power was greatly restricted, and we could hardly use it."
Chu Wanwan frowned upon hearing this. She had never encountered a situation like this before, but if what they said was true, then this city did indeed harbor immense danger.
But now is not the time to dwell on these things.
"Feng Que, grow bigger! Take my master's sect members away!"
Chu Wanwan gave the instructions to Feng Que.
"What about the treasure?"
Feng Que gazed longingly at the black sword in the Qingyang Sect man's hand...
"Once he's dead, the Black Sword will be ours! It's too dangerous down there right now, we shouldn't go down!"
Chu Wanwan's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for the people below to hear clearly.
"Hey! Little one, don't push your luck!" Ouyang Ping finally lost his composure after hearing Chu Wanwan's words.
He glared angrily at Chu Wanwan, speaking as he hit her.
Chu Wanwan didn't take it to heart. She chuckled and said, "I'm just telling the truth. There are so many demons down there, and you can't use your spiritual power. Do you really have a way to escape?"
Ouyang Ping was taken aback by Chu Wanwan's words. Indeed, their situation was dire. They were unable to use their spiritual power and could only rely on their swordsmanship to fend off the demons. Moreover, their physical strength was gradually declining as time went on.
"Feng Que, stop dawdling, grow bigger quickly, let's take the person away first," Chu Wanwan urged again.
Upon hearing this, Feng Que no longer hesitated. His body rapidly grew larger, and his wings spread out like a giant cloud, covering half the sky.
Everyone was astonished to see that the colorful bird, which was originally only slightly larger than an eagle, had suddenly become enormous.
"People of the Wuji Sect, grab onto the vines! We'll take you away!" Chu Wanwan shouted. She then took a vine from her spatial storage and hurled it down, directly into the midst of the Wuji Sect disciples.
Seeing this, the disciples of the Wuji Sect grabbed the vines hanging from the Phoenix Pavilion and quickly climbed upwards.
Without a word, the cultivators below charged towards the Wuji Sect. This was their only chance to survive; they had to fight for their lives.
Once they get up there, they'll definitely throw the Wuji Sect disciples down.
This way, even more fellow disciples will survive!
At this moment, a long sword flew over and severed the hand of the immortal cultivator who had just grabbed the vine and was trying to climb up. The immortal cultivator screamed and fell from the vine, crashing heavily to the ground. In the blink of an eye, the demon devoured him, leaving no trace of his body.
Everyone was shocked and turned to look at the cultivators from the Qingyang Sect.
Seeing that Ouyang Ping's own longsword was gone, and that he was holding a precious sword that was obviously of extraordinary origin.
Clearly, that longsword was thrown by Ouyang Ping!
"The remaining spots belong to our Qingyang Sect. Anyone who disagrees, die!"
He was leading the Qingyang Sect members, and spoke with a cold expression.
The cultivators hesitated for only a second before scrambling to climb up again. At this point, who cared whether you were the number one sect in the Second Heaven? With their lives hanging in the balance, what was there to fear?
...
Beneath the vines, besides the immortal cultivators, demons and monsters were locked in a fierce battle.
Too many cultivators grabbed the vines and tried to climb up, causing Feng Que to be pulled down sharply.
Fortunately, the Wuji Sect members were closest to the vines at the time, and since they were all quite skilled, they quickly climbed onto Fengque's back, away from the conflict on the ground.
Seeing this, Chu Wanwan threw away the vine in her hand and immediately said to Feng Que, "Feng Que, take off!"
There could actually be a few more people climbing up Feng Que's back, but there was no way. These people were desperate to survive, and if they didn't throw away the vines, Feng Que would be dragged down, and they might all die.
With a long cry, Feng Que flapped its wings and soared into the sky with the Wuji Sect disciples on its back, quickly flying away from the chaotic battlefield.
On the ground, Ouyang Ping and the disciples of Qingyang Sect were still fighting fiercely with demons and other immortal cultivators, trying to seize vines to climb up, but the vines fell, and they could only watch helplessly as the people of Wuji Sect escaped safely.
"Damn it!" Ouyang Ping cursed through gritted teeth, his heart filled with resentment and anger. He knew that this chance to escape had been lost, and they were now facing the danger of being besieged by demons.
However, at that moment, a group of even more powerful demons suddenly emerged and pounced on them. Ouyang Ping brandished his sword and fought desperately alongside the disciples of the Qingyang Sect, but the demons outnumbered them and they were quickly driven into a corner.
Helpless, Ouyang Ping could only take out a golden talisman and chant incantations. As soon as he finished chanting, the golden talisman suddenly burst out with dazzling light, enveloping Ouyang Ping and the disciples of Qingyang Sect.
With a flash of light, they vanished from the spot...
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