Chapter 113

On the other side, the scattered disciples had almost dispersed like birds and beasts.

Zhou Xingyun and Xue Yu were running together, and all the swordsmen’s personal swords were in mustard seed bags, which was the most troubling part.

Outside the battlefield, people began pointing fingers at other sects:

“Ye Qiao has mustard seed bags.”

“She should have given them to Duan Heng Dao initially, and then to those disciples. At least with the mustard seed bags, they would have had a chance to counterattack.”

At least it wouldn’t have been such a one-sided situation.

“But what if Duan Heng Dao’s plan failed? The mustard seed bags might have been sent back to the Demon Clan? Taking them herself was the best option, at least it ensured the mustard seed bags wouldn’t be taken by the Demon Clan.”

While the disciples were all fleeing, no one knew that Ye Qiao had mustard seed bags, and after such a long time, she should have already gotten out.

“At least one of our sects managed to escape.” Ming Xuan panted as he scattered the few talismans he had left.

At least they hadn’t been completely wiped out.

“If I die, I don’t know if my father will buy me the most expensive grave.”

Xue Yu glanced at him, “Stop thinking about it. If you’re dead, you’re dead. Rest in peace.”

“You’re so mean.” Mu Chongxi clicked his tongue, “Why crush a young man’s last wish?”

After a brief discussion, a few swordsmen decided to hold back the two Yuanying cultivators and let the other disciples escape.

“Leave the talismans.” Ye Qinghan said, “Throw away whatever talismans you have, quickly set up the formation, and let the alchemists and artifact practitioners leave first.”

The items that alchemists and artifact practitioners could use were all in the mustard seed bags, so it was useless to keep them here.

The talisman practitioners could stay and set up formations.

Yun Que instinctively wanted to escape but was ruthlessly pulled back by Ming Xuan. The young man’s clear voice was slightly raised, and his peach blossom eyes stared straight at her, “Why are you running? Aren’t you a talisman practitioner?”

“Why should I die with you!” Yun Que’s emotions were completely out of control, “Why should I be left behind?”

“Do you think being a core disciple means you should have no sense of self-preservation?” Chu Xingzhi sneered, “This is the Immortal Realm.”

Yun Que bit her lip, holding back tears, “And Ye Qiao? She ran away. Why can’t I run? She always ran faster than anyone else. Why only criticize me?” She felt utterly wronged; everyone is selfish, why demand her to be self-sacrificing?

Chu Xingzhi was momentarily speechless.

“She can run, so why doesn’t she?” Shen Ziwei was stunned, “And who told you that Ye Qiao has run away?”

This was indeed a huge misunderstanding.

*

Unable to find a way to fly up, the two could only continue exploring the depths, trying to find an exit.

Ye Qiao: “So many skeletons. It seems many people have died here.”

“They’re probably just loose cultivators.” Song Han Sheng said with a hint of disdain for loose cultivators.

Ye Qiao was speechless, “At a time like this, could you please put away your classist discrimination?”

Song Han Sheng snorted coldly.

Ye Qiao reached out and pulled the KFC (Kentucky Fried Chicken) that had jumped down with them.

The two looked at each other and then set their sights on the only phoenix that could fly up unobstructed.

“Hey, KFC.” Ye Qiao looked at it with bright eyes, “Can you get a bit bigger and take us both up?”

It gave Ye Qiao a “are you out of your mind?” look.

It was obvious that it was impossible.

The KFC was small, and the two of them would probably crush it. While others might not think of riding a demon beast, the fact that Ye Qiao was often carried around by the Scarlet Bird proved that it was indeed possible to ride demon beasts.

Ye Qiao pondered for a moment and then started thinking of other ways out, “Since there are spiders like this, I guess there must be other demon beasts here.”

Song Han Sheng’s expression was cold as he said, “Just say what you want to do.” After all the mutual harm between them, every time Ye Qiao spoke, it didn’t bode well.

“Let’s do this,” Ye Qiao said, smiling slightly as she put her hands behind her back, “You set up the formation to protect me. I’ll use Bamboo shoot to attract those demon beasts and pick one that can take us up. We’ll deal with the other demon beasts on the spot.”

“How about it?”

Song Han Sheng laughed angrily, “Are you picking a concubine here?”

Still choosing a demon beast.

But it had to be said, this method was feasible.

*

“What are the core disciples of the Changming Sect doing?”

“The numbers on Changming Sect’s jade slips have changed.”

Who did it?

On the first day, they were all captured, and now all the core disciples are busy escaping. The numbers hadn’t changed for a long time, but just as everyone was worried about these children’s situations, the numbers mysteriously spiked.

The Changming Sect’s numbers soared straight to the top.

The top sect, Wen Jian Sect, originally had around a hundred demon beasts, while Changming Sect was previously fourth with sixty, rounding it off. It was obvious who did it.

Now Changming Sect was firmly in first place, with numbers still rising.

Have they gone mad?

Which core disciple is so reckless that they are not only escaping but also dealing with demon beasts?

At the bottom of the cliff, as soon as Bamboo shoot was taken out, demon beasts surged up immediately.

As expected, their cultivation levels were not high, and they had all kinds of strange shapes. Ye Qiao frowned, “Did they just grow this way because no one sees them here?”

Song Han Sheng didn’t get the joke and said coldly, “Stop wasting time. Hurry up and choose.”

“This one?” Ye Qiao clicked her tongue, pointing to a green bird not far away.

“Too fat.”

Ye Qiao: “What about that black one?”

“Too ugly.”

Ye Qiao: “You’re really picky.”

The other demon beasts: “……” Though they didn’t understand, they became extraordinarily angry and agitated.

While the two continued their unproductive conversation, Ye Qiao used her sword techniques to control the situation. Despite the difference in cultivation levels between them and the Jindan stage demon beasts, with Song Han Sheng setting up formations to assist, they managed to temporarily stabilize the scene.

Ultimately, Ye Qiao chose a red bird and tossed Bamboo shoot into the field, pointing at the Jindan stage demon beast, “This big one—it’s clearly meant for us to ride, right? Song Han Sheng, this one will do. Quickly deal with the other demon beasts so we can ride this one out of here.”

Song Han Sheng twitched at the corners of his mouth. As expected of you.

“You go ahead,” he took a deep breath, “I’ll draw some defensive talismans; the formation won’t hold for long.”

With only a few talismans left and not having to escape for once, Song Han Sheng directly gathered his Qi, used his spiritual sense, and began drawing talismans with a wolf-hair brush.

Talismans were very useful at the bottom of the cliff, and they had used quite a few, so they were indeed running low.

Ye Qiao nodded, not disturbing him, and went to deal with the demon beasts that had been attracted.

After all, she had many mustard seed bags; if she couldn’t fight them off, she could still use pills, talismans, and magical tools.

Ye Qiao was experiencing the joy of having abundant resources for the first time.

Song Han Sheng drew the talismans quickly. After several hours, his face had turned quite pale.

Seeing his ashen appearance and understanding that this was the result of spiritual exhaustion, Ye Qiao used Bamboo shoot to push back the advancing demon beasts and kindly asked, “Can you still continue like this?”

She usually exhausted her spiritual sense while drawing talismans, then rested and drew again, repeating this process.

Song Han Sheng: “I can.” He said this as blood dripped from under his nose.

He expressionlessly wiped away the blood.

A head can be severed, blood can flow, but face cannot be lost.

He was the most outstanding talisman practitioner of the Moon Clear Sect.

“Never mind.” Ye Qiao looked at his familiar pale face from losing too much blood and fell silent for a moment, “I’ll do the drawing.”

She activated her Cleansing Wind Technique with Bamboo shoot, creating a breeze that cleared the surrounding area, “Just block these demon beasts with the formation, and I’ll draw the talismans.”

Dealing with demon beasts was relatively easy, but drawing talismans was challenging. Talisman practitioners needed a quiet environment and complete focus to succeed. Song Han Sheng’s skills were impeccable; he managed to avoid any failures even in such an environment.

Ye Qiao sighed, acknowledging that the reason for being the top was not without merit.

“You can draw talismans?” Song Han Sheng glanced at her. No one had seen her talisman-drawing skills, and her level was still a mystery.

Talismans that could save lives in crucial moments were highly delicate. A slight mistake could ruin them, and the success rate was very low. Song Han Sheng had spent a long time understanding such talismans when he first encountered them.

The benefit of having two talisman practitioners was that if one’s spiritual sense was exhausted, the other could take over.

Ye Qiao: “I can.” After saying this, she couldn’t help but question her life for a moment.

Did she really look like the kind of idle talisman practitioner who only knew how to set up formations and couldn’t draw talismans?

Song Han Sheng’s spiritual sea was also struggling. He handed his wolf-hair brush to her and urged, “Please hurry up.”

Everyone has different talents in drawing talismans. If the speed is too fast, a slight mistake could ruin everything, so talisman practitioners with lesser talent need to draw each stroke carefully.

He didn’t expect Ye Qiao’s talent to be incredibly fast, but at least she shouldn’t be as slow as Yun Que.

Previously, Yun Que’s pace of drawing a stroke and then resting almost gave Song Han Sheng a stroke himself.

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Two chapters, six thousand five hundred words. Don’t say I’m slacking off, I’m really busy.