Chapter 332
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Chapter 332: Wujie, Don’t Eat Anymore
After Xu Fan learned about the demon race on the other side, he started to ponder. Suddenly, he remembered the Iron Mischief Monkey puppets in the underground space of Hidden Spirit Island, thinking it would be perfect for them to guard that area.
Around Xu Fan, materials for setting up formations appeared, including the recently mined Xuanjin sand. In mid-air, Xu Fan began to carve a formation to hide the natural passage between the two realms and to set up a teleportation formation at that spot.
“Leader Feng, to completely conceal this place, we need to link it to your fortune. This way, it won’t be detected by the beasts,” Xu Fan said, looking at Feng Chang Ning.
“Alright,” Feng Chang Ning nodded in agreement.
Xu Fan’s eyes showed approval. She truly was an empress, bold and decisive, agreeing so readily to something involving her fortune.
At that moment, a beam of spiritual light flew out from the Sea Ship, transforming into the Five-Spirit Enlightened Monkeys in mid-air. They began forming seals and invoking a fortune-related divine ability.
An invisible hand appeared, pulling a strand of fortune from Feng Chang Ning’s fortune crown and connecting it to the concealment formation. Instantly, a golden wave symbolizing fortune spread outward.
The teleportation formation outside the passage between the two realms started operating. One high-quality Iron Mischief Monkey puppet after another stepped out of the formation and entered the passage.
After finishing all this, Xu Fan looked at everyone and said, “Let’s go; we’re heading home.”
The Sea Ship returned along the same route.
At Hidden Spirit Island, inside the trial tower, over a thousand sect disciples were preparing for the Life and Death Evasion Game.
“Feiyu, what place do you think we’ll get this time?” Jian Wujie asked, a hint of frustration in his eyes.
Swordsmanship cultivators were known for their speed in the cultivation world, yet in this racing game, he and his good friend Feiyu were ranked beyond four hundred.
“I think we can make it into the top four hundred,” Han Feiyu said calmly, already imagining how to avoid various dangers.
“Rawr~~”
At that moment, a furious roar echoed as a mountain-sized world-destroying dragon appeared behind the disciples.
‘Boom~~’
A blast of dragon breath shot toward the sect disciples. In an instant, it was like a starting gun in a race; all the disciples launched forward.
‘Rumble~~’
The sky changed color, and a thunder pool descended, sealing off all space except for a winding tunnel a thousand meters in diameter.
“Wow, this tunnel is different again,” Jian Wujie said, dodging the thunder inside the tunnel.
At that moment, nearly a thousand disciples filled the thunder tunnel, all trying to avoid the lightning ahead and the pursuing world-destroying dragon behind them.
Han Feiyu made a quick Z-turn in the air to dodge the sudden lightning, then flew upward on his sword, narrowly avoiding the dragon breath from the world-destroying dragon behind him.
He glanced at the number of survivors; already over a hundred senior brothers had fallen into the dragon’s jaws.
Just then, a faint beam of light slowly approached Jian Wujie.
Han Feiyu squinted. For some reason, this shadowy senior seemed to be targeting the two of them.
“Wujie, that coin is back again; be careful,” Han Feiyu transmitted a message.
“Got it.”
At this moment, Han Feiyu and Jian Wujie flanked the faint beams of light, directly surrounding it.
The three beams of light seemed to merge into one, wildly dodging the obstacles in the thunder pool passage.
At this time, a sect disciple named Shadow Spike frowned as he watched from the side.
"Peak Master Wang’s points are hard to earn; next time there’s a mission, we must increase the fee," Shadow Spike thought to himself.
As time passed, the thunder pool passage grew smaller, now only half the original diameter, with nearly half of the disciples already inside the belly of the world-destroying dragon.
It was increasingly difficult for the three beams of light to run parallel.
At that moment, Jian Wujie gritted his teeth and directly used his sword to crash into Shadow Spike’s beam of light. Instantly, both lost their balance in the passage and collided with a sudden flash of lightning.
Both of them rigidly fell into the thunder pool, where they were swallowed by the approaching world-destroying dragon.
Jian Wujie walked out of the illusion room and, looking at Shadow Spike, who came out dressed in black with a mask, said, "Brother, do we have a grudge?"
"Ah, we really need to raise the fee now," Shadow Spike replied lightly, glancing at Jian Wujie before his figure turned into a dark cloud and faded away.
"Brother, one day I will defeat you," Jian Wujie said through gritted teeth.
Before long, Han Feiyu also came out of the illusion room.
"Feiyu, how many places did you get?" Jian Wujie quickly asked.
"Three hundred eighty-six," Han Feiyu replied somewhat reluctantly, thinking that if he hadn’t slowed down to dodge those lightning strikes, he could have held on longer.
"Come on, let’s go back to class," Jian Wujie said. During this time, they had been taking the trial in the trial tower, and the rest of the time was spent attending classes at the main peak.
"It’s noon. Want to go eat at Auntie’s?" Han Feiyu looked at the midday sun and couldn’t help licking his lips; after all, the delicious dishes were irresistibly amazing.
"Alright, let’s go."
The two flew toward a mortal city behind the main peak.
While flying, Jian Wujie suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, which then vanished as if it had never happened.
In the sky, Jian Wujie rubbed his head.
"Is the illusion overloaded?" Han Feiyu asked, noting that disciples frequently entering illusions often experienced headaches.
"It should be just a hallucination," Jian Wujie shook his head and replied.
At this moment, in a fairy city on the edge of the central continent, a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator was gazing toward Hidden Spirit Island.
"Kid, wait for me. Once we meet again, after I recover from my injuries, I will take you back to the demon race," a red light flashed in the cultivator’s eyes.
The beast king of the Snow Fox Clan, after suffering serious injuries, had attached herself to a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator using a secret technique and, following the marks left on Jian Wujie, had finally tracked him down after much hardship.
After wandering in the Human Realm for a while, she realized that Jian Wujie was simply a treasure trove of life essence and regretted not appreciating him last time.
Suddenly, while eating, Jian Wujie shivered.
"Wujie, let the Grand Elder take a look when he comes back."
"I feel something is a little off," Han Feiyu said as he put down his bowl and chopsticks.
"Really?" Jian Wujie quickly checked himself and found nothing wrong with his body.
At that moment, a young woman placed a plate of crystal shrimp slices on the table.
"Take your time eating; I have three more dishes to bring," the woman said with a smile.
"Mom, that’s enough; we can’t eat this much," Jian Wujie said with a bitter smile, looking at the table full of delicious food.
"Don’t trick your mother; I know cultivators can eat continuously," the woman said, looking at Jian Wujie with a frown.
"Auntie, please stop; we really can’t finish. These are made from spirit food, and if Wujie eats too much, he’ll gain weight, and those female disciples won’t look at him anymore," Han Feiyu said with a smile, believing that everything should address the root cause.
"Is that so, Wujie? Don’t eat too much," the woman quickly said.
Nothing was more important than her son’s lifelong happiness.
At that moment, the Sea Ship, now reduced to a kilometer in size, flew into the sect and landed in the plain behind the main peak.
Xu Fan brought all the spirit ore from the collection path into the underground space.
