Ma Xiaohong hugged the broken sword tip, not daring to take a step.
She curled up in place, waiting for Chen Xia to come back, but couldn't stop being afraid. Her cultivation at the third layer of the Falling Sea Realm made her seem like only a Qi Cultivation practitioner.
But between the many practitioners at the Sky Patching Realm in the land of great death, her third layer Falling Sea Realm cultivation really was no different from a Qi Cultivation practitioner - in the end, they would both be killed by someone else in one strike.
Ma Xiaohong pursed her lips, lowering her head, not daring to look at the skull that had turned into white bones. Instead, she looked down at the broken sword tip in her arms, unable to help but mutter softly:
"Can you really protect me?"
The broken sword tip had its own consciousness, but it didn't want to speak. In fact, it didn't even want to bother with Chen Xia that much. It had only agreed to guard Ma Xiaohong because Chen Xia had promised it benefits.
Who would do things without benefits?
Ma Xiaohong brushed aside the short hair by her ear, trying her best to hide in the greyish white mist, although she didn't like the mist. But she disliked being discovered even more.
Of course, her way of hiding could only deceive herself.
Chen Xia had hidden here for two years without anything happening, so nothing should happen to her for a while, right?
Ma Xiaohong worried to herself, becoming even more nervous.
People say, what you fear most is most likely to happen.
Without any footsteps, spiritual energy, or any signs, the cultivators appeared abruptly - and not just one, but three cultivators walking together, discussing:
"This quasi-sage relic site is too confusing. We searched half the day without finding any opportunities. Instead, only the three of us remain alive."
"Alas, it can't be helped. Our foundations are lacking. There are too many powerful cultivators in this quasi-sage relic site. We originally wanted to find some opportunities, but now it looks like just surviving would be a success."
"You're right. Even the elders have died inside. We shouldn't think about any opportunities now. Let's go back the way we came and see how we can get out..."
His words suddenly stopped as he looked around warily and asked the greyish white mist: "Who's there?!"
When the cultivator said this, the other two also reacted, sending out their spiritual sense towards the mist. Shortly after, they discovered Ma Xiaohong's figure and immediately prepared their techniques, asking guardedly:
"Which fellow daoist is hiding sneakily over there? If you don't come out now, we'll attack first!"
In this quasi-sage relic site, there was basically no possibility of peaceful coexistence.
Most encounters resulted in a fight.
Because both sides felt that the other had obtained opportunities and wanted those opportunities for themselves.
Even if you didn't get any opportunities, I'll kill you and get your opportunities!
Ma Xiaohong hugged the broken sword tip and walked out tremblingly, speaking deferentially:
"Hello...you."
The three cultivators exchanged glances, sizing up Ma Xiaohong for a while. Then they laughed: "We don't recognize this fellow daoist. Could you have been lying in ambush, waiting to attack us?"
"No, no," Ma Xiaohong quickly shook her head, then revealed an uglier smile than crying to show that she definitely did not have any intention of ambushing them.
One of the cultivators looked at the broken sword tip in her arms, contemplated for a bit, then asked with a smile:
"We don't know which realm our fellow daoist is from. If you're alone, you can come with us for safety along the road."
His words could only trick an idiot.
Ma Xiaohong quickly shook her head. "No...I'm waiting for someone."
"Waiting for someone? Who?" The cultivator's mind tightened and he pressed on.
But Ma Xiaohong only shook her head without answering.
The three cultivators exchanged glances again, communicating mentally:
"Kill her?"
"Is she really waiting for someone?"
"What's her cultivation level? Her spiritual sense seems to only be at the Falling Sea Realm."
"If she's only at the Falling Sea Realm, there's no way she could have entered this quasi-sage relic site. There must be a Sky Patching Realm cultivator backing her up?"
"So, do we kill or leave?"
"Ask her a few more questions. If we can't get any information, kill her and grab the broken sword tip she's holding!"
After exchanging thoughts for a bit, the cultivators smiled and asked Ma Xiaohong again:
"Fellow daoist, which realm are you from? Tell us so we can help you if we recognize it."
"The Immortal Realm," Ma Xiaohong replied with her head lowered, her tone flat without much fluctuation, making it unclear whether she was telling the truth.
The three cultivators frowned, clearly disbelieving her words. As the leading realm, how could the Immortal Realm allow a Falling Sea Realm cultivator to enter the land of great death?
They deliberately asked:
"Excuse our bluntness, but which layer of the Sky Patching Realm is fellow daoist at?"
Ma Xiaohong hugged the broken immortal sword tightly, stuttering unable to get the words out. She imitated the cultivators of the realms, pretending to be confident:
"The Sky Patching Realm...seventh layer."
But her pretense was far too unconvincing, still exposing her apprehension deep down.
"You dare deceive me? Seeking death!" One of the cultivators suddenly roared and directly grabbed at Ma Xiaohong's head!
He intended to instantly kill Ma Xiaohong and seize the broken immortal sword she held.
Even a tiny mosquito was still meat. This Falling Sea Realm cultivator must have some spirit stones on her!
That was his thinking.
But his body suddenly froze as if a chill had frozen him in place.
He stared fixedly at the broken sword tip, realizing that the chill came from it.
The other two cultivators were puzzled and wanted to urge him on.
But just then, a voice spoke up behind them:
"What sect are you guys from?"
They quickly turned to look.
It was a blood-stained figure, seeming to be dragging something in his hand.
Ma Xiaohong's brows rose in pleasant surprise. She quickly said, "You're back!"
The three cultivators frowned at each other, probing Chen Xia's cultivation and finding that he too was only at the Falling Sea Realm.
They were rather confused now.
How could two Falling Sea Realm cultivators dare enter this quasi-sage relic site?
As they observed, Chen Xia revealed himself.
Covered in blood stains, his clothes tattered. His left arm drooped as if broken. His right hand dragged along some kind of skeleton, unclear what it was.
From this look, this Falling Sea Realm cultivator had clearly gone through a fierce battle. They wondered who was so unlucky to actually be killed by a Falling Sea Realm cultivator? Haha.
The three cultivators were somewhat amused. They shook their heads:
"The three of us are in a hurry so we won't bother teasing you two. Just take out all the treasures and opportunities you have. Consider it the price to spare your lives."
Ma Xiaohong looked at Chen Xia worriedly, not daring to speak.
Chen Xia casually tossed aside the skeleton he was holding. He tore open the bloody left side of his shirt, revealing an extremely deep wound underneath. He laughed:
"It's rare for me to make a move. But somehow everything happens at once - I just killed a small tiger..."
His crimson eyes shone as he grinned wildly and continued:
"How did three wild dogs show up for me to kill too?"
The three cultivators froze for a second, just about to retort, when blood sprayed out!
The head of the lead person was already pierced through by a bronze sword!
The cultivator behind him wanted to retreat to dodge, but somehow Chen Xia had already grabbed his head and heavily smashed it onto the ground, embedding the entire head in the dirt.
The last person was left trembling as he looked at the bloody figure before him.
Three 3rd Layer Sky Patching Realm cultivators.
None of them lived past thirty breaths.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
