Chapter 140: Though It Doesn't Compare to Dad's, It'll Do for Now
"Hmm..."
Adai let out a faint groan, his head lolling heavily to one side as he slipped into a deep unconsciousness. His body hung limp against Wu Qianqian's shoulder, swaying helplessly with the rhythm of her frantic sprint.
Wu Qianqian had been running with all her might for about the time it takes to burn half a stick of incense, and she was already gasping for air.
Thump-thump... thump-thump...
Her heartbeat roared in her ears like the beating of a drum. If only her spiritual energy could recover quickly right now... how wonderful that would be.
"Adai? Adai?"
Wu Qianqian called out a few times, but received no response from him. It seemed Adai had completely lost consciousness. Sigh, she would have to rely on herself this time!
Suddenly, the faint, haunting sound of a flute drifted from behind her, causing goosebumps to erupt across her arms. Guided by a woman’s intuition, she sensed danger closing in; if she didn't pick up the pace, she would be overtaken soon.
Wu Qianqian channeled the sliver of spiritual energy she had recovered into her legs. The fatigue vanished instantly, and her speed surged dramatically.
Tap, tap, tap...
She pushed herself to run with the speed of someone racing against death.
...
Because the ghosts had been severely injured by the talismans on the stone walls of the hidden passage—with several even being utterly destroyed—Shi Nuo had no choice but to recall them.
Immediately after, he parted his lips slightly and began to play a different melody. As the melodious tune resonated, several small snakes appeared, slithering across the ground.
"Hiss... hiss..."
"Hiss... hiss..."
They split into three groups, heading toward different passages. These snakes cooperated with seamless coordination, methodically biting off the talismans from the stone walls one by one. A few others took on the task of cleaning up, coiling around the discarded talismans.
As the final talisman was torn away, Shi Nuo discovered the true path. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he issued a command:
"Chase them down that passage!"
By the time they reached the exit, the area was empty.
"Should we... should we keep searching?" one of the ghosts asked.
"How? This territory is the border of the Demon Realm; just ahead lies the entrance to the Demon Realm..."
Shi Nuo gritted his teeth and had no choice but to retreat back into the hidden passage.
...
After Jiang Yan returned to the sect, he... went into seclusion.
Yes, closed-door cultivation—or "seclusion" for short.
The danger his second and fifth senior sisters had faced this time served as a wake-up call. In this world of cultivation, if you don't become strong, you are essentially gambling with your life! For him, the second male lead, simply staying away from the original story's protagonist and heroine was far from enough. Moreover, he realized that even though he was determined to avoid them, he would still "coincidentally" run into them.
The sect tournament was drawing closer, and he could no longer afford to be a slacker. It was time to make a desperate, last-minute effort.
During the days Jiang Yan spent "diligently" cultivating, the little dwarf dragon was also pondering its master plan for transformation. Its round eyes were fixed on the dragon horns displayed in the grand villa's hall.
"Hmm? Yes, not bad."
The little dwarf dragon nodded in satisfaction, then picked up the dragon horns and headed toward the kitchen.
"Master Dragon, what are you doing with those dragon horns?"
Black Flower followed the little dragon's pace, her tone filled with confusion.
"Stewing them, hehehe..." The little dwarf dragon flicked its tail excitedly, its eyes gleaming with cunning. It had once heard its father say that these dragon horns were incredibly nourishing, belonging to a dragon with five thousand years of cultivation. Although they weren't as good as its father's, they would have to do for now...
It had to succeed in its transformation!!