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Chapter 284 The Stunning Senior Sister Sticks Closely to Me
"Watch out, everyone, someone's coming!"
A Taoist priest whose whisk was broken in half cried out in surprise.
When they saw Xie Buci's team of ten, brimming with spiritual energy and dressed in neat clothes, descend like gods, the survivors, who were like frightened birds, all changed their expressions.
"They're from the Hehuan Sect! How could so many of them still be alive?"
A female cultivator from the Hidden Moon Sect pulled her companion and retreated frantically.
"Get out of their way!"
Another Xuan Yin Sect ghost cultivator gripped the Soul-Summoning Banner tightly and hurriedly retreated.
They retreated to both sides in perfect unison, like a tide, making way for the team to reach the core of the pillar of light.
Wenren Ji, clutching the broken sword, coldly glanced at the retreating crowd.
"A bunch of useless trash."
He sparingly uttered four words.
"Junior brother, don't be so harsh. It's not easy for them to have survived until now."
Yu Jianhuan replied in a sweet, coquettish voice.
The spatial repulsion within the ruins had reached its peak, and the violent pulling sensation threatened to crush any living beings that did not belong there.
Xie Buci turned around, his gaze sweeping over Mo Chengyue, Qin Wanzhuang, and the other nine people, confirming that everyone's teleportation jade slips had been activated.
"Senior brother, the tearing force of this teleportation channel is quite strong."
Mo Chengyue offered a timely reminder.
"I'm here."
A calm smile appeared on Xie Buci's lips.
He stepped into the pillar of light first, followed closely by the other nine.
"Everyone stay close together, don't get separated."
Qin Wanzhuang gave a word of advice.
This time, there was no spatial chaos or panic as before when they entered the formation. Under the guidance of the incomplete version of the Small Sumeru Vajra Formation that Mo Chengyue quietly operated, the auras of the ten people were connected into a perfect whole.
The white light completely engulfed them, and they moved steadily through the turbulent currents of spatial laws with an indestructible presence.
"Finally going back, I really want to take a nice petal bath."
Lin Miaoyin sighed in the white light.
"When I get back, I will make those who looked down on me pay the price."
Jin Qiaoqiao clenched her fist.
The perspective shifts back to the outside world.
Lead-like clouds filled the sky above the Burial Immortal Plain, and the giant ships of the Hehuan Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect, among other demonic sects, hovered in mid-air, creating an atmosphere of extreme oppression.
On the deck, the sect elders stared with grim faces at the few disciples with severed limbs and broken bodies who had fallen out of the pillar of light.
"There are so few people left. This trial is practically a massacre."
An elder of the Hehuan Sect pounded on the gunwale of the ship, gritting his teeth.
"It's good enough that we came out alive. Look at the righteous sects over there, it's even more appalling."
Another elder sighed.
"Our Hehuan Sect suffered heavy losses this time, and we will settle this score with them sooner or later."
Sect Master Jiang Wei stood on a high place, his face ashen.
The largest teleportation array at the exit suddenly unleashed a terrifying spiritual pressure that distorted the surrounding space.
"Look, what's that?"
A sharp-eyed deacon pointed to the exit and exclaimed in surprise.
Ten tall figures, like a drawn sword, steadily emerged from the pillar of light without the slightest stumble.
The combined pressure of the ancient golden elixir and the transformed great demon swept across the entire area, causing the high-ranking members of the demonic sect on the nearby giant ship to feel a tightness in their hearts.
"What a terrifying aura! Could it be that one of our patriarchs has emerged from seclusion?"
An elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect looked on warily.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the ten people landed precisely on the deck of the Hehuan Sect's No. 7 flying boat.
Mo Chengyue, no longer the socially awkward person he used to be who would shrink into a corner, stood confidently in the center of the line, with Qin Wanzhuang and Xie Buci standing in front of and behind him respectively.
They were completely unharmed, and their breathing was not even slightly disordered.
"Sect Master, Xie Buci, a disciple of Qingquan Peak, has returned safely with his fellow disciples."
Xie Buci's voice echoed steadily across the deck, which reeked of blood.
This ten-person squad was impeccably dressed and full of vitality. Even Qin Wanzhuang's high ponytail was perfectly neat, making them stand out among the routed soldiers.
The surrounding area was littered with the remains of the surviving disciples of the Hehuan Sect, their arms and legs severed. Thick blood stained the once magnificent purple-gold deck a dark brown, and suppressed groans filled the air.
Taking advantage of the perfect opportunity when everyone's attention was focused on Xie Buci, Mo Chengyue quietly took a half step back and shrank into the deepest shadow of the group.
He knew the principle that the wind would surely destroy it, and at this moment he was deeply implementing the survival essence that if the sky fell, his senior brother would hold it up.
A gust of air surged in mid-air as Sect Master Jiang Wei and several inner sect elders responsible for providing support descended from the high-level control room of the flying boat.
The elders, whose faces had turned ashen at the sight of the few disabled disciples on the deck, froze uncontrollably when they glanced at Xie Buci's full ten-man squad.
"How is this possible? That good-for-nothing Qingquanfeng, who spends all his time hanging out in brothels, has actually returned unscathed?"
An inner sect elder dressed in a gray robe stared wide-eyed at Xie Buci's young and handsome face in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Not only him, look at the people following him."
Another red-faced elder gasped, pointing at the several stunning female cultivators behind Qin Wanzhuang and Mo Chengyue, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"The Holy Maiden Lin Miaoyin of Purple Bamboo Peak, the ruthless Yu Jianhuan of Jade Rain Peak, and even the aloof and cold Su Qingying of Azure Cloud Peak are all here."
The red-faced elder swallowed hard, his gaze finally settling on Jin Qiaoqiao, who was surrounded by iridescent light and had a tall, slender figure. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
"That was actually a Transformation Stage Great Demon! How could such a terrifying being be mixed up with a group of Core Formation Stage disciples without triggering their obliteration by the laws?"
Jiang Wei stood with his hands behind his back in front of the crowd, his deep eyes filled with extreme surprise and doubt, but his worldly-wise face did not show much emotion.
He forcefully suppressed the urge to interrogate them on the spot, swept his imposing gaze over the group of proud young men, each with their own thoughts, and casually waved his right hand, which was adorned with a jade thumb ring.
"You are all heroes of the Hehuan Sect for coming back alive. No matter what you have been through, go back to your posts and rest."
Elder Li, who was in charge of the Soul Lamp and the Register of Life Tablets, walked out with a hunched back and slightly trembling hands, holding up a jade slip that emitted a dim, eerie light.
"I will now begin checking the list of survivors. When your name is called, please respond so that the sect knows whether your foundation still exists."
Elder Li ignored Xie Buci's team's glamorous appearance and instead, with a pale face, moved among the groans and bloodied figures, checking the breaths of the survivors one by one.
"Zhang San of Dan Ding Peak has a broken left arm and his golden core is covered with cracks. His cultivation level has dropped to the early stage of Foundation Establishment."
Elder Li looked at the fat man at his feet who was clutching his severed arm and wailing, shook his head, made a stroke on the jade slip, and spoke with endless sorrow in his tone.
"Li Si of Beast Taming Peak, whose natal spirit beast died in battle, suffered severe damage to his soul and will never be able to return to his peak."
The severely injured disciples, upon seeing the elder approach, began to sob with suppressed relief, their grief a stark contrast to their initial overwhelming confidence.
Those who survived on the deck huddled together in a corner, supporting each other and whispering among themselves. Their bloodshot eyes would occasionally dart toward the three people standing ramrod straight on Qingquan Peak.
"Look at those three freaks on Qingquan Peak. They don't even have a single scratch on them. Could it be that they've been hiding in some rat hole for seven whole years?"
A swordsman whose nose had been cut off gritted his teeth in hatred, his eyes practically blazing with jealousy.
"Let's leave Xie Buci aside for now, but that female demon Qin Wanzhuang is usually so obsessive about cleanliness, yet this black outfit of hers doesn't even have a single drop of mud on it."
The female cultivator with the broken leg next to her clutched her painful chest wound, her voice filled with resentment and confusion, her eyes red as if they were about to bleed.
"The most bizarre one is Mo Chengyue. He's usually a nobody who doesn't even dare to speak loudly in the Scripture Pavilion. How did he manage to survive in that kind of hellish situation?"
"What's even more outrageous is that he's allowed to stand between the Holy Maiden and Senior Sister Su, and those arrogant and beautiful geniuses are actually protecting him in their formation with him at the center."
Jealousy and incomprehension spread among the remaining disciples in a small circle, and those sour words drifted into the ears of the ten-person team on the sea breeze.