Chapter 32: Outer Sect Disciple-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

All the young disciples who entered through the three gates encountered difficulties on their journey: some were trapped by snow, some were swept up and tossed around by strong winds, others were nearly dehydrated under the scorching sun, and some were chased by wild beasts, leaving everyone struggling to cope.

After enduring pouring rain, heavy snow, blazing sun, and fierce winds, Wei Yunxi found herself pursued by spirit beasts. Although she sensed it wasn’t real, she dared not stop, for the sensation of pain was all too convincing. As she ran, she muttered under her breath.

At the rearmost end, Su Li caught sight of the old trickster’s casual gestures and couldn’t help but let out a cold sneer. So many people were naïve enough to think they had stumbled upon great fortune, unaware that this old fellow was likely the greatest thief along this entire journey.

The young man had a gaunt face, cropped hair, medium build, and wore a black down jacket. His hair gleamed with oil, and he gesticulated animatedly as he chatted about everything under the sun with Yang Ting. His name was Wang Jian, the publicity officer of their high school class, adept at navigating social circles and getting along famously with Yang Ting.

Lu Yuchu, the scapegoat, still lay curled up on the ground, unable to move after the violence he had just suffered. No one came over to give him another outlet for his anger.

Yun Tianbiao and his companions had just reached the foot of Dulong Ridge when they saw clouds of dust billowing ahead, as if a large group was heading their way. Yun Tianbiao exchanged glances with Luan Tingyu, and the pair hastily ordered everyone to form ranks and prepare for battle.

“If you think you’re so capable, go ahead and try. You’re only a fragment of my consciousness, with barely twenty percent of my power—how can you defeat me? Be sensible and let yourself be devoured.” The Demon King’s face was full of arrogance as he spread his arms wide.

He could not remain indifferent. As a man—a man of the desert—he felt he ought to stride forward to Princess Mengyu, to shield her from the cruel fate that seemed to cut straight through her heart.

It seemed that not only had Su Li failed, but old thief Sword Thirteen had met with setbacks as well and was now preparing to make a bold move.

“Lin Ran, I agree with your plan, but I don’t want what happened today to happen again. I hope you’ll truly prove yourself a worthy leader and not let your emotions rule you like this anymore.” Listening to A Fei’s earnest advice, Lin Ran nodded slightly.

“How laughable! What evil aura could possibly be on me? Clearly you’re the charlatan here, spreading nonsense and slander. I won’t stoop to your level, yet you turn around and accuse me!” I forced myself to appear calm, my eyes blurry as I stared at him, speaking with righteous indignation.

Liu Ruoxi was stunned. She knew the Liu family was finished. Although the Liu family’s assets amounted to over a hundred million, in the face of the Kong family of Jiang Province, they were like newborn infants.

Go on, then. Best if you never return. Lofimina and Han Yixue shot a look of disdain at Ge Yaqi, cursing him silently in their hearts.

No dogs barked, nor hounds howled; the patrols of the princely residence assumed all was at peace and naturally had no reason to wander about aimlessly.

“Let’s see how you block this now,” Nie Shao whispered, his voice faint—the strength to speak had left him, and the backlash from his spiritual energy had wounded him far more than appearances suggested.

Perhaps after mastering the Nine Swords of Solitude, one could parry blade with blade and meet sword with sword, but for now, neither of the two in the ring had reached such a level of seamless mastery. Since they were employing the “Xiao Shi Rides the Dragon” technique, the two swords remained unresponsive to the hidden weapons darting in, leaving them to be driven into their bodies, whereupon they could only rely on medicine and sheer will to endure.

“Bang! Bang! Bang... Boom!” Under the immense force, the body of the Massacre Maniac slammed through three giant trees as thick as a man’s embrace, before crashing deep into another, finally bouncing to the ground.

Downstairs was spacious, and most of those seated there were simply people come to eat. Some sat in pairs, others alone, so the place felt rather scattered and quiet.

From a distance, one could only hear the faint splashing of water and catch glimpses of misty rainbow light spraying in waves; nothing else could truly be seen.