327: remind

"Alright!"

Leng Yimei clapped her small hands, her light tone interrupting Master Qing Xuan's shock as her gaze fell directly on Chu Haotian. "It's time to hand over the Chaos Void Jade."

Chu Haotian's thoughts raced. After hesitating for less than three breaths, he no longer wavered. He knew that in front of an Integration Realm expert, any calculation was futile; if he dared to play tricks, he would only end up like Yan Shu and the other four. With a wave of his hand, a pitch-black jade stone with a faint lingering glow appeared out of thin air. Guided by his spiritual power, it slowly flew toward the young girl above.

Master Qing Xuan, watching from the side, quietly breathed a sigh of relief, cold sweat sliding down his temples.

Just now, he was truly afraid that Chu Haotian would harbor some petty thoughts or make excessive demands that might provoke this capricious girl. Now, it seemed Haotian was more level-headed than he had imagined.

Although they had lost a heaven-rank magic treasure and the mysterious Chaos Void Jade, they had at least saved two lives and eliminated the great plague that was the Demon Suppressing Tower of the Rain God Continent. It was a blessing in disguise.

Leng Yimei raised her hand to catch the flying Chaos Void Jade. Her fingertips rubbed the cold surface of the jade, playing with it casually for a moment before stowing it into her storage ring with a fluid motion.

Having put the item away, she looked up at Chu Haotian again.

"Alright, now it's your turn."

Chu Haotian's heart tightened as a strong sense of unease suddenly surged. He asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by this, young lady?"

Leng Yimei had no interest in explaining further. Her figure blurred, leaving a faint afterimage in place, and in the next second, she appeared before Chu Haotian.

She extended a fair, slender finger and pointed at Chu Haotian through the air. Chu Haotian instantly fainted, his Meridians locked as if by iron pincers.

"I already said I'm in a hurry to get back to the Sect to eat soup dumplings. Why are there so many questions?"

Leng Yimei wrinkled her small nose and muttered a complaint.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the trembling Master Qing Xuan, clearly not taking this Void Refining Realm Cultivator seriously.

Leng Yimei's figure flashed again, turning into a streak of light along with Chu Haotian as they soared into the sky, speeding toward the direction of another battlefield.

Master Qing Xuan narrowed his eyes, looking in the direction the girl had left.

That's... Fellow Daoist Chen?!

...Another location!

Mo Chenzi's whisk spun lightly, its snow-white silk strands winding around the blade like agile snakes, firmly binding the longsword in Chen Xuan's hand. Almost at the same time, with a thought, the Splendid Universe Umbrella behind him suddenly opened. Its surface glowed with a hazy radiance, forcibly diverting a bolt of purple lightning and thunder crashing toward him. The thunder roared, but failed to harm him in the slightest.

Chen Xuan frowned slightly. The longsword in his hand suddenly hummed and vibrated, a powerful and domineering force recoiling along the blade.

Mo Chenzi's fingertips went numb. He took the opportunity to use the force to retreat several feet, maintaining a safe distance. With a flick of his wrist, the whisk spread out like a peacock's tail, thousands of silk strands turning into a dense rain of needles, shooting toward Chen Xuan's vital points with a sharp whistling sound.

But what Mo Chenzi didn't expect was that the Man in White Robes completely ignored the incoming silk strands. Holding the longsword that had not yet broken free from its binding, he charged straight at him, looking like he was ready to trade his life for an injury.

Having no other choice, Mo Chenzi's figure flashed, turning into an afterimage as he instantly retreated several yards, once again putting distance between himself and Chen Xuan.

It wasn't that he didn't dare to clash head-on; it was just that in their previous exchanges, the opponent possessed some unknown exotic treasure that allowed him to safely evade fatal Moves even in seemingly desperate situations. Instead, he would use those opportunities to lure them into revealing a weakness, and Mo Chenzi had nearly fallen for it several times.

Instead, he deliberately used this opportunity to lure them into showing a weakness.

Seeing that his tactic of trading life for injury didn't work, Chen Xuan had no choice but to give up. "As the Tower Master of the Demon Suppressing Tower, Fellow Daoist, why are you so timid and incompetent in a fight?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Mo Chenzi glanced at the remains of the Black Wind Wolf Demon nearby, and he couldn't help but groan inwardly.

A perfectly good four-man ambush had resulted in two losses on his side, yet the Man in White Robes remained unscathed. If he weren't coveting those two powerful heaven-rank magic treasures in the other's hands, he would have already considered retreating, unwilling to continue this entanglement.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Chenzi said in a heavy voice, "There's no need for your bluster. From your previous Moves, your internal Spiritual Qi is already on the verge of exhaustion. Right now, you're just putting up a final struggle."

"Those carefree drinking gestures you made earlier were nothing more than a smokescreen to seize the chance to replenish a bit of Spiritual Qi, weren't they?"

Chen Xuan glanced at the System panel. Killing Daoist Yunche had used one block card, and dealing with that Black Wind Wolf Demon had cost three, leaving nineteen. And the Spiritual Qi in his body was indeed, as Mo Chenzi said, nearly depleted.

"In that case, why waste so many words, Fellow Daoist?"

Chen Xuan put away his thoughts. Holding the longsword in one hand, he crooked a finger with the other and said indifferently, "Since you've already seen through it, why talk so much nonsense? Just make your Move. I'll stand right here and take a few of your Moves."

Mo Chenzi fell silent upon hearing this, his eyes flickering as he weighed the pros and cons.

In the midst of this stalemate, a crisp and lively laugh suddenly came from above. "A Cultivator at the eighth level of the Void Refining Realm actually got bluffed by a single sentence. This is truly interesting."

Chen Xuan suddenly looked up. His gaze first swept over the young girl wearing a veiled hat, then fixed on the figure beside her—it was Chu Haotian!

How did Fellow Daoist Chu end up in such a state?

[Name: Leng Yimei]

[cultivation base: Body Integration Level 5]

[Spiritual Root: Single Metal Spiritual Root]

[Physique: None]

[Aptitude: Great Dao of Gluttony]

What the hell?

Why does it feel like this bucket gives such strange descriptions for every Aptitude?

And this little girl is actually at the fifth level of the Integration Realm.

Hmm... she only looks like a little girl, she's not actually young. Judging by her appearance, she must be over a hundred years old.

Mo Chenzi also looked up in shock, his expression grave as he shouted, "Who are you, Your Excellency?"

Leng Yimei completely ignored Mo Chenzi's questioning and simply beckoned with her small hand. Not far away, the Blazing Fire Dragon that was still fighting with True Person Cang Ling instantly let out a mournful cry, transforming into a crimson Fire Dragon Bracelet and obediently floating toward the girl's palm. Almost at the same time, Chen Xuan felt the longsword in his hand hum violently, breaking free from the silk strands' restraint. With a "whoosh," it turned into a streak of light and flew straight toward Leng Yimei.

Taking the two heaven-rank magic treasures into her hands, Leng Yimei then spoke leisurely, her gaze landing on Chen Xuan. "Hurry and hand over the Chaos Void Jade, and I'll help you deal with these two."

Chaos Void Jade?

Chen Xuan suppressed the shock and doubt in his heart, his face remaining calm as he feigned ignorance. "What are you talking about, young lady? I don't quite understand."

"Stop playing dumb," Leng Yimei snorted. "The moment you fully activated these two heaven-rank magic treasures, the aura my Revered Master left on them guided me here. Naturally, I also know your true identity."

As her voice fell, she waved her hand casually. A faint trace of purple Qi immediately swirled around the Fire Dragon Bracelet and the longsword, firmly enveloping the two Magic Treasures.

Chen Xuan was suddenly startled, and the warning that Number Two had repeatedly given him flashed through his mind—Beware of Number Four!