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Seeing Chen Zongbiao lying in a pool of blood, everyone instinctively halted their steps. No one dared to move forward; they glanced left and right, exchanging anxious looks, hoping someone would take the initiative to rush toward the box at the bridge.
Just as everyone hesitated, Zhao Yourong from Thunderstorm Pavilion made her move. Ignoring her status, she declared, "I don't deny it." After being exposed, Bu Qinyi surged forward. Just as she reached the edge of the bridge, Zhao Yourong suddenly stopped Dong Lai and turned to Guo Xiaochun.
She didn’t kick out; no, Gan Yuan didn’t allow Guo Xiaochun to act because Zhao Yourong was still far from the box at the bridge. She was too distant to reach it.
But perhaps Gan Yuan was wrong. Zhao Yourong revealed a strange smile and pulled out a silver-red mirror from her robe, tossing it toward the box at the bridge.
"Damn it," Hong Yulong muttered under his breath. That was a renowned treasure of Yuxiao Sect—the Small Teleportation Mirror. As its name suggests, it could transport people or objects from one place to another.
Unlike other treasures that were irreplaceable, this item could be mass-produced with some Void Stone sacrifices. Although it was a consumable, it was incredibly difficult to guard against.
As the mirror glimmered with silver light, a silver-red portal formed in mid-air. Through the opening, one could see another blue sky, and a leg extended from the hole, reaching for the box.
The moment Hong Yulong saw the mirror, he drew his Jade Dragon Spear and thrust it toward the mirror, hoping to knock it away or destroy it. But it was too late.
The leg had already grasped the box, and the spear tip was only half a foot away from that leg.
It was too late, Hong Yulong thought grimly. He could see that leg pulling back with the box as it began to vanish from his sight.
Gan Yuan furrowed his brows tightly; they couldn’t afford to lose the box. Until it was opened, no one knew whether its contents were real or fake. No one dared to gamble on even a fifty-fifty chance; even if there was just a hint of uncertainty, they wouldn’t take that risk.
Zhang Lin stared intently at the Jade Dragon Spear, which was relentlessly thrusting forward. There was no time left. As the most powerful cultivator present, Zhang Lin possessed keen insight that surpassed everyone else's. He knew that even if Hong Yulong unleashed the Divine Dragon Emerges from the Sea technique, it would be too late to save Dong Lai.
Mu Qinglong and Luchenzhou shook their heads; nearly everyone felt that it was hopeless.
Wei Wuyou sighed. Without the box, there was no chance to search again, and he wondered when Chongming Guang would appear next. He understood that with his current strength, he would not be able to match Chongming Guang's prowess. Yet, he couldn't deny that he wanted to face such a genius. Even if it meant dying under Chongming Guang's attack, it wouldn't matter much to him—at least, that's how Wei Wuyou felt.
Hong Ling closed her eyes. After so long of effort, had it all been in vain? She truly felt exhausted. Hong Ling didn't want to look anymore; no miracle would happen now, and she had run around for nothing.
Zhao Yourong laughed maniacally as he saw the box about to fall into his grasp.
However, just as Zhao Yourong let out a few laughs, a scream interrupted him. Everyone looked on in disbelief, questioning what had just happened.
Hong Yulong drove the Jade Dragon Spear into the ground and stared solemnly at the gaping hole, the shattered mirror, and the box that lay on the ground—there was something amiss.
A stream of blood flowed from a smooth surface that now hung from the box's handle.
It was here. Gan Yuan quietly held the Mountain Sea Fan behind his back, cautiously on guard against any enemies that Coco might summon.
Luchenzhou slowly drew the sword from his waist. Wei Wuyou revealed fierce battle intent along with a wild grin. Zhang Lin tightened his grip on Yu Xiao; at that moment, everyone held their breath.
"Stop," Yi Dong said as Gu Ping waved toward Liu Lao Jiu. He noticed a tea shop by the roadside and wanted to go in for a drink to quench his thirst.
Liu Lao Jiu also noticed the tea shop and understood Minghong and Gu Ping's intentions. He nodded and said, "Alright then."
Ling Chanzi naturally had no opinions to express. Although exorcising demons sounded like a grand responsibility, it seemed to him that Ling Chanzi was the most relaxed among the three.
While eating, Ling Chanzi took out two cakes from his package. When Gu Ping was resting, Little Monk would chase away the flies nearby. Now that Gu Ping wanted to go to the tea shop for tea, Ling Chanzi naturally followed him to enjoy some tea as well.
Liu Lao Jiu watched Ling Chanzi's tea-drinking posture, which made him look like someone who truly understood the art of tea. He sipped delicately, as if savoring the flavor, which caused both of them to burst into laughter.
"What are we laughing about?" Ling Chanzi asked innocently, not realizing that they were teasing him for trying to act mature.
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