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"Hmph! It seems we really came to the right place!" Lan Ran Qingtian said, and Sikong Xueyi frowned: "Did you feel that? Although we are only above and below the cliff, the temperature is drastically different!"
As she said this, the two others also felt it. It was December, and the weather was already cold, but up on the cliff, the cold wind was biting. However, down below, it felt like early spring, with even the wind blowing warmly.
What a comfortable weather! Xiang Xueer was already sweating slightly. The three of them followed the trail of debris left behind and continued forward. The ground gradually became wider, and before long, they had left the cliff and arrived at an open area.
Xiang Xueer furrowed her brows. She leaped up to the top of a towering tree and looked around; there was no end in sight, and she had no idea where they were.
She flew down, and Qingtian hurried over to ask, "How is it? Any new discoveries?"
Xiang Xueer shook her head helplessly: "No, we have no idea how far this plain stretches. It seems we still need to follow the traces further!"
"In that case, let's hurry!" Sikong Xueyi said as she took off her Holy Ten Cloak. With a wave of her hand, the cloak floated in mid-air. She jumped onto it.
"Wow!" Xiang Xueer exclaimed in amazement; it was even more impressive than a flying carpet from a fairy tale. She turned to the two and laughed, "Come on up; let Taotie rest for a while."
How thoughtful! Xiang Xueer reached out and patted Taotie's forehead: "You’re lucky, Taotie; go back to the Void Realm and take a break!"
Saying this, the two jumped onto the flying carpet. Sikong Xueyi flicked her fingers, and the carpet began to soar rapidly. Xiang Xueer crossed her arms in front of her chest and nodded enthusiastically: "Not bad, not bad; it's just like a convertible BMW!"
"What is a convertible BMW?" Qingtian and Sikong Xueyi looked at her in confusion. Xiang Xueer scratched her head: "A convertible BMW is like a luxury carriage that modern people ride."
"Oh!" The two nodded in vague understanding. Qingtian couldn't help but laugh: "This Shirley really makes me wonder if she belongs to this era; what she says is simply unheard of."
Sigh! Telling you all this wouldn't help; what computers or luxury cars, what rich handsome guys or poor short ones—Xiang Xueer pouted as she returned to reality. She looked up at the sky; it was getting dark. In just a few days, there would only be five days left—this was quite troublesome.
Meanwhile, Li Yunyang and Lian Cheng Xue had been cultivating in that icy river for two whole days, but their progress with the Seven Character Formula was still not very smooth.
He sat by the shore resting. Lian Cheng Xue was doing alright, trying to contact the Five-Character Formula. It seemed that they could succeed once in three or five attempts, but with their current abilities, it was still not enough to confront the Fire Rat and Wolf King.
Li Yunyang closed his eyes and began meditating. The most important thing for him now was to keep imagining. If he wanted to reach the realm his master spoke of, these few days would probably not be enough.
The two were focused on their cultivation when suddenly, Li Yunyang's nose wrinkled slightly. In the air, he sensed a faint demonic aura. He cautiously opened his eyes, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a red flame descending from the sky like thunder, crashing down towards the ground.
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, he didn't even have time to see who the opponent was before he started running from the flame. With three thunderous booms on the ground, Li Yunyang was forced to jump into the water.
"What’s going on?" Lian Cheng Xue was completely confused. Before he could react, a burst of fire came from above, exploding on the tranquil surface of the water and sending splashes everywhere.
Li Yunyang and Lian Cheng Xue flew out of the water and landed on the ground. He shouted angrily at the sky, "Who are you? Show yourself!"
"Ahahaha!" A chilling laugh echoed from above. The two looked up and their expressions darkened as they saw two figures standing atop a cloud of black mist—it was none other than Fire Rat and Wolf King.
How did these two scoundrels end up here? Li Yunyang felt puzzled. Lian Cheng Xue gripped his Black Iron Sword tightly and said, "Damn it, this is trouble! We haven't mastered the Seven-Character Formula yet, and our master isn't here either!"
Who could argue with that? Li Yunyang began to worry. In the blink of an eye, Fire Rat and Wolf King landed just a step away from them.
"What do you want?" Li Yunyang pointed his sword at Fire Rat. Seeing his tense expression, Fire Rat grinned widely and said, "I don't want anything; I've just been feeling a bit restless these past few days and wanted to find someone to practice on!"
Lian Cheng Xue frowned upon hearing this. These two wouldn't just show up for no reason; especially together—it definitely meant there was some kind of scheme.
Wolf King casually hoisted his massive Wolf Tooth Blade onto his shoulder and glanced at Fire Rat indifferently. "Fire Rat, don’t get too caught up in playing; don’t forget about our mission from the Demon Lord!"
Demon Lord? Li Yunyang's heart sank as he turned to look at Lian Cheng Xue. "No way! Didn't the Demon Lord get killed by our master?"
"Hey! You’re looking around too much—are you underestimating me?" Fire Rat had already begun attacking Li Yunyang, leaving five silver claw marks in the air that struck against his Azure Dragon Sword with loud cracks.
This guy is incredibly strong. The first time Li Yunyang faced off against Fire Rat, he remembered that the last opponent he saw this guy fight was Feng Qingyang. He couldn't counterattack in time and could only keep dodging, unable to launch an effective offense.
"Haha!" Fire Rat arrogantly laughed again, "So you're Feng Qingyang's top disciple? You're nothing special. No wonder your master isn't that impressive; his disciple is naturally weak. I can take your life within a hundred moves!"
What? Li Yunyang hated nothing more than someone insulting his master's reputation. His eyes blazed with fury as he raised his blade and charged at Fire Rat.
In an instant, the battle reached a stalemate. Wolf King glanced at Fire Rat and couldn't help but sigh, "I really can't control this guy. I've already told him not to play around!"
Watching Li Yunyang struggle to defend himself, Lian Cheng Xue felt a drop of sweat trickle down his forehead. This Wolf King spoke so arrogantly; he had already pushed Li Yunyang to the point of being unable to fight back, yet he still claimed it was just playing. How strong could this Wolf King be if Fire Rat was so formidable?
Since there was no way to escape, Lian Cheng Xue stepped forward and questioned Wolf King, "Did you just say that killing us two is the Demon Lord's order?"
Wolf King was about to draw his sword when he heard the question. He didn't shy away much: "Yes, so what? Are you scared?"
Lian Cheng Xue frowned and sneered, "Don't joke around. The Demon Lord has long been killed by my master's sword. I saw him turn to ashes with my own eyes; how could he possibly give orders now?"
Wolf King squinted at Lian Cheng Xue, and the previously expressionless corners of his mouth suddenly revealed a cold smile: "Are you talking about that old fool Feng Qingyang? That's really funny; how could he even scratch a hair on the Demon Lord?"
No way? Lian Cheng Xue was genuinely startled. What kind of trick did the Demon Lord use to deceive everyone's eyes? He felt a wave of anxiety rising in his heart.
Meanwhile, the battle raged on fiercely. Wolf King raised his wolf fang blade, pointing it directly at Lian Cheng Xue's nose while his other hand rested behind his back: "I still have orders to follow and don't want to waste time with you. Since you only have one arm, I'll let you keep one hand."
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