mtl008 Chapter 1887
Chapter 1887
The hearts of Chen Xuan and the others, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled when they caught sight of Zi Mo's familiar array aura.
Before long, a black figure emerged from the mist in the corridor—Zi Mo's robes were still covered with tiny fragments of array base, and his fingertips retained faint blue spiritual energy. Although his face was somewhat pale, his eyes revealed the clarity of someone who had survived a calamity.
As soon as she landed, three core disciples followed behind her, looking disheveled: one of them was leaning on a sword, the blade of which was still trembling slightly;
One person was clutching his chest, his breathing erratic, like a leaky bellows;
The last person could barely stand, leaning on his companion, with blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth—clearly, his magic power had been depleted by Zi Mo's formation.
"What kind of situation is this? It's my first time acting as a stopper, and I've run into a junior sister who's skilled in array formations. I'm doomed. I'm going to be laughed at by my senior brothers and sisters when I get back."
"Elder, we have exhausted our magical power and can no longer serve as a barrier." The leading core disciple bowed to the man in the green robe, his voice hoarse.
The man in the green robe stroked his silver beard, his gaze falling on Zi Mo, a hint of barely perceptible admiration flashing in his eyes: "Skilled in the Great Dao of Array Formations? He's quite a rare talent. If he can transcend tribulation and become an immortal in the future, he'll definitely be of great use in large-scale battles within sects."
The others turned to look at Zi Mo, their eyes showing a hint of seriousness.
The unorthodox paths of formations, talismans, weapon crafting, and puppetry are incredibly difficult to master. However, once one achieves proficiency in these areas, they are even rarer than those of ordinary martial arts—especially in territorial disputes, where a top-tier formation master can single-handedly set up a protective mountain formation to withstand enemies several times their size.
Gui Jian quietly tightened his grip on the hilt, thinking to himself: If I ever face this woman again, I'll have to break her formation first.
Zi Mo was unaware that she had been chosen by the higher-ups. She walked to Chen Xuan's side and whispered about the danger she had just faced: "Those three core disciples are good at breaking formations together. They almost broke through my defensive formation several times. Fortunately, I kept changing the formation and managed to wear them down until their magic power was exhausted..." Her fingertips were still trembling slightly, clearly indicating that the tug-of-war had taken a toll on her mental energy.
All eyes turned back to the last corridor—Tianxing had not yet emerged.
The wind on the mountaintop gradually cooled down. The second wave of disciples rushed into the corridor one after another, and many came out dejectedly. But the corridor that belonged to Tianxing was still only shrouded in mist.
“That’s how it is for melee cultivators. They either crush the opponent or are crushed. The worst thing is when they are evenly matched.” Zhan Xin sighed softly, his eyes filled with worry. “Tianxing is stubborn. When he encounters an evenly matched opponent, he will definitely not admit defeat easily.”
Another half month passed—the second wave of disciples were all eliminated, and the third wave of disciples had already made it halfway through, before that familiar red figure finally emerged from the mist.
Tianxing looked much more disheveled than Zimo: her red dress was torn in several places, revealing faint wounds underneath; dried blood stained the corners of her mouth, her hair was disheveled, and her breathing was erratic, as if she had just run a thousand miles; the immortal-grade magic gloves she wore on her hands were still buzzing, and the bloodstains on her body had not been wiped away, clearly indicating that she had been through a fierce battle.
Chen Xuan's heart clenched, and he rushed forward. Before he could speak, Tianxing threw herself into his arms and burst into tears, her shoulders trembling violently: "Husband... I... I'm late... Everyone has been waiting for me for so long, did I hold them back...?"
"No, not at all." Chen Xuan gently patted her back, his voice so tender it could melt hearts. His fingertips brushed over the tear in her robe, his eyes filled with heartache. "It's good that you made it through. Even if you don't, you can still come into the Holy Land with me. At worst, I'll help you fight for resources in the future."
“But I’ve embarrassed you…” Tianxing choked back tears, burying her face in his chest, her voice muffled.