After the Wine Immortal closed the “door” leading to the Demon Subduing Hall, she didn’t care about her image at all.
She found a tree nearby, sat on it, and leisurely opened her gourd to drink.
If her junior niece found out, she’d probably be furious, but it didn’t matter, as long as she didn’t know.
Or maybe, seeing the usually calm and self-controlled youngest disciple of her Elder Martial Brother lose her composure would be pretty entertaining too.
Ever since the Wine Immortal saw a glimmer of hope in Wen Jiayin, she’d found the motivation to keep living well, no longer just muddling through like before, and even regained some of her old interests—like watching a good show.
She raised her hand and conjured a bronze mirror, which looked quite similar to the one she’d given Wen Jiayin.
She enlarged it, and the image immediately showed Wen Jiayin and Zhi Chang’an’s current situation.
Although she’d just acted nonchalant, she would definitely make sure these two disciples wouldn’t be in any real danger.
No matter how unreliable she was, she wouldn’t joke around with her disciples’ safety.
Meanwhile, on Wen Jiayin’s side—
The Wine Immortal’s last words, “Save some breath,” echoed endlessly in the dark, and Wen Jiayin almost choked to her last breath.
She definitely couldn’t just sit and wait for death now.
Wen Jiayin sent out her spiritual power to sense how far she was from the bottom.
When she was almost there, she shouted, “Chang’an, we’re almost at the bottom! Use your spiritual power to cushion the landing!”
“Okay!” Zhi Chang’an’s voice was trembling a bit; what just happened was way too intense for her.
The two of them landed safely almost at the same time.
“Chang’an, are you okay?” Wen Jiayin let out a sigh of relief.
The surroundings were dim, but their cultivation gave them night vision.
In her eyes, her little friend just looked a bit disheveled, but there were no visible injuries.
As long as she didn’t twist her ankle, it was fine.
“I-I’m fine.” Zhi Chang’an shivered.
This place was so cold and damp that even she, a Qi Refining cultivator with a trace of phoenix blood, felt chilly.
No wonder it was called the Demon Subduing Hall.
“Jiayin, are you cold?”
“I’m alright.” Wen Jiayin’s cultivation technique automatically started circulating, keeping out the chill.
Honestly, when her technique was running, she was like a little furnace—perfect for winter hand-warming.
“It’s so dark here, it’s like something’s blocking my sight.” Zhi Chang’an was a little scared and grabbed Wen Jiayin’s hand for comfort.
That’s right.
The two of them could only see each other at such close range; beyond that, it was just pitch black, as if fog was swirling around them.
Normally, they could see clearly in the dark, so this was definitely weird.
“Don’t be scared.
Should we light something up for some light?”
“No!” Zhi Chang’an quickly said, “This place must be dangerous.
If we light something, we’ll just become moving targets.”
That was true, but since they couldn’t see what was ahead, it was hard to say which was more dangerous.
Still, Wen Jiayin listened to Zhi Chang’an and gave up on lighting a fire.
“Then let’s just move forward slowly?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s all we can do now.”
The two girls slowly moved forward in this dark, unknown, and dangerous place.
Every now and then, their feet would splash in a puddle, making tiny sounds.
Each time, they’d tense up, afraid of attracting some enemy.
“There’s something up ahead!” Zhi Chang’an whispered, trying to steady her trembling voice.
“Get your weapon ready.
Be prepared to fight.” Wen Jiayin put one hand on her sword hilt, her palm sweating from nerves.
Just from the name “Demon Subduing Hall,” you could guess what kind of things were locked up here.
There was no way there’d be any normal people, right? Which meant whatever was coming toward them was definitely not friendly.
“I think I smell… humans.” A grating voice echoed in the cramped space.
Wen Jiayin couldn’t understand how a person’s voice could sound as bad as nails on a chalkboard!
Ugh! Zhi Chang’an shivered from head to toe.
If she could turn into her beast form right now, you’d probably see her fur standing on end.
“Oh! Let me see, how could two tender little girls show up in a place with no sunlight like this? Hahahaha! Is it some festival at Jingdao Sect? Did they send us food?” When it said the first sentence, the voice still seemed a bit far away, but by the last word, it was right in their ears!
Shit! Wen Jiayin almost cursed out loud.
In the dim light, a sword blade flashed with fire, and a piercing scream that could shatter eardrums rang out.
Wen Jiayin grabbed Zhi Chang’an and pulled her back at top speed—not because she was scared, but because the thing that just popped up was so disgusting! Not counting her previous life, she’d spent a few years in this cultivation world, but she’d never seen a ball of mist with two bloodshot eyeballs hanging from it! She’d reflexively stabbed one of the eyes, and the foul-smelling fluid burst out.
That stench was something you’d never forget after smelling it once!
What kind of Resident Evil is this! Wen Jiayin barely managed to hold back her urge to vomit, but Zhi Chang’an just started dry heaving right away.
Their teachers had described what happened to people corrupted by demonic energy, but reading about it in a book was nothing like seeing it up close—this was way more bloody and violent!
“You damn brats! You destroyed my eye! I’ll skin you alive and eat every last bit of you!” The monster—whatever it was—roared and charged at them, the center of the mist forming a giant mouth, ready to swallow them whole.
Wen Jiayin and Zhi Chang’an jumped left and right out of the attack range, making the monster slam its head straight into the ground.
This thing didn’t seem very smart.
For some reason, Wen Jiayin just had that feeling.
“Ah!” Suddenly, Zhi Chang’an screamed from her side.
“Chang’an!” Wen Jiayin’s heart skipped a beat and she got ready to rush over, but then she heard Zhi Chang’an scream again, “Stay away from me!”
“Pfft!” Wen Jiayin watched as Zhi Chang’an’s delicate little fist burst into flames and punched out the monster’s other eye…
“Ugh… so gross!” Zhi Chang’an, unable to dodge in time, got splashed all over with the stinking fluid.
Then she burst into phoenix true fire, crying as she punched the monster to pieces.
Wen Jiayin stared in shock.
Was this really the usually soft and cute Zhi Chang’an? Weren’t you a spell cultivator? Since when did spell cultivators start brawling with their fists?
Is this the legendary “a mage who can’t fight up close isn’t a good phoenix”?
