bookrandom Chapter 151 It's Impossible for Everything to Go Smoothly
Chapter 151 It's Impossible for Everything to Go Smoothly
The firelight shone on the recliner, turning the dark brown markings red. Fugui squinted and made gurgling sounds as he breathed heavily.
Less than three meters away from it, Qu Simu, dressed in blue, was trapped in the formation.
His narrow eyes revealed a deep sense of resentment as he stared intently at the chaotic beast beside him, occasionally sending out a portion of his divine sense to probe the surroundings.
Having been imprisoned for several months, with most of his cultivation sealed, he could only be bullied by that demonic beast, which was truly despicable.
Tanuki is a human being; whenever he sees Qu Juefeng about to be killed by monsters, he always steps in to spare his life.
However, no matter what, Chen An did not appear.
It's ridiculous. After a lifetime of glory, he'll be trapped here from now on. It's truly unacceptable.
That woman who took a demonic cultivator as her servant was truly wicked.
"Vicious." Chen An slowly appeared with a golden light, a smile playing on his lips, staring at Qu Simu and asking, "Is this your assessment of me?"
After waiting for so long, Chen An finally arrived, but Qu Simu didn't want to see him again.
Wait, he only had a thought, how could it have been heard?
Could it be that Chen An really does possess such abilities?
Qu Simu chuckled, but his eyes dared not leave the magical beast: "Sect Leader Chen An, you are joking. Even the best temper should be vented after being tormented for so long, and clear the karmic obstacles in one's heart."
She's quite stubborn; Chen An doesn't like people who put on a brave face.
"Be my servant, and I guarantee your karmic obstacles will be cured."
"What a miraculous cure! This is truly eye-opening." Qu Simu was too lazy to listen any further and secretly gathered power in his hands.
Chen An tilted his head, and with a thought, appeared behind Qu Simu.
Qu Simu didn't see Chen An's movements clearly, but he clearly felt a powerful hand sweep across his heart, leaving something behind.
"What did you do?"
How could he, as an elder of the Qu family, tolerate such an insult?
The sapphire-encrusted sword was instantly drawn and swung towards Chen An's head. The whooshing sound of the sword saved Fu Gui's life.
The lake-blue sword blade stopped at Chen An's neck, as if stuck in mud and unable to move.
As a sense of powerlessness spread through his body, he witnessed his precious sword, which had been with him for thousands of years, shatter like glass and fall to the ground with a crash.
Anger and resentment vanished, replaced by fear.
A pair of eyes that weren't particularly ordinary, but after the eyeballs trembled a few times, they lost their luster.
The Chaos Beast excitedly opened its mouth wide and charged forward. After so long, Qu Simu suddenly became delicious. The fear of the weak must be incredibly sweet.
Fu Gui impatiently wiped his face, pounced on the Chaos Beast, and was about to give it a lecture while stepping on its scale-covered neck when Qu Simu knelt down beside him.
His body was hunched over, his whole body glowing an unusual red, like a thoroughly cooked lobster, utterly unremarkable, giving off a tragic feeling of being cooked and served on the dinner table, unable to escape the fate of being devoured.
"Alliance Leader, I will listen to you." As he said these words through gritted teeth, various experiences flashed through his mind. He too had once been a genius like Chen An.
Chen listened quietly to his thoughts and thought they were quite good. Anyone who could become a Nascent Soul cultivator either had an extraordinary stroke of luck or had stood out from the crowd since childhood.
Unfortunately, the cheat software was just too good.
"A month from now, we will have a fair fight against the Demon Cult."
“I’ve calculated it, and the number of demonic cultivators isn’t as exaggerated as we thought. The people from Qingxu Swamp last time are enough.”
"As long as you capture as many demonic cultivators as possible for me this month, I guarantee you won't die."
What Qu Simu had to do was no longer important; he only wanted to live: "What's inside my body?"
"Su Yang Fu." Chen An glanced at him, and after sending him back to the Qu family, he muttered, "He's already resigned to his fate, and his cultivation level hasn't dropped. He truly is a villain."
"Is it really okay not to take him as a servant?" Fu Gui transformed into human form, took two quick steps, and when he got close to Chen An, he transformed back into beast form and jumped onto her shoulder.
Chen An raised his hand and patted Fu Gui's head: "If we take him in as a servant, he will become a Yin-Yang Realm cultivator. It's not worth it."
After saying that, Chen An stretched. She hadn't had a good night's sleep in months.
She had 200,000 more demonic cultivators at her disposal, and she wiped out four large dens, twenty medium-sized dens, and hundreds of small dens.
The allied forces have gained 50,000 more troops, including 30,000 rogue cultivators. Combined with the initial 150,000, they now have a total of 200,000, which is more than enough to handle the final battle.
A gentle breeze ruffled Chen An's hair, and the fluttering red ribbons revealed the shape of the wind; she was truly about to succeed.
Fu Gui and Tank, who was lying to the side, exchanged a glance and stared at Chen An with a smirk.
When the wind stopped, Chen An opened her eyes. The space the system had given her could only be entered through her thoughts. Although it was already as lush and verdant as a small world, she always felt that something was missing whenever she arrived.
The system had said that Qingyue and Honglang would not die. She dug away the dirt on their bodies, and their corpses were still intact, no different from before.
After scanning them with his mental power, Chen An did not detect anything unusual and could only bury them back.
Once outside the space, Chen An fell into a deep sleep.
In her dream, she saw her friends from the orphanage, children like herself. When they surrounded her, they didn't show the innocence and carefree nature of children, but rather their faces were full of worry.
She felt something was amiss, panting as she tried to escape, but she couldn't get away no matter what she did.
He only woke up when Fugui pinched his nose and woke him up, staring blankly at the roof of the house.
She could no longer remember her friend's face, but a seed of worry had been planted in her heart.
"Are you alright?" Fu Gui placed his hand on Chen An's forehead, but seeing that it was colder than his own, he reluctantly took it away.
Chen An looked at Fu Gui's disappointed face and was unsure whether Fu Gui wanted her to be sick or not.
"Hey, I'm a Nascent Soul cultivator, what, can't I catch a cold or have a fever?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Gui stiffened, put on his signature fake smile, and secretly hid his hands behind his back.
Sure enough, a kitten is a kitten, and it's different from a human.
Chen An tried to suppress her laughter, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her.
After being unreasonably criticized by Fugui, she mimicked Fugui's earlier gesture of stopping, laughing and mocking him, completely ignoring the bitterness and shame in the heart of the black-faced alien cat.
After Chen An finished laughing, he remembered that the other person was petty.
Sure enough, Fugui hid at the foot of the bed, burying his head between his body and paws, sticking his butt out and ignoring everyone.
in this way……
Chen An wanted to laugh even more. She stretched out her sinful hands and lifted the ten-plus-pound Fu Gui into the air. Just as she was about to apologize to Fu Gui, she also squeezed his paws and rubbed his head.
boom!
As soon as the door was pushed open, Xile rushed in. Her hands were covered in blood, and her lips trembled as she said, "Xuan, something happened to Senior Brother Xuan."
Before Chen An could finish speaking, he read the scene that Xi Le had just seen.
Xuan Qingyuan's white robes were stained red, and he lay alone in a pool of blood, his cultivation completely dissipated and his dantian destroyed.
His severed right leg was hidden in a white robe, the cut indented, and his left eyeball dangled from the corner of his eye, clinging to life by a single breath.