There is Still Such A Good Thing? - Chapter 16

Wu Kunkun laughed arrogantly.

But he could not be happy for long.

Bai Cang’s compass had the ability to track, and Wu Lingchan had not even galloped five miles on Qing Yang before an illusory, crimson tongue broke through the air, catching him off guard and licking his back fiercely.

Wu Lingchan: “?”

The moment it licked him, the tongue suddenly transformed into an eye, staring straight at him.

“Fou-nd… yo-u.”

Wu Lingchan: “…”

The demonic sheep took off running, jolting Wu Lingchan so hard he shrieked: “That thing is so disgusting! What rank is it on the Weapon Ranking? No need to say, it must be at the very bottom!”

Qing Yang glanced at him and continued to gallop at full speed.

Bai Cang was even faster.

The moment the compass pinpointed their location, a fissure suddenly tore open in the void. A continuous stream of demonic energy poured out, followed closely by demonic beasts roaring and growling hideously.

Bai Cang stood expressionless in mid-air. The eye floating on the compass transformed into a grotesque, long hand that reached toward Wu Lingchan.

Wu Lingchan: “Run, run, run!”

As a half-demon, Qing Yang’s greatest advantage was his ability to run. He carried a heavy human like Wu Lingchan and still sprinted rapidly, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, dodging Bai Cang’s long hand with precision and flying forward.

Bai Cang ordered the demonic beasts coldly: “Do not let him escape, capture him alive.”

The back mountain was vast, and Wu Lingchan had ventured deep into the hinterland. He estimated the distance to the exit, and his face sank slightly.

Bai Cang was at the late stage of the Golden Core, nearly reaching perfection, and there was a Nascent Soul stage Fifth Elder lurking nearby. Even if Wu Lingchan recovered his cultivation, he would need a fierce battle to break out, not to mention the large pack of demonic beasts surrounding them.

Wu Lingchan suddenly stood up, stabilized his balance on the demonic sheep’s back, extended his hand forward, and closed his eyes slightly.

Countless ink marks spread from his sea of consciousness like the tails of a giant ink-fox, clawing in all directions.

Soon, Wu Lingchan opened his eyes, his slender, jade-like fingers hooking onto one of the ink threads.

“Go to the southeast!”

Qing Yang did not waste a word and followed the command, turning toward the southeast.

The demonic beasts seemed capable of devouring everything, pressing in like a black tide and following closely behind.

Qing Yang panted: “Is there a chance of survival in the southeast?”

“Yes,” Wu Lingchan said, the ink threads in his hand growing thicker. “Chi Second Place happens to be nearby. He has a new magic tool called Guanpinglu, which can instantly flee dozens of miles. It is a top-grade magic tool that can save lives in a critical moment!”

Qing Yang said, “Wow.”

He had actually always wanted to get close to Wu Lingchan, but he was clumsy with words and did not know how to chat. Thinking carefully about the last time Wu Lingchan sparred with Chi Fuhan and Wen Gu, the most common topic seemed to be rankings.

Qing Yang coughed, trying to find a topic: “It is so powerful; it must rank quite high on the Weapon Ranking, right?”

Wu Lingchan said: “It rises to the sky to view the mountains and seas, letting that group of bastards chase us from behind!”

Qing Yang: “Uh! So the rank is…”

Wu Lingchan said: “Do you have something to say or not? If not, just run!”

Qing Yang: “…”

In the time it took to exchange a few words, the ink marks fluttering in the wind pulled taut. Following the thread, in the distance, Chi Fuhan was slaying demonic beasts while stepping on his new magic tool.

Wu Lingchan’s eyes lit up: “Chi Second Place!”

Chi Fuhan’s snow-white robes were nearly dyed red. Having killed too many beasts, his murderous aura had not yet dissipated, and he looked over coldly.

…He was greeted by Wu Lingchan pouncing on him like a butterfly.

Chi Fuhan: “?”

Wu Lingchan moved quickly, grabbing Qing Yang, who had transformed into his human form, and flew onto the Guanpinglu.

The Guanpinglu was only a small skiff; it was already a tight squeeze for two people, let alone three grown men. The magic tool wobbled violently, and all three almost fell off.

Wu Lingchan grabbed Chi Fuhan’s collar to steady himself and urged him: “Quick, quick, quick! Hurry up and run! Giddyup!”

Chi Fuhan’s lapels were almost ripped off, and he was so angry he laughed: “What are you babbling about? Get down!”

“Look!”

Chi Fuhan sneered and, following the direction of Wu Lingchan’s claw, looked over impatiently. His expression stiffened instantly.

Qing Yang was running fast, leaving the demonic beasts far behind. From a distance, one could see the black mass of demonic beasts rushing toward the sky like a tsunami, with demonic aura piercing the heavens.

Chi Fuhan: “…”

Now, there was no need for Wu Lingchan to urge him. Chi Fuhan violently steered the Guanpinglu upward into the sky and said in disbelief: “What the hell is that thing?!”

Wu Lingchan shouted in the wind: “Just some demonic beasts!”

Chi Fuhan: “…”

Chi Fuhan’s magic tool was extremely fast, covering the distance to the outskirts of the back mountain in seconds.

Just as he was about to break through, Xuanxiang suddenly said: “Wait!”

The Guanpinglu could not stop in time. At the critical moment, Xuanxiang transformed into a ball of dense ink and swept forward.

Bang.

The moment the ink hit the barrier, it splashed outward, splattering dozens of feet and struggling to stabilize the momentum of the Guanpinglu.

Had Xuanxiang not reacted in time, the three of them and the magic tool would likely have crashed into the barrier and suffered serious injuries.

Chi Fuhan, still shaken, took out his Chufeng Study Hall token and threw it at the barrier, but there was no response.

Even his communication jade token was as silent as death.

This barrier had been replaced to block all transmission of spiritual power.

Chi Fuhan’s face darkened, and he turned to look at them, his expression inscrutable: “Who went to such great lengths to kill you? Could you not just stay quietly in the Fengyu Small Hall? Bai Cang’s cultivation is above mine; having him protect you would be better than now.”

Before he could finish, Wu Lingchan suddenly reached out.

Chi Fuhan and Qing Yang simultaneously covered their faces.

Wu Lingchan pointed not far away: “You loser, Bai Cang, who is better at fighting than you, is right there.”

Chi Fuhan looked closely.

Bai Cang was hovering above the demonic beasts, his expression hideous.

Chi Fuhan’s face was horrified: “These were created by Bai Cang?!”

“Yes,” Wu Lingchan accused others. “If it were not for you sending me back to the Fengyu Small Hall and saying he could protect me, how could I have been plotted against and hunted by him? It is all your fault; apologize to me.”

Chi Fuhan: “…”

Qing Yang joined them, eager to try: “What rank is Bai Cang?”

Chi Fuhan said gloomily: “He was the top student of the previous session of the Chufeng Study Hall.”

Chi Fuhan steered the Guanpinglu and fled whoosh, while calmly analyzing the battle situation.

“The back mountain barrier has been replaced, and the study hall jade tokens have been cut off. With such a big battle, the Sizhuo Academy will soon notice the clues and come to save us. The Guanpinglu can hold for half an hour; that is enough time for them to break the barrier. The priority is to survive until reinforcements arrive.”

Wu Lingchan said: “What are you babbling about?”

Chi Fuhan: “…”

He finally understood why this child was in the Fengyu Small Hall.

It turned out he did not even understand what people were saying.

The barrier was being manipulated, shrinking smaller and smaller like a cage for a bird. Chi Fuhan could only fly toward the outer perimeter as much as possible.

Seeing the demonic beasts chasing tighter, Wu Lingchan stabilized his body, pulled out his hairpin, and turned it into a brush.

Xuanxiang cast out a sky-covering mist of ink, which merged and lingered with the water vapor in the sky. In an instant, it transformed into a twisted and spinning Tai Chi, and countless demonic beasts were trapped inside, unable to do anything but spin in circles.

Chi Fuhan was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when a cold light suddenly broke through the air.

The Guanpinglu wobbled violently. The arrow grazed Chi Fuhan’s ear and shot into a giant tree with a hiss.

Wu Lingchan turned back suddenly, his long hair and red robes fluttering, his beautiful red pupils glinting with a trace of chill.

Bai Cang was riding the wind in the sky, holding a long bow, staring at him indifferently.

Wu Lingchan had the ink block from his wrist float behind him, and he said coldly: “I hate it most when people shoot arrows at me. I want to kill him.”

With that, he stepped on the ink with the tips of his toes and darted toward the wind like a leaf.

Qing Yang was startled: “Young Lord!”

Chi Fuhan also grabbed him subconsciously: “Wu Kunkun!”

But then he thought, Wu Lingchan’s cultivation was hard to fathom; perhaps he really could defeat Bai Cang.

Chi Fuhan was about to relax, but he saw Wu Lingchan, who had just aggressively vowed to kill Bai Cang, being carried onto the Guanpinglu by Xuanxiang as if he were a cat.

Chi Fuhan was expressionless: “Did Young Lord Kunkun not win?”

Wu Lingchan said: “Hehe, the Fifth Elder is behind us. He is at the Nascent Soul stage; let us run away.”

Chi Fuhan: “…”

Chi Fuhan turned his head in horror, and the corner of his mouth twitched when he saw the dark, ugly face.

The Guanpinglu fled for its life, followed closely by Bai Cang’s sea of arrows.

Chi Fuhan gritted his teeth, watching the Fifth Elder getting closer, and roared: “Do you not have Chen Jun’s Four Nether Golden Bells on you? Take them out quickly. If the golden bells are attacked, Chen Jun should come to save us soon!”

Wu Lingchan also grabbed his ear and roared at him: “Don’t worry! This Young Lord has dignity. Even if we die together, we will never beg for help!”

Chi Fuhan was furious: “Who wants to die with you?! Take it out!”

Wu Lingchan had to tell the truth: “Hehe, we quarreled yesterday, and I gave it back to him.”

Chi Fuhan said in disbelief: “Are you a three-year-old child?!”

Wu Lingchan pinched him.

Qing Yang: “…”

Seeing that the two were about to start a fistfight at this life-or-death moment, a Nascent Soul stage spiritual power, as vast as the sea, slammed into the Guanpinglu with a boom.

The Fifth Elder stood in mid-air, quickly forming seals and shouting in a low voice: “Seal!”

Complicated talisman patterns appeared on the barrier, restricting all spiritual power.

Bang!

Cracks like spider webs appeared on the Guanpinglu.

Chi Fuhan looked down and his expression stiffened.

It was over.

The next instant, the Guanpinglu shattered into scraps. A sense of weightlessness suddenly struck, and the three of them were stunned for a moment before falling from mid-air.

Chi Fuhan subconsciously tried to form a seal to ride the wind, but he discovered in horror that he could not mobilize the spiritual power in his body.

It was a spirit-prohibiting formation.

“Ahhh!” Chi Fuhan was in complete despair. As he fell, he roared and bellowed: “My new magic tool! I only used it once! Wu Kunkun, I will not share the sky with you!”

Wu Lingchan shrieked: “It was him who misunderstood me first! I am not wrong! You apologize to me!”

Seeing them chatting about irrelevant things at this life-or-death moment, Qing Yang thought they had a way to escape, so he was not in a hurry either. While his face was being blown out of shape by the wind, he tried to join the conversation.

“So what rank is the new magic tool?”

“…”

Amidst the screams of “My magic tool!”, “I hate him!”, and “What rank is it?”, the three of them smashed toward the ground like falling stars.

The barrier, the spirit-prohibiting formation; the two of them had planned this for a long time and had come prepared.

In the chaos, Xuanxiang, unable to use spiritual power, said anxiously: “Kunkun, be careful!”

An arrow came through the air. Wu Lingchan reacted very quickly and subconsciously dodged to the side; the arrow barely grazed his sleeve.

But strangely, the arrow was not physical. The moment it touched Wu Lingchan’s robe, it instantly dissipated, and the condensed shattered light turned into a blood-red giant hand, accurately and correctly hooking onto Wu Lingchan’s heart.

Thump, thump.

His heart felt as if it had been rooted, beating violently and uncontrollably.

Wu Lingchan felt a sudden pain in his heart, his face turned pale, and a beautiful cluster of flowers seemed to bloom from his heart to his neck.

That was a curse!

Bai Cang was overjoyed: “I have got him!”

The surrounding barrier instantly contracted, wanting to trap Wu Lingchan.

At the critical moment, a slender hand gently touched the hard and complicated barrier.

The wind around them seemed to stop for a moment.

Bang.

The barrier covering the back mountain instantly shattered into countless fluttering bamboo leaves, scattering across the sky.

The demonic beasts trapped in the Tai Chi stopped simultaneously. A vast and heavy pressure covered the sky and the earth, forcing them into terror and shock; they could only crawl on all fours and tremble on the ground.

Bai Cang and the Fifth Elder’s expressions changed suddenly.

Chen She?

How did he get here so fast?

The underground stems of the green bamboo spread and took root, instantly filling the entire back mountain. The moment the rain drops fell, countless green bamboos burst forth.

Wu Lingchan, amidst the weightlessness sweeping his entire body, smelled a scent of bamboo and snow intertwined.

Before he could think about it, he heard two bang, bang sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground. A spiritual power gently cushioned his back, and he drifted slowly downward as if falling into soft cotton.

Until he was gently caught by a pair of hands.

Wu Lingchan thought it was Xuanxiang and opened his eyes in a daze.

He did not know when the lotus pond in the back mountain had turned into hundreds of acres of bamboo forest. The green bamboo was rustled by the wind, and the long, thin needles fell down rustle, rustle.

Chen She stood in the bamboo forest in an indigo robe, his long hair like ink, holding Wu Lingchan firmly in his arms.

Vast spiritual power wrapped around Wu Lingchan’s entire body, and the spell hooking his heart was suppressed, lying dormant for the time being.

Only then did Chen She look forward.

The moment he touched the runes in Chen She’s eyes, Bai Cang’s face turned as pale as paper. Before his reason could think, his instinct was already screaming at him to flee. He retreated half a step in a daze.

Just as his toes were about to touch the ground, a sharp, tender bamboo shoot grew out from the underground stem hidden under the thin layer of soil.

Bai Cang was startled and dodged subconsciously.

But it was too late.

The tender bamboo shot through his calf sharply.

Bai Cang immediately said urgently: “You cannot kill me, the Great Elder…”

Usually, using the Great Elder to suppress Chen She worked every time, but this time, Chen She acted as if his ears were deaf. The sharp bamboo pierced Bai Cang’s heart fiercely, growing diagonally out from his neck.

Bai Cang’s miserable screams came to an abrupt end, his pupils dilated, and he lost all signs of life.

Irrigated by blood, bamboos grew instantly on the corpse, filling the sky and bearing scarlet flowers like rice ears.

Chen She smiled indifferently: “Did he say anything just now?”

The Fifth Elder’s hair stood on end. Even covered in ink, one could see his terror.

Over the years, he had never seen Chen She, who loved to play the gentleman, display such terrifying anger and killing intent, not even caring about the Great Elder.

Chen She’s pupils were still closed, his brows relaxed with a three-point smile, but all the bamboo leaves in the back mountain were like sharp, bizarre blades, carrying an uncontrollable, dense killing intent.

“Colluding with the great demon of Wangliao Tomb, setting up barriers and tearing the void in the Sizhuo Academy, placing the Heart-Binding Curse on the Young Lord. To be able to do all these things, are you not very bold?”

Chen She laughed softly, his tone gentle.

“Since that is the case, why did you run?”