kly call for them!”

With a bang, Zhou Xuanwu was smashed by the Golden Hammer and thrown into the One-Line Sky Mountain’s rift.
His spine cracked, and his vision darkened.

Going against the natural order in cultivation was fraught with difficulties, and his luck was just too terrible.

Zhou Xuanwu struggled to stand up with unwillingness.

He threw out a First-Grade sound transmission talisman he had just inscribed, despite being weak and only able to groan.
It was a masterpiece.


“Daoist Xiao, Fairy Lin, escape!”

The sound transmission talisman burned quickly, and even though he was too weak to close his eyes, the message reached the small woods!

Zhou Xuanwu couldn’t close his eyes due to his weakness.

He hadn’t even managed to create a sound transmission talisman at the First-Grade, nor had he learned Second-Grade talismans from Steward’s senior brother, Li, at the Transmitting Mastery Hall.

And his sword technique practice—he still hadn’t achieved first place among the outer sect in all these years.

Plus, Steward’s senior brother, Xu Rui, had already reached Yuan Condensation, and he had always wanted to surpass him…

“I’ll let you consume my Qi and blood!”

Zhou Xuanwu reached out, tightly embracing the Condensed Yuan demonic cultivator who was incessantly drawing spiritual energy from his dantian.

His ten fingers dug into the back and arm of the Condensed Yuan demonic cultivator.

Liu Ba, the wielder of the Golden Hammer, became furious and slapped Zhou Xuanwu’s back, “Let go—”

Zhou Xuanwu opened his mouth and bit into his intact arm.

Amidst the burning of the sound transmission symbol, his spiritual consciousness continued to spread.

“Old Sun… escape!”

“Senior Sister Lin… quickly… escape…”

Zhou Xuanwu strained to open a bloodied eye slit, attempting to see the path he sought to ascend—Clearwater Sect’s inner sect.

But he saw nothing.

In his blurred vision, he could faintly see a red-rope-bound, green-sleeved arm fluttering and rising amidst the trembling small woods.

Then came a furious scolding.

“You scoundrel!”

“How dare you harm my fellow traveler!?”

Zhou Xuanwu, on the verge of losing consciousness, “?”

Fellow traveler?

Did he hear Lin Junior Sister’s voice?

Zhou Xuanwu struggled to hold onto the Condensed Yuan demonic cultivator, preventing him from attacking the mortal members of the convoy.
But he couldn’t hold on much longer.
Why wasn’t she leading them to escape?

But just as this thought formed, he felt a loosening in front of him.

The Condensed Yuan demonic cultivator, whom he had firmly held onto with his ten fingers, disappeared before him.

The palm that was extracting his blood and Qi abruptly receded from his chest.

Zhou Xuanwu strained to lift his head, and as he opened his eyes, he saw the severed-arm demonic cultivator’s neck being suspended by a red string.

The strange pink boxing-glove-like object struck him under his chin, on his back, on his chest… he was sent flying, then crashed into the mountaintop.

“How dare you harm a Grade-5A natural scenic spot, One-Line-Sky Mountain! Ruining my sightseeing plans!”

“How dare you interrupt my quarter-hour fat-burning exercise! Disrupting the rhythm of my heartbeat!”

“How dare you harm my fellow traveler, causing an unexpected event during my three-day weekend getaway!”

“Disrupting my schedule, my mood, my work efficiency, my contact list—”

With rolling rubble, one pink fist, then another.

The man with the severed arm was hammered into a pit, sinking ten feet deep!

Zhou Xuanwu: “…!”

Wide-eyed and speechless, his bloodied mouth slightly open, he was handed two Rejuvenation Pills by the breathless Xiao Qi, who then helped him sit down and stumbled himself.

Xiao Qi smiled

“Don’t worry, once she finishes another quarter-hour fat-burning exercise, it will be over.”


Author’s Note:

《Chapter 134 Zhao Sect Master’s Journal 10》: “She isn’t human.” (Note: This sentence was written randomly by Senior Brother Zhou Xuanwu in my journal.
It wasn’t written by me, Zhao Keran, personally.)

Zhou Xuanwu: I was foolish back then, really.

Demonic Cultivator: I’m the foolish one, seriously.
Without ten pounds of blood clots in my brain, I wouldn’t have thought of going to Desolate Mountain.

Xiao Qi: We’re saved, yay!


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