In the depths of the Abyssal Marsh, under the moonlight, a shadow in green flitted swiftly through the forest, its movements unsteady. The eerie sound of rustling leaves followed closely, and deadwood branches trailed behind like venomous snakes.
The figure in green moved and a glimmer of immortal incantation appeared in his palm, concealing his form under an ancient tree. The pursuing branches lost their target and paused in mid-air. The figure in green exhaled a sigh of relief, revealing a familiar face—it was Qing Yi, the head of Daze Mountain. Never before had he found himself in such a dire situation. Frowning, he looked back at the dark, towering trees behind him.
What exactly is hidden in this place…?
Suddenly, the rustling intensified, becoming ear-piercing. A leaf flew from nowhere, slicing a crack in the spirit shield in front of Qing Yi. Vines from the large tree behind him came to life, wrapping around him without warning.
Not good! Qing Yi’s pupils contracted as he noticed the deadwood in the sky turning toward him, transforming into sharp spikes aimed right at his forehead—
With a deafening crash, something plummeted beside the tree, crushing the deadwood just before it struck Qing Yi’s forehead.
Both Qing Yi, who thought himself doomed, and the deadwood hovering in the air stared down in shock at the wriggling black mass on the ground.
“What in the world… Ouch, that hurt like hell!” The black mass scrambled up in a flurry, muttering complaints as it pulled out sharp thorns stuck to it.
The eerie rustling in the forest paused, plunging everything into silence.
Dazed, Bai Shuo looked up and locked eyes with a pair of astonished eyes.
“Immortal friend, could you tell me where this is?”
What a handsome young Taoist!
Bai Shuo looked at him innocently. “Hey, why are you all tied up?”
“Look out!”
Qing Yi didn’t have time to respond, his expression changing as Bai Shuo turned to see countless deadwood branches lunging toward her.
Not this again! All the trees in the Three Realms gone mad?!
“Good heavens!” Bai Shuo hastily summoned her immortal sword and slashed behind her, but the deadwood snapped her sword in two, wrapping around her arm in an instant. Just as the branches deemed Bai Shuo harmless, blood trickled from her arm onto them, causing them to tremble and recoil in fear.
Bai Shuo was momentarily stunned but reacted quickly. With her left hand, she pulled out a pile of Heavenly Thunder Talismans from her spatial pouch and hurled them at Qing Yi. With her right, she tore off the jade flute from her chest and flung it at the deadwood behind her.
Two explosive blasts sounded, and the vines snapped. Grabbing the dazed Qing Yi, who was disoriented from the thunder talismans, Bai Shuo slapped two flying charms on them and shot skyward.
Midair, she even managed to retrieve the broken halves of her jade flute from the deadwood.
Below, the deadwood branches pointed skyward in rage, resembling living creatures. Bai Shuo shuddered, slapped on two more charms, and fled at top speed.
In the forest, a barefoot figure emerged, and wherever she stepped, all life in the Abyssal Marsh groveled on the ground, not daring to raise their heads. She watched Bai Shuo fly off into the sky with a look of curiosity, a leaf turning to ash at her fingertips.
“Immortal friend…” Bai Shuo, oblivious to the events a hundred meters below, turned to speak, only to find her rescuee had already fainted.
She rolled her eyes and collapsed on the cloud, frantically wiping away cold sweat.
What kind of misfortune is this? I’m just a demi-immortal, yet I’m busier than the High Immortals of Nine Heavens!
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