Chapter 45

Huh? Bu Li's heart skipped a beat. Familiar? Want to check my background? What background? Could it be related to that vast blank in my memory?

Bu Li had imagined all sorts of possibilities about this fairy-like girl, but he never expected her to ask him this.

Just a moment of hesitation, and the girl said, "To be able to sneak attack Chu Zhongze and avoid my divine sense, how can a little guy who just became a pattern hunter have such powerful abilities? To be honest, I'm getting more and more interested in you. Speak your mind; if I'm satisfied, I'll take you back to the mountain gate."

A shortcut to success? Bu Li was a bit dazed. He saw that the girl was just speaking casually, but it didn't seem like she was lying. It was as if taking Bu Li to the Henshan Sect was the smallest of matters.

Bu Li didn't realize that the mountain gate the girl was talking about wasn't the small Henshan Sect, but one of the five strongest sects on the Hunlan Continent, the Tian Dao Sect.

The girl continued talking to herself, and seeing that Bu Li didn't speak, she became a bit unhappy. In a very short time, while Bu Li was still pondering whether his lost memory was related to this incredibly strong girl, the girl began to frown. Having been treated like a precious gem by the Tian Dao Sect's old man since childhood, she had never encountered someone as wooden as Bu Li. She raised her eyebrows and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't speak; I can see for myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bu Li felt a powerful soul force surge from the girl, distorting the surrounding space as if it were shattering. It was as if the space around them had turned into mirrors, which were then shattered by brute force. In each fragment, there was a real Bu Li, some in extreme fear, some picking up a crossbow to resist, some hugging their heads and screaming on the ground, each in a different state. Although it was just an instant, Bu Li felt as if countless years had passed.

Behind the girl, the space rippled, and a shadow appeared, incredibly lazy, its massive body like a small mountain, with several white tails moving behind it.

What ancient strange beast is this? The thought had just appeared in Bu Li's mind when he felt the two eyes of the white ancient strange beast behind the girl "looking" at him. Piercing through flesh and blood, straight into his heart. The white mist that had accumulated over the years began to appear out of nowhere, but did not dissipate, gathering around Bu Li and the girl, enveloping a small patch of the forest, as if even wind and rain could not enter.

In the Wu Fang City training ground, the people who had just witnessed a "vicious" display of racial human nature had not yet dispersed when they saw a brief but intense and exciting chase. Not everyone could appreciate the skills Bu Li and Chu Zhongze displayed in those few moments, but it didn't stop people from praising the black bear. This was too despicable, simply a hooligan, not a black bear at all!

Some cursed, some praised in jest, and the comments about the black bear were often met with bursts of laughter. As for Bu Li and Chu Zhongze's lives, no one cared. Some even suggested that the winner of this year's "Remnant Clan Grand Trial" should just be given to the bear.

Amidst the clamor, the people of Wu Fang City found pleasure again, and no one noticed the mist rising in a remote forest.

Inside the Tian Dao Sect, angry roars echoed, and a middle-aged scholar with a serious expression hurried out. A servant waiting at the door of the inner chamber was directly knocked out by the middle-aged scholar, falling against the wall, bones broken and disfigured. The middle-aged scholar didn't even glance at him, and a faint dark golden light appeared behind him, like a dark golden lightning bolt, rushing directly to the inner hall.

A clear chime rang out, and everyone on the main peak of the Tian Dao Sect was stunned. This... Could this be... Could this be the highest alarm bell? The chime was clear and pleasant, piercing through the mist and the mountains, echoing across the nine peaks of the Tian Dao Sect's mountain gate.

The eight peak masters of the other eight peaks, known as the eight protectors of the Tian Dao Sect, were all top cultivators on the Hunlan Continent, all seventh-stage strong.

The third peak master, Yun Yuhai, was in bed with a beautiful concubine, her eyes filled with desire, her voice soft and continuous, the bed sheets red with passion. Although he was already over a hundred years old, Yun Yuhai's cultivation was profound, and he still looked like a middle-aged man. He had the soul of a lecherous ram king in his pattern, and he was invincible in bed. At this moment, he was at a critical juncture.

The clear chime rang out, and Yun Yuhai's strong body suddenly froze, looking out the window in disbelief. The second chime followed, and Yun Yuhai didn't hesitate, getting up and grabbing the black robe by the bed to rush out.

"Master..." The beauty panted, her voice soft and bone-melting, her hand gently pulling the black robe. Yun Yuhai didn't even look, pulling the black robe, a red light flashed, then dimmed. Yun Yuhai strode out, and the beauty in bed was already dead, blood flowing from her seven orifices, mixing with the scent of passion in the room.

The eight protectors, regardless of what they were doing, all rushed to the main peak at the first moment. The young disciples didn't know what the chime meant, but these eight people certainly did. Over a hundred years ago, the Tian Dao Sect was besieged by two major sects, and the chime rang on the main peak. Since then, no one had heard the chime again.

What happened? Could it be that the rumors about the instability of the continental bridge seal are true? Has it already opened early?

Each with their own thoughts, the eight protectors of the Tian Dao Sect, led by the middle-aged scholar, rushed directly to the inner chamber. No one spoke, no one asked anything, all maintaining a默契 silence.

Entering the inner chamber, a mirage appeared before everyone, the mirage already adjusted to the finest detail, filled with white mist, making it impossible to see what was inside the mist.

The eight people stood on either side, hands hanging, focusing on the mirage, waiting for the old man to speak.

"This is from the Remnant Clan Grand Trial, the one held by the Henshan Sect in the West Mountain. Zhang Xitong is in the mist." At first, the mention of the West Mountain Remnant Clan Grand Trial made several protectors relax. What trouble could those barbarians cause? But the old man's next words seemed to turn the sky upside down.

Zhang Xitong in the mist? Zhang Xitong in the mist!

The "Remnant Clan Grand Trial" array has the function of transmitting a mirage, which cannot be obscured by mist. But the mist in the mirage had completely blocked the soul force of the entire array, the mist rolling as if a huge ancient wild beast was about to break through the earth.

At this point, no matter what they did, it was too late. Even if Zhang Xitong was in danger, Wu Fang City was tens of thousands of miles away from the Divine Remnant Mountains, and no means could reach in time.