After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 274 Is it still handy?

"That's how it is."

Song Nan spoke calmly.

However, no one knows who this was in response to.

"Stop trying to pull any tricks!" Some of the men in black even thought the two were exchanging secret signals.

Song Nan smiled inexplicably.

But his smile immediately vanished.

Because at that moment, Meng San's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"I'll hold them off, you go first."

What he clearly wanted to do was to sacrifice himself to save others, but his tone was indifferent and devoid of any emotion.

He frowned. "Your body..."

Before the telepathic transmission was finished, Meng San broke free from his embrace.

The moment its foot lightly touched the ground, all the light around it vanished, and the cave was plunged into an impenetrable darkness.

Exclamations arose, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Just then, in the pitch-black darkness, dreamlike lights and shadows suddenly appeared, gradually outlining a huge beast-like shape in the darkness.

Everyone in the cave had a very strange feeling.

The beast before them did not seem to exist in a physical form, but rather seemed to be formed by a mysterious force intertwined with the surrounding darkness. It was noble and elegant, with three long tails trailing behind it. Its steps were silent, and with each step it took, the surrounding space seemed to ripple and distort. With each step it took, its form became more complete.

The light continued to wander, outlining a pair of almond-shaped eyes on the smooth-lined beast face. Suddenly, two clusters of dark blue light shone from within them, an extremely deep color that seemed to contain a sky full of stars.

Everyone held their breath, only to see those deep, dark blue eyes suddenly lengthen and sharpen, becoming extremely narrow rhombuses. A sharp vertical line, as cold as an ice spike, pierced the center of the pupil, locking onto the leader of the men in black.

That gaze was as chilling as ice that had never melted for a thousand years, and it carried a kind of indifference as if looking down on all living beings.

The man in black suddenly stopped moving.

Almost simultaneously, a terrifying low growl echoed deep within everyone's minds. Despite the unusually quiet cave, it seemed as if the low growl of an ancient beast reverberated, reminding everyone of their deepest nightmares and causing them to break out in a cold sweat.

The only sound breaking the silence in the cave was the crying of the man in black.

He suddenly broke down in tears, burying his face in his hands, his previous arrogance completely gone, as if he had witnessed something he could hardly accept.

This is... you must have been terrified and cried.

Unlike the others, Song Nan was not intimidated by this threat.

All he heard in his head was a short, exhausted "Run!"

This voice——

Sure enough, it's not as powerful as everyone thought it was.

Song Nan's heart tightened, but he knew this was not the time to hesitate, so he used his divine sense to run straight to the cave entrance.

Hearing Song Nan's footsteps fade into the distance, Meng San breathed a sigh of relief without even realizing it.

Right now, there's nothing to worry about.

It can stall for time until these people realize that everything is just an illusion it's forcing itself to maintain, and that's when it will abandon this body.

Tang Ling's physical body.

Now, only by making Tang Ling disappear completely from this world can those people give up.

A smart person might not give up, but at least the next time it appears, there won't be any flies buzzing incessantly around their ears.

Just a pity.

After losing this body, Xiao Hei's body is completely useless, and it may once again fall into a long period of being invisible, inaudible, and untouchable.

And by the time a suitable body is found again, the people and things here may have changed drastically.

Those people here.

Its lifespan is too short, and its memory cannot be sustained; no one will remember it then.

Lonely?
It doesn't really matter.

Because it can forget too.

But this time, without the anchor of memory, I'm afraid I'll completely lose those memories.

Is it a pity?
There isn't enough mana to store memory anchors right now. Meng San sighed softly deep in her heart.

It itself didn't know why it sighed.

Perhaps it's rare to encounter a few interesting people in millions of years, and before we can even see their ending, we have to forget them, which is inevitably a bit of a pity.

The spiritual energy she was holding onto was about to dissipate, and Meng San felt her consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

The cave gradually regained its light, and people gradually came to their senses. They realized that Meng San was exhausted and began to tentatively gather around him.

"So you think you're something special? Turns out you're just at your last gasp." Someone mocked as they approached, ready to attack immediately.

But at that moment, a violent roar suddenly rang out outside the door, followed by a large amount of mist rushing in, turning the once quiet cave into chaos.

"who is it?"

"What the hell is this?"

"It looks like a smoke bomb!"

"No! This isn't an ordinary smoke grenade!"

Taking advantage of the chaos, someone scooped up Meng San and held her in their arms.

It's a familiar smell.

Song Nan?

Before I could even get angry, I heard another familiar voice shout.

"Damn it, with Master Bao here, who dares to be disrespectful!"

Zhao Baoshan, with his massive body, stood in front of the two like a savior, declaring, "You two go first, I'll cover you!"

Then, without a second thought, he started throwing what looked like smoke bombs into the cave, muttering to himself as he did so, "This is some good stuff that I bought from that guy surnamed Wei at a high price!"

"Zhao Baoshan—" Before Song Nan could speak, Zhao Baoshan stopped him.

"Senior Brother Song, don't delay! I'm from the Qingyun Sect, they won't dare do anything to me. But it's different for you. If you go back, you'll either die or be used for experiments! Run!"

Song Nan gave him a deep look, then said no more. He used his magic to flee with Meng San at lightning speed.

Meng San was held in his arms when she heard Zhao Baoshan call out from afar, "Tang Ling, I'll wait for you to come back to me alive. When that happens, you must betroth Yao Yao to me!"

Meng San didn't respond. Seeing its listless expression, Song Nan couldn't help but wonder if it remembered the girl Yao Yao.

After a long while, when the voice behind them had completely faded away, and they had passed through the tunnel and returned to the original jungle, a listless voice suddenly sounded in their arms.

"You brat, you're actually after Yao Yao."

Song Nan remained vigilant throughout, pondering where he could hide.

After much thought, I couldn't think of a place to stay.

The wanted notice was issued. In the fight against the demons, the six continents share weal and woe. Where could the two of them possibly find refuge?
Just as he was racking his brains, a strange noise suddenly came from his surroundings.

Song Nan's sensitive nerves were immediately triggered, and he almost instinctively wanted to make a move.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't be impulsive! We're here to help you!"

This sound seems familiar.

Song Nan dared not stop.

With Li Zhou's actions still fresh in his mind, he couldn't possibly trust others so easily.

But the people behind them continued to pursue relentlessly.

"Fellow Daoist, do not be afraid. It is us. We met briefly at the temple earlier. In fact, we came to Qingyun Continent to find you!"

Song Nan remembered that it was those two young men in the temple who claimed to be from the Qingcang Continent.

"You previously said that you came to the Azure Cloud Continent to find something."

Song Nan didn't turn around, but instead sped up, quickly leaving the two behind.

The two had no choice but to summon their flying artifacts to give chase.

It's clear that cultivation isn't as powerful as it seems.

"There are too many people and too many eyes in the temple, so we dare not reveal too much, for fear of causing trouble," said the more lively boy from before.

Song Nan still didn't stop. Seeing that he was about to lose the chance, the boy finally got anxious, gathered his energy in his dantian, and shouted.

"In the ghost market of Fengdu, amidst ancient trees and green lamps, our master asked us to ask: Is the sword you bought, young lady, still comfortable in your hand?"