My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 175 The time has come to repay my junior brothers' kindness!
"Ugh, those little brats..."

Li Chunfeng leaned against the cold stone wall, his chest heaving violently, sweat condensing into droplets on his chin.

He stared at the dark passage where the others had disappeared, then glanced at the backs of the two ordinary people, and finally could only let out a sigh.

He really couldn't run anymore; with every movement of his legs, his muscles and bones screamed in protest.

He leaned against the wall and looked around, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to an inconspicuous narrow crack in the nearby stone wall.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed his physical exhaustion. He mustered his last strength, staggered forward, and pulled out the wooden sword, using it like a crowbar to dig and pry.

Finally, he widened the crack in the wall to a width just wide enough to accommodate one person.

He practically rolled in, squeezing into the cramped space and pressing himself tightly against the rocks.

The "hoho" sound outside grew closer and closer, as if it were right next to my ear.

Fear made him tremble uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered.

He almost nervously began repeating an action.

He drew his sword, then sheathed it.

"Clang... clang... clang..."

It was the only thing he could do at that moment, as if only in this way could he prove that he was still alive and dispel the darkness and fear that was about to devour him.

"Heavens protect us! Heaven protect us! What follows must be good...it must be good..."

Just then, a vengeful figure flashed past the entrance of the passage.

It stopped.

Li Chunfeng's heartbeat stopped for a moment.

Through the shadows cast by the crack in the wall, he saw the thing turn the half-rotten head toward his direction.

A stench mixed with the smell of death assaulted my senses.

Li Chunfeng was so frightened he almost screamed, and he bit his tongue.

The excruciating pain kept him sane, and his movements became purely instinctive, more than twice as fast as before!
The cursed creature tilted its head, a hint of confusion seemingly appearing in its rotting eye sockets.

It seemed to have sensed something, but the continuous clanging sound seemed to interfere with its judgment.

Ultimately, it gave up its investigation, and with a flash, continued chasing after the others who had fled.

“Hu…ha…ha…”

Only after the "hoarse" sound completely faded away did Li Chunfeng collapse into the crack in the wall, panting heavily.

He dared not stop what he was doing; this seemingly absurd repetition was his lifeline at that moment.

This is the supreme swordsmanship obtained from the Sword Tomb!
This isn't swordsmanship at all; it's clearly a life-saving divine power!
If it weren't for this protection, I would already be a corpse today!

……

And so, time passed little by little.

The two ordinary people ahead of him weren't so lucky.

As the two ran, it seemed that the immortals leading the way had missed something.

Suddenly, a black cat darted out of the shadows beneath the feet of the person running ahead!
"Meow--!"

The black cat let out a piercing scream as it tripped over a foot, then darted back into the darkness.

The man was tripped and fell to the ground by the sudden movement, a sharp pain shooting through his ankle—he had twisted his ankle!
As he fell, he accidentally knocked down his companion's leg as well.

"Ouch!"

"what are you doing!"

The other person also fell flat on his face, but he reacted very quickly, using both hands and feet to try to get up and continue running.

However, a hand gripped his ankle tightly!
It's that man who sprained his ankle!
"No...don't abandon me, you bastard!"

"You...you can't leave!"

The man with the sprained ankle had a face contorted with fear and madness. He clung tightly to his companion, screaming, "You can't leave me!"

"If you leave, they...they will come back and eat me!"

"I'll become a ghost! Even as a ghost, I won't let you go!"

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

"Let go of me, you fucking idiot!"

The man who was being held panicked completely. He desperately kicked the other man's face and hands with his other foot.

"You're asking for it, don't drag me down with you!"

One, two, several...

He kept kicking him hard, but the man with the sprained ankle acted like a madman, digging his nails into the other man's flesh, refusing to let go.

If you're not having a good time, no one else can either!
Just as the man who had been pulled away was about to kick the other man hard in the face again, he suddenly felt the hand that was holding him... let go.

"Hmph, if only we had done this earlier..."

He thought he had finally kicked the other person away, and was overjoyed. He quickly turned around and staggered as he tried to get up and run forward.

As a result, he bumped headfirst into a cold, sticky, and foul-smelling embrace.

He stiffly and slowly raised his head.

A female ghost's face was pressed against his.

The lower half of the face was completely rotten, and a cloudy eyeball protruded from its decaying socket, held together by only a thin strand of flesh, dangling in front of his eyes and swaying gently.

"Ho...ho..."

The ghostly woman emitted eerie bubbling sounds from her broken mouth.

The next second, countless hands reached out from the darkness and grabbed his limbs, head, torso...

"Aaaaaah—Help!!"

He let out a final, piercing scream.

Behind the man who let go, there now stood a multitude of twisted, howling curses...

Endless fear completely consumed them.

The remaining cursed beings ignored the two corpses on the ground that were about to transform into cursed beings. They looked ahead in the direction where Dong Changsheng and the others had left, and then disappeared into the shadows.

……

Meanwhile, Dong Changsheng and his men, who were desperately trying to break through the encirclement, were suddenly forced to stop by the empty space ahead.

A massive, bottomless fault line stretched out before them.

On the other side of the fault is the only entrance to the next area, but there is a considerable distance between the two.

A chilling wind howled upwards from the abyss, as if countless hands were trying to drag people down.

"How...how do we get across?!"

"We're doomed...we're all dead!"

"I'm only at the fourth level of Qi Refining! There's no way I can skip this!"

This distance is an insurmountable chasm for cultivators at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Dong Changsheng was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, but he quickly regained his composure.

He estimated the distance and figured that with his Qi Refining Level 8 cultivation, he could jump across by activating his spiritual energy.

He listened intently, but the chilling "hoarse" sound behind him didn't seem to be coming.

With the crisis temporarily averted and the panic subsiding, Dong Changsheng looked at the scene before him and his junior brothers who looked ashen-faced, and a sense of responsibility welled up within him.

He can't walk alone, wouldn't that make him a villain?

Besides, it's just crossing a chasm; it's not facing death. I can do it!
Therefore, he must save them!
His fellow disciples had also taken good care of him, so now was the time for him to repay their kindness!
(End of this chapter)