35 - Crazy! Criticizing the Prime Minister for Being a Servant

Chapter 35: Is that the Fifth? 【Why did I seem to see the Fifth on the cover just now?】 【Is it really the Fifth?】 【Why is the demonic energy so dense behind this door, and it won't dissipate?】 【Master, don't come any closer. You’re freaking me out. Boohoo, stay away from me.】 【How is this different from a university job fair?】 【It’s all about painting a rosy picture, only to deceive in the end.】 【Damn it, we can't escape now.】 【Maybe we should use it... Sister Zhuque, I’ll never doubt your reliability again.】 ⊙ 【That final landing looked awful. Boohoo, my reputation in the martial world has been destroyed before I even got started.】 【Yin Xi!! This is all your fault!! I'm going to investigate you thoroughly!】 【Why won’t anyone care about me? Why won’t anyone care about me? I get hurt in fights too.】 【Never mind, it's fine if no one cares...】 The others observed her performance with anger in their hearts, but none dared to voice it. After all, they genuinely couldn't defeat her. Not even if the top experts from the human, demon, and monster races all joined forces. They simply couldn't. The monsters quietly clutched their weapons, swallowing nervously. Fine, at worst, I'll just die. But the battlefield situation changed drastically after Ran Ji threw that jade tassel. Wu Yan Zun Zhu suddenly seemed like a completely different person. The expressiveness of half of her face turned extremely hideous and frightening, as if wanting to leave. Yet the other half remained calm and serene, even using a bit of force, as if determined to stay. She actually began to struggle against herself. The onlookers felt a twinge of surprise but didn’t dare relax, clutching their weapons and techniques, waiting for an order to unleash them all at once, hoping for a chance at survival. On the other side, Ran Ji calmly watched the person before her struggle madly. The young girl, who had always stood not far away, silently moved behind her once more. She could sense the girl's hesitation but didn’t hesitate for long. A hand reached out silently, gently grasping Ran Ji's sleeve. Ran Ji still didn't turn to look at her. Her gaze remained fixed on the jade tassel approaching Wu Yan Zun Zhu. The woman seemed terrified of the tassel and whatever method Xiao Wan Cheng had used to hide inside it. In that case, she would likely also fear Ning Song Wu behind her, as both wielded forces that frightened her. If she came forward, protecting her would be more convenient. Time seemed to pass in a single breath, yet also like an eternity until Wu Yan's struggle failed and she tried to shatter the jade tassel with a sweep of her dust brush. Suddenly, a graceful figure emerged from the tassel, her voice calm and steady— “Tao Cheng, you old thief, do you still remember me?” Xiao Wan Cheng’s voice, usually frivolous, was uncharacteristically serious, tinged with a faint anger, forming seals with her hands: "You’ve made me search high and low for you." An older voice in the group exclaimed, "Isn't that the young lady who once traveled the martial world with the Sword Immortal?" “No way! She's still alive!” Her words naturally reached Ran Ji’s ears, causing the woman to tremble, her expression becoming hazy. Before she could react, Wu Yan, who was surrounded, seemed to give up completely, sending a dust brush full of spiritual energy straight at Xiao Wan Cheng, along with her gritted voice— "You! You’re really in the Northern Territory!" Xiao Wan Cheng's body momentarily became ethereal as spiritual energy pierced through her, only for her to gradually solidify again. She stuck out her tongue: “Nya~ Missed me~” The always calm half of Wu Yan Zun Zhu's face finally showed expression, a slight smile tugging at her lips: "I wasn't aiming for you." Xiao Wan Cheng's eyes narrowed as a sudden exclamation was heard behind her— "Ning’er!" Everything had happened too fast. When the spiritual energy surged forward, Ran Ji was still in shock over the relationship between Xiao Wan Cheng and Ran Que Xin. There was no way to dodge the attack unscathed. At that critical moment, Ning Song Wu suddenly mustered extra strength, forcibly swapping places with Ran Ji and taking the hit for her. It happened so quickly that by the time the girl collapsed into her arms, Ran Ji finally reacted. She gently lifted her hand to touch the girl's back. The clothes were torn, yet there were no visible wounds, but Ning Song Wu's breathing had weakened significantly, leaning against her, eyes tightly shut. "Ning’er, Ning’er, didn’t you tell me not to get angry? So what are you doing now?" She frantically shook Ning Song Wu. Despite the desperate shaking, the girl’s lips remained bloodless, and no spiritual energy emanated from her. She simply leaned softly against Ran Ji’s chest, unresponsive to her calls or movements. "Ning Song Wu, you promised nothing would happen to you!" "Why are you causing trouble now? Wake up!" “Who told you to rush over with such a fragile body? Wake up.” Ran Ji’s voice was anguished, pleading. Xiao Wan Cheng clenched her teeth, glaring at Wu Yan Zun Zhu, and coldly demanded, "What did you do?" This time, the answer came from that calm half of the face: “No need for alarm, noble warriors. This old one merely invited her for a chat.” Ran Ji’s eyes narrowed, tinged with rising flames, her voice icy: “Release her.” “You cannot kill me,” she calmly replied. "Even you, Xiao Wan Cheng, cannot kill this old one alone, correct?” Xiao Wan Cheng chuckled: “That’s not necessarily true.” “Then by all means, try. But this old one cannot guarantee the young warrior's safety.” “……” A tense silence blanketed the scene. Wu Yan Zun Zhu unexpectedly chuckled lightly: “Noble warriors have all the advantages now. Surely, you can grant this old one a moment to speak.” “No need to worry; you will meet again.” In the secluded realm acknowledged by Ning Song Wu, she would bring everyone together to reunite. Ran Ji gritted her teeth, her hand gripping the sword turning pale. It wasn’t until a small cat, barely regaining human form, flew to support her that she realized her spiritual energy was chaotically disrupting her meridians. He Lan whispered urgently, "Senior Sister, calm down. Don’t fall into disorder.” "Take care of Ning’er." Ran Ji’s voice was cold as she stepped forward, facing off against her foe. Elsewhere, amid a swath of pure white— The hit didn’t hurt as much as Ning Song Wu had expected. It merely made her dizzy and disoriented, causing her to keep her eyes closed for a long time. When she opened them again, the fierce battlefield was gone, replaced by a pristine white space. A woman in white daoist robes with a dust brush in hand gently bowed to her: “Young warrior, a pleasure to meet you. Greetings.” Ning Song Wu instantly recognized this as the hysterical Wu Yan Zun Zhu from outside. She instinctively took a step back, hesitant to reciprocate the bow, thinking— Where am I? Wasn’t I just hit? Why does this feel like I've been transported into someone's mind space? Regardless, it felt improper not to return the bow. Moreover, the woman seemed poised to speak only if Ning Song Wu acknowledged the courtesy. After a moment of thought, Ning Song Wu returned the gesture, forming a seal with her hand just in case. “Don’t behave like this.” The woman's voice appeared behind her, a bony hand gently forcing Ning Song Wu's fingers apart. “This old one wishes to have a pleasant discussion with you. Let’s be friendly.” The site presented without ads, permanent domain.