Chapter 309

Chapter 308

The bone-chilling cold air that seeped into their bodies made everyone feel stiff, even the most basic reactions became a luxury.

Wen Qiao and the others were horrified; it was their first time encountering such terrifying cold air, a situation where they couldn't control their own bodies, which was hard to accept.

The five people, along with two demonic beasts, fell straight down from the cliff.

Fortunately, the monster that had flown out of Evil Spirit Abyss did not notice these insignificant cultivators. Perhaps in its eyes, these cultivators were weaker than insects, not worth bothering with. It only lightly swept its bony tail, creating another gust of wind that blew the falling group away.

"Chirp!"

The large furry ball that was falling with them jumped over and caught Wen Qiao, who was closest to it.

As for the others, due to the strong wind, they were immediately blown far away, swallowed by the mist below Evil Spirit Abyss. Wen Qiuqiu couldn't fly and couldn't catch everyone with just one furry body, so it could only chirp while protecting Wen Qiao on its back as they fell freely.

"Aaaaaah—"

The whistling wind in their ears was accompanied by a piercing scream.

Wen Qiao, lying on the fluffy body of the large furry ball, heard this powerful scream and was momentarily speechless.

Due to the cold air that had entered her body, she found it difficult to even turn her neck, let alone scream. It was a kind of cold that seemed to freeze sound, allowing her mouth to barely produce a hoarse noise, far from the powerful scream.

It seemed Shi Wuming's physical condition was quite good; he could take a few more punches next time.

With a thud, the large furry ball finally landed, and due to inertia, it bounced up slightly, causing the person on its back to fall off.

Wen Qiao felt her body land on soft, moist soil.

It wasn't painful, but the feeling was very unpleasant because the ground was wet and cold, and the damp cold air kept seeping into her body, as if freezing her bones.

This was adding insult to injury.

"Chirp!"

The large furry ball ran over, nudged Wen Qiao on the ground, and stuffed a piece of honey fat into her mouth, pushing her onto its back.

Wen Qiao managed to turn her head slightly, scanning her surroundings.

They had fallen from the cliff directly to the bottom, surrounded by towering cliff walls and wet, muddy soil. The dim light and eerie atmosphere, along with scattered dark green bones, made the scene appear gloomy and cold.

Ahead, everything was shrouded in gray mist, making it impossible to see what lay ahead.

There was no doubt they were in Evil Spirit Abyss.

Wen Qiao scanned the area but didn't see Ning Yuzhou or Wen Guangun, which made her anxious: "Hu... shi..." Her stiff tongue could only produce broken sounds, and saying two words made her sweat profusely.

Fortunately, Wen Qiuqiu wasn't stupid and instantly understood her meaning, chirping in response.

The strong wind had blown them all away.

Wen Qiao urged, "Go... find..."

The large furry ball obediently carried her to search for the others, stuffing another piece of honey fat into her mouth.

The divine honey spread in her mouth, the sweet nectar transforming into pure spiritual energy, flowing through her limbs and restoring some sensation to her stiff body. Wen Qiao tried to mobilize the stagnant spiritual energy within her, moving it repeatedly, her forehead breaking out in a cold sweat due to the urgency of regaining control of her body.

When she felt her body gradually becoming mobile, she struggled to stand up, sitting on the top of the large furry ball.

Suddenly, the large furry ball stopped, emitting a sharp cry and turning to run.

Wen Qiao sensed a sudden cold presence behind her, giving her the illusion of being in the underworld. Without thinking, she took out several Vajra Talismans, activated them, and threw them behind her.

The Vajra Talismans exploded, followed by a sharp howl, clearly indicating that the creature had been seriously injured.

"Stop!" Wen Qiao said.

The large furry ball stopped, turning around, and Wen Qiao saw clearly what had emerged from the gray mist.

It was a ghostly creature, entirely dark green, with a green face and fangs, and a large, cold ghost eye in the middle of its forehead. The ghost eye was half-closed, appearing lazy and sleepy, yet exuding a sense of danger. Its nails were long and black, capable of tearing flesh if they grabbed someone.

However, it had been injured by the Vajra Talismans, its skin torn and charred, looking quite pitiful.

Wen Qiao hadn't expected to encounter a ghostly creature here, but since this place was called Evil Spirit Abyss, the pervasive cold air could easily give rise to such beings.

Taking advantage of the ghost's distraction, she threw several more Vajra Talismans.

The ghost let out a pained howl, the ghost eye in its forehead suddenly widening, staring at her with a sinister gaze, spewing a cold aura.

The large furry ball chirped and quickly carried her away from the cold ghostly aura.

Wen Qiao calmly took out another stack of Vajra Talismans and threw them at the ghost.

The Vajra Talismans emitted a bright golden light, not only dispelling the surrounding cold but also causing significant damage to the ghost. Wherever the Vajra Talismans touched the ghost's body, the skin and flesh melted like ice under the sun, revealing the dark green bones beneath.

Seeing this, Wen Qiao understood that the scattered dark green bones on the ground were likely from the ghost.

The Vajra Talismans continued to rain down, and the ghost was finally killed by the relentless bombardment.

Wen Qiao, panting heavily, quickly took out a Red Sun Pill and swallowed it.

Her body had already been invaded by the cold air from the monster that flew out of Evil Spirit Abyss, sealing her limbs, spirit points, and even her spiritual energy. Another ghost attack had left her further injured, and her body was struggling to cope.

Wen Qiuqiu, carrying her, was about to run; this place was too dangerous, and they needed to hide.

"Wait, the ghost pearl!" Wen Qiao quickly said, unwilling to waste so many Vajra Talismans without taking anything.

Wen Qiuqiu had to go back, dig out a ghost pearl from the ghost's corpse, hand it to Wen Qiao, and then quickly carry her away, finding a crevice nearby to hide and allow Wen Qiao to recover.

Wen Qiao wanted to find Ning Yuzhou and Wen Guangun first, but given her current condition, she would be lucky not to become a burden, let alone help them. If they encountered any ghosts or monsters again, she might not be so fortunate.

She could only suppress her urge for now and first expel the cold yin energy from her body before restoring her combat strength and then going to find them.

“Is Wen Guangun with Brother Ning?” Wen Qiao asked the big fur ball.

The big fur ball chirped, giving an affirmative answer.

When they were blown away by the gale caused by that skeletal monster earlier, Wen Guangun was indeed closest to Ning Yuzhou. When they fell off the cliff, Wen Guangun, relying on its small size and agility, had managed to land on top of Ning Yuzhou.

Wen Qiao finally felt more at ease.

The cold yin energy in the Evil Spirit Abyss was extremely harmful to human cultivators but had less impact on demon beasts. With Wen Guangun around, things should be fine. As for Su Molan and Pei Qiyu, she could only hope for their safety.

With the big fur ball guarding her, Wen Qiao swallowed several Red Sun Pills in succession, dispelling the cold yin energy within her body and forcing out what she couldn't dispel.

Just as she was about to completely expel it, the big fur ball issued a warning sound.

An enemy was approaching!

Wen Qiao's eyes snapped open, and she saw a tall and muscular ghost charging through the gray mist. The ghost moved incredibly fast, accompanied by a chilling aura that made the surrounding air feel as if it had frozen into a layer of frost.

As the ghost was about to reach the mountain crevice, a whip whistled through the air, striking the ghost and sending it flying.

Wen Qiao leaped out from the narrow crevice, standing there majestically. She then wrapped her whip around the ghost, took out a stack of Vajra Talismans, and slapped them onto the ghost.

“Roar—”

The ghost let out a piercing howl.

Seeing its mouth wide open, Wen Qiao seized the opportunity to stuff Vajra Talismans into its mouth and then punched its forehead, where a ghostly eye was open.

With a loud thud, the ghost flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

A series of powerful strikes, and this ghost met a more tragic end than the previous one.

“Chirp chirp chirp!”

The big fur ball hopped around excitedly, chirping nonstop, as if cheering for Sister Wen.

Wen Qiao stepped forward and threw a Fire Talisman, causing the ghost's body to burst into a blue-green flame, quickly burning it to ashes, leaving behind a black, shiny, and eerie ghost pearl.

The ghosts here had all condensed ghost pearls, indicating their formidable strength.

Wen Qiao picked up the pearl, tossed it into her storage bag without a second glance, and her gaze fell on the world shrouded in gray mist ahead.

The gray mist in the Evil Spirit Abyss greatly reduced visibility, allowing only about a hundred feet to be seen. The ghosts hid in the mist, launching surprise attacks that were hard to guard against.

Wrapping her whip around her waist, she summoned the Sunlight Bow and said to Wen Qiuqiu, “Let’s go find Brother Ning.”

The big fur ball chirped and followed her steps.

One person and one beast plunged into the gray mist.

Indeed, there were many ghosts in the Evil Spirit Abyss. As Wen Qiao walked, she fought and killed ghosts, collecting quite a few ghost pearls along the way.

Ghost pearls, like demon spirit pearls, were carriers for creating explosive beads. High-quality ghost pearls could produce even more powerful explosive beads, capable of injuring not just those at the Yuanzong realm but also those at the Emperor Yuan realm, making them highly destructive weapons.

Wen Qiao and her companions were running low on explosive beads, and this was a good place to replenish their supply of ghost pearls.

While Wen Qiao was killing ghosts and searching for people, she heard a scream coming from the gray mist.

“Aaaaah—Help me—”

Wen Qiao didn’t move, holding the Sunlight Bow as she watched the rolling gray mist in the distance.

After a while, a person ran out of the mist.

The person was panting heavily, tears streaming down their face. Upon seeing Wen Qiao standing there, they seemed to have found a savior, and their tears flowed again as they cried out, “Miss Wen, save me!”

Wen Qiao ignored him because she was calculating how many ghosts were following Shi Wuming. Watching the endless stream of ghosts emerging from the mist and trailing behind Shi Wuming, she realized there were too many for her to handle.

She decided to retreat.

Shi Wuming, who had fallen from the cliff and not only survived but was still lively, had attracted so many ghosts, showing his remarkable abilities.

Shi Wuming, nearly out of breath, looked at her in disbelief when he saw her run away. “Miss Wen, why aren’t you saving me?”

“There are too many ghosts; I can’t save you!” Wen Qiao replied.

Shi Wuming had no choice but to gather his last bit of strength and run with her.

As they ran, Wen Qiao shot arrows and threw Vajra Talismans at the ghosts chasing them, killing the ones at the front and disrupting the others. After killing the ghosts, she didn’t abandon the ghost pearls; instead, she used Thousand Silk Vines to retrieve them from the ghost corpses.

Shi Wuming was immensely impressed by her tactics. “Miss Wen, you’re amazing!”

Wen Qiao gave him a cold, regal look and continued to focus on both escaping and harvesting ghost pearls.

Half a day later, they finally managed to shake off the ghosts and took refuge in a mountain crevice to rest.

Shi Wuming looked like he was about to collapse, lying on the ground and gasping for breath, sounding like a leaky box.

Wen Qiao glanced at him and praised, “You’re pretty impressive. You weren’t injured despite being chased by so many ghosts.”

Although he was covered in mud and sweat, with his clothes crumpled, he still looked like a delicate young master, without a single wound.

Shi Wuming complained, “If I hadn’t run fast, they would have caught me and eaten me. Ghosts love the taste of human cultivators; the blood and flesh of humans are very attractive to them, even more so than bones.”

Skeletal creatures only liked bones and had no interest in human flesh.

Wen Qiao agreed, "You do run pretty fast." Then she changed the subject, "Why was that monster’s cold aura ineffective against you?"

Everyone was frozen stiff, struggling to speak, but this guy could still scream with full vigor.

"I don’t know," Shi Wuming shrugged, "Maybe it’s my constitution. My body has some resistance to those yin energies. So, do you think I’m useful now?"

He rubbed his hands together, asking happily, feeling he finally had a chance to shed his image as a useless person.

Wen Qiao ignored him, instead wondering if he might have awakened divine bloodline.

Thinking this, she scrutinized Shi Wuming carefully.

Shi Wuming felt his hairs stand on end under her gaze and asked worriedly, "You’re not thinking of hitting me again, are you?"

"No," Wen Qiao shook her head. Seeing his relieved expression, she added, "You’re all dirty; I don’t want to dirty my hands."

Shi Wuming: "..."

Seeing him slump to the ground without dignity, Wen Qiao kicked him lightly and asked, "Have you seen anyone else? Or my husband?"

Shi Wuming said lazily, "No, the wind was so strong, everyone got blown away. It’s hard to meet up so quickly... But don’t worry, I have a rough idea where they are."

"Really?" Wen Qiao asked in pleasant surprise.

Shi Wuming nodded, boasting, "Not to brag, but my sense of direction and spiritual awareness are quite good. I remember things quickly and well. When I fell, despite my cries, I managed to deduce where everyone landed. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have met so soon, right?"

Whether true or not, Wen Qiao nodded, "You are quite useful."

Without another word, she pulled him up, "Let’s go find my husband!"

Shi Wuming could only groan as she dragged him along. This girl was incredibly strong, carrying a grown man like a chick, leaving no room for resistance.

With Shi Wuming leading the way, Wen Qiao didn’t need to wander aimlessly in the gray mist.

"This way."

Shi Wuming pointed to the left, and out of the gray mist on the left ran a ghostly creature.

Wen Qiao, who was looking for people, was annoyed by this ill-timed interruption. She leaped forward, her long whip sweeping the ghostly creature away, then jumped high and punched its ghostly eye, which caved in as the creature crashed to the ground with a piercing scream.

Shi Wuming shuddered, looking at the ghostly creature with sympathy.

With its ghostly eye destroyed, the creature couldn’t spray cold energy, significantly weakening it. It could only passively endure countless punches until it was finally killed.

Shi Wuming walked over and accused, "You actually hit the ghostly creature. Are they cleaner than me?"

Wen Qiao bluntly replied, "They have ghost pearls, do you? If you did, I’d hit you too."

Shi Wuming quickly shut up, understanding that according to Wen Qiao’s logic, anything useful was fair game for a beating... No, why should he offer himself up for a beating?

After digging out the ghost pearl, they headed left.

Fighting their way through, they finally heard sounds from within the gray mist. Wen Qiao’s heart leapt, and she called out loudly, "Husband, is that you?"

From the gray mist came the howls of ghostly creatures and the sounds of battle. Upon hearing her voice, there was a moment of silence before a weary yet delighted voice responded.

"Wen Qiao, is that you?"