"Senior Sister Tong."
Lingyin and Lingle were suddenly frantic, their small hands desperately waving for her to come over.
Senior Sister, you’re being foolish! This man is no good match at all. He’s just a scumbag! You’ll ruin your future this way!
Although they were young, they were clever beyond their years; there were many things they hadn’t experienced, but they understood.
Gong Changyun also showed a conflicted expression, yet his large hands firmly held Lingyin and Lingle back, leaving them to only stand there, waving their arms helplessly.
Even though his cultivation wasn’t high, he had reached the peak of the Sixth Realm. Controlling these two little girls was a piece of cake for him.
"Go quickly! Do you still want to cause me more trouble?"
A hint of determination flashed in Tong Hua Qin’s eyes. She let out a sharp cry, then turned around. With her slender white hands, she quickly tapped various points on her body, forcefully suppressing the toxins within.
After all, she was a cultivator of the Genius Spirit Realm. Even though severely injured, she possessed methods to unleash her combat power once more. But the cost was self-evident.
Once the fight ended, the backlash would occur, and her injuries would naturally be even more serious than they currently were. The toxins would also erupt more violently. By that time, Tong Hua Qin, having exhausted all her strength, would have no energy left to protect herself.
The terrifying aura emanating from Tong Hua Qin’s body slowly began to release, causing the ghost bats to shiver and hesitate to advance. But they still didn’t retreat. Some ghost bats, their eyes glinting with greed, wanted to forcibly strike down Tong Hua Qin and kill her on the spot.
To them, human cultivators were a great tonic. If they could devour a human’s Genius Spirit, they could ascend directly to the Seventh Realm.
Seeing that she couldn’t intimidate the swarm of ghost bats, Tong Hua Qin gritted her teeth and charged into their midst.
"Sister Huaqin, be careful! I’ll take Sisters Lingyin and Lingle away first, then I’ll come back to help you!" Gong Changyun feigned reluctance in his voice, even as his figure swiftly retreated.
The moment he turned around, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly for an instant. His heart let out a huge sigh of relief. Anyway, he had put on quite the show. Tong Hua Qin probably wouldn’t die this time, but her cultivation foundation would undoubtedly be greatly affected. What a pity. He had originally wanted to take her as his Taoist companion, but now it seemed he could only play around with her casually. Tong Hua Qin was essentially finished, no longer worthy of him. Fortunately, his reputation should also be safe. Moreover, he didn’t think what he was doing was wrong. As long as they fled, Tong Hua Qin would surely be able to get out as well.
"Senior Sister Tong!"
Lingyin and Lingle were desperate but could only watch helplessly as the distance between them and Tong Hua Qin grew.
Someone, please come! Someone save Senior Sister Tong! They truly didn’t want their senior sister to end up in such danger.
"Those two are... Lingyin and Lingle..."
Below, in the shadows at the cave entrance, Wen Zhixing frowned as he looked diagonally upwards. He recognized them. Of course, he only knew these two little girls, Lingyin and Lingle.
Initially, he had no intention of getting involved with these people or taking action. So he concealed his aura, forcibly suppressing the Hundred Tribulations Ancient Skill to prevent it from breaking through.
His Soul Calling Banner was already full, and the Ghostly Cunning Spirit was satiated; there was no need to kill any more ghost bats. Remnant souls would dissipate shortly after death. They couldn’t be preserved just by wanting to.
Most importantly, he didn’t want to reveal his strength in front of others.
"Senior Sister Tong!" Lingyin and Lingle shouted, their tender voices growing somewhat hoarse. It was obvious they were genuinely worried Tong Hua Qin would come to harm.
"Sigh, consider yourselves lucky."
Wen Zhixing looked at Lingyin and Lingle, who were screaming their lungs out, thought for a moment, and then decided to lend a hand after all. He was somewhat fond of the two little girls. From their first meeting, he could sense their pure kindness. Well, he once wished to have a daughter himself but never had the opportunity.
"Then let these ghost bats undergo tribulation with me."
Wen Zhixing smiled. He didn’t intend to take action himself. He could, but there was no need. He would simply undergo the tribulation. Tan Yuanshan had already shown him that what ghost bats feared most was thunder power.
"Senior Sister Tong..."
Facing the overwhelming swarm of ghost bats that was closing in on Tong Hua Qin, Lingyin and Lingle grew tense. Their hands, clasped together, rested on their chests, their hearts filled with anguish. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
The next moment, a golden light flashed before their eyes.
Then, a thunderous roar resounded from the sky dome above.
The two girls looked up sharply. Suddenly, the area was filled with roiling dark clouds. Violent thunder coursed and flashed within them.
"What is this...?" Lingyin and Lingle were instantly stunned.
Even Gong Changyun furrowed his brow, coming to a complete stop. Is this a thundercloud? Could it be... something unexpected is happening here?
"It’s... It’s big brother!"
Just then, Lingyin and Lingle saw Wen Zhixing slowly rising from the ground. Their eyes lit up; they recognized him immediately.
"You know him?" Gong Changyun narrowed his eyes, a bad premonition stirring within him. This person...
However, the two little girls ignored him. They broke free from his grasp and rushed towards Wen Zhixing, as if they had seen their savior.
Though they didn’t know the level of Wen Zhixing’s cultivation, they instinctively trusted him. They believed Wen Zhixing could resolve the situation. Their perception was extraordinary; generally, if their intuition felt right, it proved to be correct.
"Big brother, save Senior Sister Tong! Save Senior Sister Tong!" the two little girls chorused, their childish voices ringing out.