Ye Yanran glared fiercely at Mu Hanyan but still took the pastries, which must have been quite delicious, or else she wouldn’t have been salivating just now.
"Remember to brush your teeth before eating them, so you don’t end up eating any pig or bear feces along with it. If you don’t brush, it’s also fine, just be sure to tell me what it tastes like afterward—I’m quite curious." Mu Hanyan reminded her again.
"Mu Hanyan, I hate you." Ye Yanran really wanted to smash the pastries on Mu Hanyan’s head, but in the end, she did not do so. She stamped her foot and, enduring the piercing pain in her leg, ran away quickly.
"Why not just kill her and be done with it, being targeted by such a person is never good," Wu Qiuyun said somewhat regretfully. This was the mentality of family members, even if they were not inherently bad, they would not show mercy when they had to be ruthless.
"Forget it, she’s just a flying thief. It’s not easy to have such cultivation, plus she’s not some extremely evil person. Just giving her a lesson is enough, no need to go to extremes," Mu Hanyan said seriously.
Given her personality, she would have let go of anyone who posed no threat, too lazy to make a move. However, if someone was a threat, she would show no mercy. But Ye Yanran was different. With Star Illusion Thousand Machine blocking her path time and time again, how could she possibly be ruthless? Of course, this was not something she could tell Wu Qiuyun.
Looking at Mu Hanyan’s face full of righteousness, Wu Qiuyun looked extremely solemn, his eyes even twinkling with little stars.
Such unfathomable strength, such a merciful and generous heart, shocked Wu Qiuyun, who was used to seeing the ruthless and cruel side of family members, and he couldn’t help but admire her deeply.
Lady Mu had no idea that a few casual words had unwittingly placed a halo of sainthood around her in the eyes of others. Well, whether Lady Mu admitted it or not, she indeed had the potential of a God-man.
After the false alarm, Mu Hanyan’s mind was at ease, and she was too lazy to stay up guarding the campfire in the cold wind for the rest of the night. She let Wu Qiuyun and Mu Cheng take over the night watch and returned to her tent to rest and gather strength.
The mountain wind blew, carrying occasional wild roars of the Exotic Beasts; they were temporarily safe, but for the other young Swordsmen participating in the trial, it was definitely not a peaceful night.
"Teacher, it’s terrible, there’s been an accident." At dawn, outside Duan Tianya’s room, an Academy Disciple hurried over, anxiously calling out.
"What happened?" Duan Tianya opened the door and asked.
"There seems to be a problem with the transmission gate. According to past practice, by this time, there should be people who couldn’t withstand the attacks of the Exotic Beasts and retreated back to Cangshan City, but today, not a single person has returned!" the Disciple answered.
"Have you sent someone to check it out?" Duan Tianya asked.
"We’ve tried, but no one can enter the transmission gate," the Disciple said, his face somewhat panic-stricken.
"How could this be?" Duan Tianya’s expression turned grave as he hurried toward the transmission gate.
"Teacher, you’ve arrived!" As soon as they saw Duan Tianya, the Academy Disciples guarding around flocked to him as if they had seen a life-saving straw, saluting and greeting him.
"What’s the situation now?" Duan Tianya nodded in acknowledgment as a return gesture. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fire.net
"Still, no one has returned, and we can’t enter either. We don’t know what has happened; there’s never been such an incident before," the Disciples said all at once.
"Don’t panic just yet, let me give it a try," Duan Tianya said as his heart sank. He took out the four Alchemy Small Swords and cast a series of Hand Formations with his hands.