Chapter 382: Chapter 382
The elders in the array waved their hands, letting their descendants take a look. These elders had come through an era of cannon fire and chaos, having experienced life-and-death situations, yet nothing compared to the thrills and dangers of tonight. Each of them, quite unceremoniously sitting on the ground, patted their chests in fear, looked at each other, and then burst into hearty laughter.
Life should be just , otherwise one’s journey through this world would be in vain. It was too thrilling, too splendid. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI[F]ire.net
Mo Junhua walked over with a somber face, pulled Lan Tian out of Ji Feng’s arms, and held her in his own, casting a cold glance at Ji Feng, "Young Master Ji, please be mindful of your status. A gentleman does not touch a woman without her consent. Girl, it’s great that you’re still alive." Holding Lan Tian tightly, he hugged her so forcefully it seemed he wanted to meld her into his body, never to be separated again.
Ji Feng sneered and ignored Mo Junhua.
Having fought against others for an entire night, Lan Tian had no strength left. Unable to break free and too weary to try, she let him hold her. Fortunately, she was a cultivator; a normal woman being held like that would have had her waist broken. In any case, his embrace wouldn’t kill her, and she wouldn’t suffocate in the short term, so she let him be for the moment. Right now, she only wanted to sleep, but she couldn’t—not now, which was so miserable that she kept rolling her eyes. She felt Mo Junhua’s body shivering while holding her. Abusive words reached the tip of her tongue but were swallowed back down.
Those who had run out of the array headed towards the charred corpse. They had suffered greatly tonight, all thanks to him. Suppressed anger had almost driven them mad. In a need to vent, they ran over, kicked the body, and felt unsatisfied, so they spat at the charred remains.
Such uncouth behavior was not seen as unreasonable by anyone. In fact, others followed suit, and indeed, after spitting, they felt much better inside.
With the fall of the red-robed monk, the array used to extract essence blood also failed. Those who were unaware and puppet-like slowly regained their senses. After realizing they had escaped from death, they cried openly. The saying "a real man does not cry even when he bleeds" did not apply to them; they had not been through such horrifying events.
Everyone immersed themselves in the joy of still being alive, no one noticing the piece of charred flesh on the ground suddenly move, then open its eyes—eyes red as blood, eyes that no longer seemed human. It looked up at the night sky, then stiffly turned its neck to see Lan Tian embracing Mo Junhua, slowly stood up, and a terrifying glint brewed in its gaze as it stepped toward the two.
Suddenly, Mo Junhua turned her around, and their positions swapped. Lan Tian, who had been facing away from the red-robed monk, was now Mo Junhua. Unable to see the red-robed monk but sensing danger, Lan Tian held onto Mo Junhua, gave a gentle push, and pushed away both Mo Junhua and Ji Feng. Then, a dazzling red light shot from behind her. Her peach wood bracelet touched the light and a spiritual energy shield enveloped her. The shield flickered and was pierced by the red light, passing through Lan Tian’s body and disappearing.
Whoever was touched by the red light fell to the ground with a "bang," not having a chance to scream.
The incident happened so abruptly that everyone was stunned. By the time they screamed and ran, they were already frantically heading back towards the array.
Lan Tian glanced at her body, still intact but terribly soft, every part of her in pain, nothing but pain, then her head spun and she ’bang’ hit the ground. A buzzing in her ears, she couldn’t hear anything, and as her consciousness blurred, she seemed to see Mo Junhua and Ji Feng running towards her, the corners of her eyes wet with what seemed like tears...
"Don’t come over," Lan Tian yelled, but her voice couldn’t make a sound.
Watching the two rush at the red-robed monk fiercely beating him and then fly out like two torn rags, bloodied and limp... Lan Tian could only watch helplessly, without the strength even to speak, the light in her eyes dimming greatly, her gaze woodenly shifted, and she saw the red-robed monk approach her, lift one of her legs, roll up her trouser leg, and bite down, tearing off a piece of flesh, chewing and swallowing it, his mouth smeared with blood.
All were petrified by the sight of this cannibalism.
Lan Tian summoned her Divine Sense from the Sea of Consciousness, looking up at the night sky and called out, "Master~~~~"
With the last bit of her strength used up, darkness before her, her consciousness sinking into the void, she seemed to hear her unconventional Master cursing crudely, "Damn it, is it easy for me to take a disciple? Each one is giving me trouble. I’ll annihilate your whole family, or did I sleep with your wife? You’re so stupid." Not knowing whom the last ’so stupid’ was for.