The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 45 - : 45. Holy crap, little monster

Chapter 45: 45. Holy crap, little monster

Han Li felt her entire body stiffen, unable to move, as the ghostly hands strangled her neck tighter and tighter.

The next moment, the small bottle in her arms emitted a green light, enveloping her and fiercely repelling the ghostly figure behind her.

Han Li, enduring the pain in her throat, quickly turned around and slid a yellow talisman from her sleeve, pinching it in her hand.

The ghostly figure swiftly retreated, and Han Li pursued closely, tossing the yellow talisman forward and thrusting her longsword.

The longsword pierced through the yellow talisman and struck the ghostly figure, pinning the talisman to it.

The ghostly figure let out a faint scream and struggled violently, but the talisman pinned to it started burning without fire, incinerating both itself and the ghostly figure into ashes.

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Han Li coughed a few times, looking painfully at the ashes on the ground. She only had six exorcism charms in total, each reusable, yet killing one ghostly figure used up one – who knew how many ghosts were in this mist?

She turned back to look at the corpse on the ground; she remembered this person, who was also quite powerful among the rogue cultivators. Han Li estimated that she was roughly on par with her.

Such a person died silently in the mist; without the small bottle, she would likely have met the same fate.

Han Li remembered Senior Ling’s warning; indeed, this place was extremely dangerous, no less intimidating than Black Jiao Cave.

As a small pawn in such a perilous place, without miraculous luck, one could end up dead without knowing how.

The thought of retreating as the best strategy suddenly emerged in Han Li’s mind.

Whenever she faced danger before, escaping early was her way of saving her life.

But this time, the image of Fang Zhou surfaced in her mind, causing her some hesitation.

Shhh—

A strange noise suddenly sounded.

Han Li hurriedly looked over and saw the corpse not far away on the ground being dragged away by something.

Han Li’s expression turned extremely grave; she held her breath and began to slowly step back, retreating until she was enveloped by the mist and disappeared.

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Fang Zhou found himself unable to determine the direction.

The white mist combined with the complex architecture and pathways of Lanruo Temple formed a natural large maze.

Fang Zhou was completely lost, not knowing how long he had walked, but feeling increasingly anxious as the surrounding buildings began to look familiar.

He found a spot to make a mark, and casually struck back with his sword, killing a ghostly figure that attempted to latch onto his back.

Initially, Fang Zhou was quite wary of these ghostly figures, but he slowly realized that they were not hard to deal with.

Every approach by a ghostly figure made Fang Zhou feel a chill, and their method of attack was simply to latch onto the back and strangle the neck, nothing else, making them one-trick simpletons.

So, whenever he felt a chill on his back, Fang Zhou would effortlessly perform a back-stab move and easily kill them, having already taken down seven or eight.

If it were in a game, this place would be the perfect spot for grinding monsters, but unfortunately, Fang Zhou gained no experience for killing monsters, and the system didn’t trigger any quests for him.

After marking, Fang Zhou continued to grope his way forward, not knowing how long he walked, but the buildings around increasingly looked familiar, then he saw the mark he had made.

Indeed, he had been walking in circles from the beginning.

Could this be the legendary ghost hitting the wall?

What should he do?

Fang Zhou felt a headache coming on. After some thought, he chose to climb onto the roof and see if he could leave this haunted place from above.

This time, he didn’t encounter any acquaintances on the roof. Choosing a direction, he took a few running steps and jumped onto another roof.

Using the buildings as landmarks, Fang Zhou moved straight forward as the surroundings gradually changed.

“Boom——”

Suddenly, a tremor occurred, causing the buildings underfoot to shake, almost causing Fang Zhou to lose his balance.

He walked to the edge of the roof and looked down, inhaling sharply.

He saw that the open space below was covered with thick roots, each as thick as an adult, breaking through the ground and exposed on the surface.

At this time, these roots seemed to come to life, crawling on the ground like giant pythons, penetrating and collapsing the houses on both sides.

Seeing the roots coming this way, Fang Zhou quickly turned around and jumped off the roof, and within a few breaths, the house was crushed by the roots.

He kept running outward, with continuous rumbling sounds behind him as a large number of buildings were destroyed by the roots.

Finally, Fang Zhou jumped into a small courtyard, and only then did the noises cease.

He couldn’t help gasping for breath, it was terrifying, were those roots from that giant tree in the temple? It was like a giant monster with numerous tentacles.

The system actually wanted him, an advanced mixed soldier, to kill such a colossal creature. Was there some mistake?

Even if he were to fight monsters above his level, there was no reason to skip so many levels at once; it felt like he just left the newbie village and was going to fight a boss.

Fang Zhou complained in his mind for a while and wondered where Ling Xiaoyue was now.

Seeing the roots from here meant he wasn’t far from that giant tree, and Ling Xiaoyue had been inside for so long without any signs.

After resting for a while, Fang Zhou was ready to leave when he suddenly smelled a faint scent of grass.

Surprised, he sniffed carefully; the smell was similar to the grass he smelled last night in Lanruo Temple but with slight differences.

The scent of grass was coming out of a room in the courtyard. The house was old and dilapidated, covered with cobwebs, the doors were nowhere to be found, and the inside was pitch black, looking like a monster opening its mouth, waiting for prey to enter.

Fang Zhou quietly retreated, planning to leave the courtyard.

He dared to chase out last night because there were many people around him. Now alone, of course, he had to be more cautious, without losing face.

Before Fang Zhou could leave, a childlike voice suddenly sounded behind him.

“Are you lost?”

Fang Zhou stiffened, subconsciously gripping the Evil Slaying Sword tightly.

He slowly turned around and saw a little girl standing not far away, looking at him curiously.

The girl was about twelve years old, with pigtail braids, large eyes, a small nose, slightly chubby cheeks, looking both cute and adorable.

She was dressed in purple clothes, with a small gourd hanging at her waist.

Seeing such a cute little girl, Fang Zhou couldn’t help but smile: “Yes, I am lost too. Do you know the way out?”

“Of course.”

The little girl proudly put her hands on her hips: “I’ve led many people out of here, nobody knows it better than me.”

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Fang Zhou’s eyes lit up: “Can you lead me out?”

“Of course, big brother.”

The little girl bounced over.

Fang Zhou also walked over with a smile, raised his hand to cast an Illusion Technique, then activated the Qi Gathering technique, stomped his foot heavily, and dashed towards the little girl like a galloping horse, thrusting his sword towards her chest.

Covered in the scent of grass and still trying to deceive me, do you think I’m a Copper Refining Mage?

Damn little monster!