Was it you that night?

Chapter 82 - 82 80 A City One Person

Chapter 82: Chapter 80: A City, One Person Chapter 82: Chapter 80: A City, One Person Nan Sheng didn’t want to waste any more time. The Red Moon Secret Realm only came once in a hundred years, and the Snow Bone Grass had been snatched away by Shen Qinghe; she had gained nothing. If she were to return empty-handed, she, a prodigious young girl, didn’t know how many people would laugh at her.

Because of this, she couldn’t continue wasting time here.

“Since Brother Xiao insists on looking for someone here, then I’ll go elsewhere to

Within The Abyss, everything was misty, a realm of gray; only Qinghe shone brightly.

Yet, such a girl, full of enthusiasm and reverence for life, he had let her down more than once.

Yan Changsheng belatedly realized that his gaze fell on Qinghe from time to time, sometimes becoming so engrossed that he lost himself in thought. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t help comparing Qinghe to Nan Sheng.

If it were Nan Sheng by his side today, she would definitely be cowering behind him, sobbing. When danger came, Nan Sheng would run faster than anyone else.

When facing difficulties, Nan Sheng would always shrink back, never confronting them head-on as Qinghe did.

So why did he love Nan Sheng? Was it just because of her beautiful face that he was so irresistibly in love?

As Yan Changsheng was distracted by Qinghe’s figure, an odd sound arose again in front of them, and soon a mythical beast the size of a wolf-dog appeared.

Its horns were long and sharp, emitting a ghostly blue glow in the gloom of The Abyss, resembling two swords eager to unsheathe.

“This mythical beast looks off; we need to be careful,” Yan Changsheng cautioned in a low voice.

Shen Qinghe felt it, too.

Although it was just a mythical beast, she felt an overwhelming killing intent. Clearly, the beast had gained sentience; otherwise, there would not be such strong murderous will.

As soon as Yan Changsheng’s voice fell, the mythical beast transformed, turning into an alien-shaped person with a human face and beastly body, wielding dual swords.

“For a thousand years, you have been the only cultivators to survive in the Mythical Beast World,” the alien-shaped person said, his eyes like beans, especially unsettling when he looked at someone.

Shen Qinghe responded calmly to her own confusion: “Why do cultivators lose all their cultivation base upon entering this place?”

Her situation was peculiar; otherwise, neither she nor Yan Changsheng would have survived until now. Without either one of them, falling into this place meant no chance of survival.

“Fool, didn’t I just tell you? This is the Mythical Beast World, not the Cultivator World. It’s normal for a cultivator’s cultivation base to be suppressed here. But I’m curious, why isn’t your cultivation base suppressed?” the alien-shaped person retorted.

Shen Qinghe smiled faintly, her words cold and mocking, “Fool, guess why my cultivation base isn’t suppressed?”

Yan Changsheng’s lips curled upward; he had never known Qinghe to be so vengeful.

The expression on the alien-shaped person’s face grew ugly; in the Mythical Beast World, he was the king. Countless cultivators had met fates worse than death at his hands. Yet this unknown female cultivator dared to defy him?

He wasted no more words and suddenly thrust his sword toward… Yan Changsheng.

Yan Changsheng remained vigilant at all times, and when the alien-shaped person struck, he swiftly dodged. Yet, without his cultivation base and relying solely on swordsmanship, he could not last more than a few moves against his opponent.

Shen Qinghe saw it clearly. The alien-shaped person had observed from the shadows for an unknown length of time, aware that Yan Changsheng lacked a cultivation base, and each time he was in danger, she would intervene to rescue him.

The alien-shaped person clearly knew that Yan Changsheng was her weakness and therefore targeted him.

Just as Yan Changsheng was about to be struck in a vital spot by the alien-shaped person, Shen Qinghe lunged forward with her sword. Her swordsmanship was becoming increasingly skilled, each move carrying a chilling intent to kill.

The alien-shaped person had early witnessed the ferocity of Shen Qinghe and dared not take her lightly.

But his plan was clear: to use Yan Changsheng as leverage against Shen Qinghe, to distract her, and disrupt her Sword Intent.

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Wuya shouted angrily, “Shen Qinghe, how dare you leave me behind?”

With a forced smile, Qinghe replied, “My mistake, my mistake. There, I’ll personally come to fetch you tomorrow…”