Chapter 745 - 744: The Smart Aleck, Thrown Directly into the Abyss

Over a dozen Profound Understanding Realm Cultivators.

Before they had even truly entered the Land of Burial, they were torn to shreds by a flash of blood-red light.

The remaining Cultivators at the foot of the mountain instantly froze in their tracks.

They glanced at each other’s pale faces.

Only then did they cautiously approach the entrance to the abyss again.

But once they reached the chasm’s edge, no one dared to descend.

The impact of the previous scene was simply too great.

No one wanted to be the next to die.

Just as the crowd looked at each other, at a loss for what to do, a weasel-faced Cultivator stepped out from their midst.

He casually grabbed a Spirit Awakening Realm Demon Beast from his Demon Storage Bag and tossed it into the abyss.

The Demon Beast fell, screaming.

After a short wait, no blood-red light erupted into the sky.

Instead, the sound of the Demon Beast’s whimpering cry echoed up as it hit the ground.

"The Demon Beast is fine. That means the blood light was a one-time thing. Once triggered, it’s gone."

The weasel-faced Cultivator clapped his hands together, a smug look in his eyes.

"Everyone, let’s go. It’s safe now."

"If you’re late, all the treasures will be snatched up by others."

The Cultivators who dared venture into the Land of Burial were, at a minimum, in the Profound Understanding Realm.

And no one who reached this Realm was a true fool.

Someone immediately retorted with biting sarcasm.

"If it’s so safe, why don’t you go down and test it first?"

As soon as he finished, other Cultivators chimed in to jeer.

"Yeah, you’re so smart. You’ll definitely be fine if you go first."

"The sooner you go down, the better your chances of getting good stuff. We won’t even compete with you."

"That’s right. We’ll watch you go down. If there’s any real danger, we’ll definitely step in to help."

"..."

One after another, the crowd chimed in.

Every word was aimed at cornering the weasel-faced Cultivator, clearly intending to make him their guinea pig.

’Wait...’

’I just showed off a little.’

’How did I end up being targeted by every other Cultivator here?’

The weasel-faced Cultivator’s face alternated between green and white as he subconsciously took a few steps back.

But the other Cultivators had no intention of letting him go.

The nail that sticks up gets hammered down.

If no one had stepped forward, they would have certainly worked together to find another way, testing the path slowly.

But since someone had made himself a target, how could the others possibly let him shrink back into the crowd?

A dozen or so Cultivators shuffled their feet, discreetly surrounding the weasel-faced Cultivator from behind.

They didn’t know each other, but at this moment, they acted in perfect, unspoken unison.

Over a dozen streams of the Power of Law, each with a different attribute, materialized simultaneously, rushing toward the weasel-faced Cultivator’s back.

Hearing the ominous whistle of air behind him, the weasel-faced Cultivator immediately spun around to dodge, summoning a Defense Treasure at the same time.

But there were over a dozen Attacks aimed at him, a dense barrage.

He dodged three and blocked another three.

The remaining nine slammed squarely into his body.

BOOM!!!

A muffled explosion rang out.

The weasel-faced Cultivator’s Protective Spiritual Qi shattered instantly, and he felt waves of tearing pain across his back.

The Attacks weren’t fatal.

But their powerful force violently shoved him toward the abyss.

He staggered, his body tumbling uncontrollably toward the chasm’s edge.

"Help me!"

The weasel-faced Cultivator instinctively cried out to his teammates for help.

But they were just a makeshift team. What trust could there possibly be between them!

If his teammates actually tried to save him, they would surely be ostracized by the hundred-plus other Cultivators.

They might even be treated as his accomplices and thrown down after him.

Why would they risk offending everyone for a temporary teammate whose name they couldn’t even remember?

The weasel-faced Cultivator’s few teammates chose to stand by and do nothing.

They even took a few steps back, making it clear they were disassociating themselves from him.

They watched, unmoved, as he fell into the abyss.

"Damn it, you bastards!!!"

"Don’t you dare let me see you again!"

"If I make it out of this alive, I’ll definitely..."

The weasel-faced Cultivator’s curses faded into the darkness as he fell deeper and deeper.

Among the hundreds of Cultivators surrounding the abyss, every single one wore a tense expression.

Of course, they weren’t nervous about whether the weasel-faced Cultivator would survive.

They were nervous about whether the entrance to the Land of Burial held even more terrifying traps.

A full three minutes passed.

The entrance to the abyss still hadn’t lit up with blood-red light, nor were there any other abnormalities.

Finally, one Cultivator couldn’t hold back any longer, gritted his teeth, and leaped down.

Where there was a first, a second soon followed.

Not to be outdone, the other Cultivators scrambled to jump after them, afraid that if they were late, all the treasures would be taken.

In an instant, a dense crowd of figures was plummeting toward the bottom of the abyss.

Huo Lang, leading his eight-person team, pushed through the crowd and hurriedly jumped down.

Just before he jumped, Huo Lang made a point to glance in Gu Yuexi’s direction.

He saw that she was still standing in the same spot, showing no intention of approaching the entrance.

’Did the bloody scene from earlier scare her stupid?’

’Has she decided to back down?’

Huo Lang muttered to himself.

’It’s a bit of a shame I can’t go in there and kill her, but as long as she doesn’t go in, my lie won’t be exposed. I guess that’s a good thing.’

As Huo Lang plotted in his mind, he followed the stream of people and jumped into the abyss.

After falling for a few moments, the eight of them could already see the bottom of the abyss.

But one look left them all dumbfounded.

A chaotic battle was raging on the ground below.

All sorts of Law Attacks flew wildly, brilliant lights flashed everywhere, and the sky thundered with battle cries.

Of the group that had descended before them, nearly half already lay in pools of blood, their corpses strewn across the ground.

And as they drew closer to the ground, several stray Law Attacks from the melee shot mercilessly toward them.

A red-haired young man in the team was caught off guard and was instantly riddled with holes by the stray blasts.

He died on the spot without so much as a grunt.

In the ensuing chaos, the other seven frantically summoned their own Defense Treasures, clumsily blocking the remaining Attacks.

Seeing this, Huo Lang was instantly enraged.

’I haven’t even touched the ground, and you’ve already killed one of my brothers!’

The moment he landed, he drew his long saber and roared, "Brothers, let’s fuck ’em up!"

With that, he led his remaining team members charging furiously into the fray.

The chaos intensified!

「At the abyss entrance.」

Everyone else had already jumped, leaving only Gu Yuexi behind.

Only then did Gu Yuexi slowly walk to the edge of the abyss and calmly glance down.

Her Divine Thought, far surpassing others of her Realm, spread out, allowing her to clearly perceive the entire chaotic battle below.

"Your judgment was correct," Gu Yuexi said softly, her tone completely even.

Chu Sheng’s voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, came from her inner pocket.

"That weasel-faced Loose Cultivator thought he was so clever, using a petty trick to make someone else his cannon fodder."

"But he never considered that there are no real fools among those who can reach the Profound Understanding Realm."

"Any trick he could think of, others could think of too."

"The only reason no one else did it was because no one wanted to be the one to stick their neck out."

"They could all guess what the price would be for doing so."

"Only that dim-witted Loose Cultivator was still smug about his own petty cleverness."

"In the end, he was used as a tool and tossed right in."

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