Chapter 146: Trailblazing Vanguard, Do Not Stop

In the executive lounge on the ninety-sixth floor of the Jingyun Hotel.

Duan Yeyu looked at Song Yue sitting across from her, her exquisite and delicate face filled with the adoring smile of a little fan.

"How is it? This is a great place for a drink, isn't it? I love it here. Whenever I have free time, I come over for a glass, look at the night view of the capital outside, and just feel amazing!"

Song Yue looked at the lively young girl in front of him and asked, "Are you even of legal drinking age yet?"

"Hehe!"

Duan Yeyu laughed happily and said, "Who told you I'm not of age? I'm already eighteen!"

Song Yue glanced at her: "Whenever you have free time, you come over for a drink—is that just these past few days?"

Duan Yeyu was briefly choked up. She waved a dainty hand and said, "Don't worry about those little details! Anyway, this place is great, isn't it?"

Earlier, when she invited Song Yue to meet her here, he hadn't been very keen on coming. It was only after her strong recommendation, claiming the spot was exceptional, that he agreed.

"It is great. Next time, I'll bring Sister Qian here to experience it."

"Pfft!"

Duan Yeyu rolled her eyes and playfully retorted, "Brother Song Yue, even though you really are handsome—so much so that one can't help taking a second look—this young lady has no interest in stealing someone else's boyfriend!"

"Oh, well that's good then."

Song Yue let out a sigh of relief.

Duan Yeyu: "..."

She had always considered herself quite good at conversation, but right now, she was left slightly speechless.

She felt that this handsome young man across from her was fully capable of killing any conversation at a moment's notice.

As expected of a young genius famous across the Earth...

She looked at Song Yue and said, "It was just creating a little trouble for Meng Xudong's side, and look, didn't I agree very readily? I even gave him a year's rent-free period. How about that, am I being loyal or what?"

Song Yue nodded: "Thank you."

Duan Yeyu pursed her lips, picked up her wine glass, and said, "Shall we toast first? I'll down mine, you drink at your own pace!"

With that, she drained the champagne in her glass in one gulp.

She wasn't old and had a delicate appearance, but her drinking motion was extremely practiced, clearly showing this wasn't her first time.

Song Yue took a gentle sip; he only liked high-proof baijiu.

Duan Yeyu stared at Song Yue's virtually untouched glass and said speechlessly, "Don't worry, Big Brother, I don't have any ulterior motives toward you. It's fine if you take another sip."

Song Yue put down his wine glass, looked at her, and said, "All right, spit it out. What do you want from me?"

Such a handsome young fellow, yet so utterly boring. Probably only that Qian family sister, who dislikes interacting with people, could put up with him!

Duan Yeyu inwardly complained about Song Yue while keeping a smiling face, and said, "Sister Huanhuan should have told you, right? Though she probably didn't explain it too clearly, because she doesn't know either."

"Here's the deal: there is a secret realm that our family's ancestor discovered over a thousand years ago. We've explored it a few times over the centuries, but each time paid a heavy price with quite a few casualties."

"Inside that secret realm, there is a very special underground palace. Unlike other underground palaces, this one is literally an underground city, and its surface entrance remains open year-round."

"Our ancestors paid a huge price to bring back a few incomplete ancient texts from inside, which allowed us to figure out the origin of that place."

Duan Yeyu used a napkin to handle the wine bottle from the ice bucket, waved away a waiter who tried to step forward to pour, and poured herself a drink while continuing, "According to the records in the ancient texts brought out, that place was the dojo of an ancient mighty being. Hidden within that underground palace is a top-tier sword manual, an peerless precious sword, alongside many artifacts at the Soul Transformation or even Soul Division tiers..."

She raised her glass once more, looked at Song Yue, and said, "I only want that sword manual. If you help me and we succeed, you can copy the sword manual and take it with you. As for anything else, whatever you manage to acquire, you can keep."

Song Yue frowned slightly: "That doesn't sound too difficult. What caused your family's ancestors to suffer such heavy losses?"

Duan Yeyu sighed: "That underground palace is home to an extremely tiny species of insect, almost invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people, but their toxicity is terrifyingly high!"

"The people who went in at first died inexplicably. It looked like poisoning, but the root cause couldn't be found at all."

"Later, when they brought the corpses back for careful examination, they finally discovered those bugs."

"Not only is their venom extremely potent—completely insurmountable for practitioners at the Foundation Establishment and Meridian Opening tiers—their penetrative power is also horrifying. Even when later wearing protective suits and carrying protective artifacts, people still couldn't block them."

"That's the first thing."

Duan Yeyu looked at Song Yue: "Second, living inside that secret realm is a massive swarm of ferocious birds at the Meridian Opening tier. They're only about the size of a palm, but their strength is terrifying, and they move in packs. Once they spot intruders, they attack en masse without hesitation."

"Their defense is exceptionally strong; even Meridian Opening experts holding sharp blades have a hard time injuring them, and a peck from their sharp beaks leaves a bloody crater..."

At this, she showed a trace of fear: "I've seen a video of it. It's utterly terrifying!"

"About a hundred years or so ago, our Duan family produced a brilliantly talented Core Formation expert, who was my grandfather's grandfather. Our ancestor prepared for many years and took dozens of people in, but in the end, only seven or eight returned alive. Even our ancestor himself nearly died there protecting his family."

"And it was precisely that time when our ancestor successfully brought out a few texts and some low-grade artifacts. However, after that, our family never initiated another exploration plan for that secret realm."

"Hey, don't just listen to me talk, let's have a drink, shall we? Brother, would you take a sip? Are you raising fish in that glass?"

Duan Yeyu looked at Song Yue with dissatisfaction.

Song Yue smiled, picked up his glass, and drank with her.

"Now that's more like it!"

She picked up the wine bottle and enthusiastically poured for Song Yue.

Then she continued: "Though unworthy, this younger sister is all of eighteen years old, but my cultivation realm has already stepped into the peak of Meridian Opening. Just one step away, I can successfully form my core. As long as I get that sword manual, I can become the youngest Core Formation... cough, cough."

At this, she suddenly remembered something and added, "One of the youngest, on Earth."

In the capital, Qian Qianxue and Wen Rou had already burst forth as proud daughters of heaven.

She was no longer the only one.

"Is this why you came to me?"

Song Yue looked at her: "How are you so sure I can help you?"

Duan Yeyu stared wide-eyed at Song Yue.

Song Yue: ?

Duan Yeyu blinked her bright, expressive eyes and looked at Song Yue: "Brother, I use the internet too, you know!"

Song Yue: "..."

"And I know a lot of news!"

Duan Yeyu smiled and said, "Nowadays on Earth, who hasn't heard of Song Yue's great name?"

"Mhm."

Song Yue nodded: "That's true."

Duan Yeyu felt that the handsome young man before her was operating on a very high level.

When dealing with his type, one had to deflect; direct confrontation wouldn't work.

After all, she was a cutie, and her skin wasn't that thick.

With a chuckle, she said, "It's precisely because Big Brother is awesome that I wanted to team up with you! If I could have invited Sister Qian along as well, that would have been even better!"

In your dreams!

Song Yue said expressionlessly, "You're pretty close with Sister Qian, aren't you? You can invite her yourself."

"Aiyou, I was just saying that. Among high-society descendants, we're all friends!"

Duan Yeyu picked up her wine glass, took a small sip, and suddenly switched to telepathic transmission: "Actually, my original plan was to break through to Core Formation first and then plot it slowly. The elders in the family felt the same way. But a while ago, I suddenly received news that someone from the cultivation world has also set their sights on that secret realm..."

Song Yue was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly.

Duan Yeyu said: "The source of the information is 100% reliable; it was sent back by that very ancestor who entered the secret realm back then, risking his life from within the cultivation world."

Saying this, a trace of faint anger appeared on Duan Yeyu's delicate face as she continued transmitting mentally: "After our ancestor ascended years ago, he joined an ancient sect named Myriad Swords, becoming an outer sect disciple..."

As Duan Yeyu recounted the story, Song Yue understood the whole picture.

Earlier that year, during a drinking session, that ancestor of the Duan family had gotten too drunk and accidentally blurted out information regarding that secret realm.

Though it proved that loose lips sink ships, it also fully exposed human nature.

Because at that drinking session, counting the Duan family's ancestor, there were only four people in total.

They were all fellow sect brothers he had spent decades with.

Yet the very next day, two core disciples came knocking.

Their attitude wasn't outright malicious, but it certainly wasn't friendly either—they were very aggressive.

Without any pleasantries or small talk, they went straight to the point, demanding information from the Duan family's ancestor regarding the secret realm, the sword manual, and the precious sword.

"Our ancestor was completely dumbfounded on the spot. Do you know what that feels like, Brother?"

Within a short span of time, Duan Yeyu had downed several glasses. Even though each time was just a tiny amount, combined, it was quite a lot. Her face was flushed red, and her bright eyes were full of anger.

"Even though it was a slip of the tongue while drunk, those people were all his long-time friends, yet they sold him out just like that."

"Two core disciples—my ancestor certainly couldn't afford to offend them. But to just tell them everything didn't sit well with him, so he tried to bluff, claiming he didn't know anything about any secret realm or sword manual."

"So he got beaten."

Duan Yeyu pursed her lips, took another large gulp, and finding continuous pouring a hassle, simply filled her delicate crystal glass to the brim, saying, "The other party didn't hit him too hard, just broke a few of our ancestor's ribs, and then used a pretext—a minor mistake he made a long time ago—to lock him up."

Duan Yeyu sneered, "Even that minor mistake was something only his closest friends knew about!"

Song Yue silently picked up his wine glass, gently clinked it against Duan Yeyu's, and transmitted: "Those aren't friends."

Duan Yeyu downed the wine in her glass, her face growing even more flushed while her eyes remained bright, and nodded: "Right, those aren't friends. The worst part is that my foolish ancestor still doesn't know to this day who exactly betrayed him!"

...

Uh... that is pretty foolish.

Song Yue was somewhat speechless.

"After being locked up for some days, those two core disciples came looking for him again, bluntly stating that his family on Earth had no capability whatsoever to acquire the treasures inside the underground palace. If he refused to talk, they would lock him up until he died."

"And..."

Duan Yeyu sneered, "The other party also said: when virtue does not match position, disaster is bound to follow."

"Going too far." Song Yue frowned.

Ancient sect disciples paid attention to eloquence, but they didn't act like decent human beings. What did "virtue does not match position" mean? It was a blatant threat against the worldly family of that foolish Duan ancestor!

He had personally experienced the operating style of certain people in the cultivation world.

Especially since the Duan family's ancestor had the "good fortune" to join an ancient sect.

In such a massive, strictly hierarchical system, an outer sect disciple—let alone facing a core disciple, even an inner sect disciple could easily make him wish he were dead!

There was simply no way to resist.

"Yeah, it's going too far, but also helpless, isn't it?"

Duan Yeyu's gaze finally grew somewhat dreamy as she looked out at the night view of the capital outside the window, saying, "So he gave out the coordinate points of that secret realm, the method of entry, and even detailed some of the dangers inside."

"After coming out, facing those same people who came to express fake concern and righteous indignation, swearing they had never betrayed him, he could only offer a bitter smile and say nothing, claiming the matter was already in the past and not to bring it up again..."

Song Yue could feel the lingering resentment in Duan Yeyu's heart; anyone in her shoes would be furious.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have committed the childish act of cursing the Three Pines Ancient Sect in the Yuxu Sky Monument while drunk.

Youth, after all, carries a stubborn unwillingness to let things go.

As for middle-aged people... most of them aren't even worthy of being resentful; they're more accustomed to hiding in a corner and silently licking their wounds.

"Later on, our ancestor finally found an opportunity and managed to contact this side by any means necessary to inform us of this matter..."

Duan Yeyu looked at Song Yue, speaking softly: "Do you know why he notified this side?"

Song Yue thought about it: "To stop you guys from interfering?"

Duan Yeyu was slightly startled, then burst into a helpless laugh: "A brute... you're really smart!"

Song Yue curled his lips. A brute could send a little sister like you flying with a single punch!

"I'm not resigned to this!"

Duan Yeyu murmured, "Even if it ends in failure, I still want to try."

Song Yue looked at her: "So you're doing this behind your family's back?"

Duan Yeyu immediately shook her head with a firm expression: "No, no, the elders in my family know."

She looked at Song Yue. Although she was a bit dizzy, her articulation remained clear: "They aren't resigned either. They're angry and powerless, unable to do anything for their elder in the cultivation world, so they can only use this method to fight with everything we've got!"

She looked at Song Yue with absolute earnestness: "Blood is not the exclusive domain of brutes."

Song Yue nodded: "I understand."

Duan Yeyu looked at him expectantly, and Song Yue asked, "Do you know when the people from over there will arrive?"

Duan Yeyu shook her head: "I suppose it should be soon."

"Meaning they haven't arrived yet, right?" Song Yue asked, looking at her.

"That's right, which is why we have to hurry!" Duan Yeyu said, then suddenly froze, looking at Song Yue with pleasant surprise: "Did you agree? That's great! Don't worry, I keep my word!"

"No, the Duan family keeps its word. Putting aside the connection with Sister Huanhuan, even without it, we wouldn't break our promise."

"Aside from what I've promised you, what other demands do you have? As long as it's within our power, just name it!"

Song Yue looked at Duan Yeyu and smiled: "Actually, your family still doesn't know, do they?"

Duan Yeyu: "..."

Song Yue smiled: "This is definitely an idea you came up with on your own. You want to make those high-and-mighty bastards swallow a bitter pill, but your family... they would never allow you to do this."

"Why?"

Duan Yeyu looked at Song Yue unconvinced, her slightly hazy, large eyes regaining their alertness and rolling rapidly.

"You ask why? First, they'd worry about your safety. That place is fraught with danger; even Core Formation cultivators from back then barely survived with nine deaths out of ten. You aren't even at Core Formation, and you lack any combat experience or wilderness survival skills—"

"I do have them!" Duan Yeyu retorted unhappily, "My combat experience is very rich, and I've studied wilderness survival skills online. Don't underestimate me!"

Song Yue smiled without refuting her, and continued, "Second, if you really do this—getting into the secret realm ahead of those people—win or lose, it won't be a good thing for your ancestor in the cultivation world."

"If you fail and those people succeed, that's slightly better. Perhaps once they get what they want, they won't bother holding a grudge against your ancestor when they return."

"But the moment you succeed, beating those people to it and taking the sword manual, the sword, and all the other treasures from the underground palace... when that group goes in and faces the same life-and-death dangers, only to struggle bitterly to the end and find nothing..."

Song Yue looked at Duan Yeyu with a smile: "How do you think they will treat your ancestor when they get back?"

Duan Yeyu froze. After thinking about it for a moment, she couldn't help but weakly say, "That's also an ancient sect with strict rules. They... they..."

She couldn't even finish her own sentence.

Since the other party could previously use a flimsy pretext to lock her ancestor up and nearly kill him, would finding another reason later... be that hard?

Song Yue said, "So your family definitely doesn't know about this scheme of yours. Otherwise, they would surely stop you, let alone allow you to run out and meet me."

"When you ran out to meet me, you most likely used the excuse of seeing an idol or seeking instruction to fool them, right?"

"And even regarding this matter itself, you found out about it purely by accident. Your family... probably doesn't even know that you know, do they?"

Duan Yeyu stared blankly at Song Yue: "Big Brother, are you really just a brute?"

Song Yue leaned back in his chair, glanced around—the place was very quiet with virtually no people nearby.

He looked at the night view outside, still using telepathic transmission as he told Duan Yeyu, "Actually, this matter isn't impossible to pull off, but it must never be done with great fanfare. If you want to vent your ancestor's frustration, you have to listen to me."

Duan Yeyu rolled her big eyes around and tentatively asked, "Big Brother, you haven't fallen for me, have you?"

"No."

"Oh."

Duan Yeyu breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll listen to you!"

...

A few days later.

Song Yue and Duan Yeyu were covered from head to toe in high-tech battle armor, making it impossible to even tell whether they were male or female from the outside.

The two hid near the secret realm entrance, completely concealing all their vital aura.

They neither alerted the swarm of terrifying killer birds nor made any sudden movements.

"Big Brother, are we just going to sit here stupidly waiting like this? What if those people come in and beat us to it?"

Having been ambushed here for a whole day, Duan Yeyu could no longer contain her doubts and transmitted her question to Song Yue.

"Cultivators' brains really aren't enough!"

Song Yue scolded: "This secret realm is full of danger. Do you really think they can succeed so easily?"

Being looked down upon by a brute made Duan Yeyu extremely unconvinced, and she retorted, "I understand what you mean—you want those people to clear the path for us. But the problem is, those folks are from the cultivation world!"

"So what if they're from the cultivation world? Have you forgotten what I've done before? Aren't you a web-addicted girl?"

"I am not a web-addicted girl, I call that keeping up with current affairs!" Duan Yeyu argued, "I know you've defeated people from the cultivation world, but the other side consists of core disciples from an ancient sect! Their combat power can't be judged simply by their cultivation realm. What if the two of us can't beat them? Won't that be disastrous?"

It seemed this young lady still had limited knowledge. If she knew Song Yue had killed a Soul Transformation-tier cultivator, she would likely have far more confidence than she did now.

Never mind, though; Song Yue couldn't be bothered to show off to an ignorant little girl.

"Just wait."

"Fine..."

Things had reached this point; having sneaked out, there was no turning back. Duan Yeyu now had no choice but to choose to believe that Song Yue could work a miracle.

The two waited here for another three days.

Just when even Song Yue was starting to lose his patience and began doubting the accuracy of Duan Yeyu's information, movement finally echoed from the secret realm entrance!

Two figures entered through the misty ball of energy.

In fact, the moment they stepped in, had Song Yue launched a sudden sneak attack, he would have had a high chance of instantly killing one and severely injuring the other. With decent luck, he might have wiped them both out in one wave!

Yet he remained utterly steady.

Not a single reaction.

What surprised him somewhat was Duan Yeyu beside him.

She didn't react at all either.

She perfectly concealed her own aura, her heartbeat not even accelerating.

Not bad psychological fortitude!

The two entering men both possessed extraordinary bearings.

They wore combat-appropriate training attire, hair tied up in topknots, and long swords strapped to their backs.

Standing there, they exuded an imposing mountain-like presence.

One of them looked to be in his early thirties, gazing into the distance as he smiled lightly: "Mortal beings after all are still useless; sitting right on top of a treasure land yet unable to take the treasures away."

A young man in his early twenties beside him smiled and said, "Places like this are mostly left behind by ancient mighty beings. Naturally, they aren't domains that ordinary mortals of this world can casually meddle with. But speaking of which, I actually sort of envy these mortals."

"How so?"

"Sitting on a treasure land, even if they have to pile up human corpses, even if they're blind cats stumbling upon dead mice, there will eventually be a day of success. Over the years, how many good legacies have drifted away into the mortal world? How many people are hoarding top-tier scriptures yet unable to cultivate them?" The twenty-something youth sighed as he pointed across the landscape.

The thirty-something youth smiled: "In that case, how about when we head back this time, we take a stroll around the mortal realm?"

The young man's eyes lit up, then he pondered for a moment and said: "Better not. The mortal realm isn't that fragile, but if the sect finds out later, I'm afraid it might easily stir up trouble."

The thirty-something youth laughed heartily: "Then let's wait until we get our hands on what's inside here first!"

With that, the two did not stop, striding directly deeper into the secret realm.

Hardly had they gone far when a flock of flying birds erupted from the mountain forest, blotting out the sky as they instantly descended upon the pair.

The aura of the two core disciples from the Myriad Swords Ancient Sect burst forth violently, two strands of sword Qi shooting straight into the firmament.

Like two walking swords, countless sword Qi emanated from their bodies, hurtling toward the malevolent, menacing flock of killer birds diving from the sky.

The killer birds that Duan Yeyu claimed were difficult for Meridian Opening experts wielding sharp blades to injure were as fragile as paper before the sword Qi unleashed by these two.

In a split second, feathers flew all over the sky and blood blossomed!

Carcasses of fierce birds dropped in droves.

Song Yue mentally evaluated the two's combat strength and couldn't help praising inwardly: core disciples of an ancient sect truly are extraordinary!

Whether they had suppressed their realms or were purely at the Core Formation tier, the terrifying combat power they displayed at this moment far surpassed any Soul Transformation cultivators Song Yue had previously faced.

Pure sword cultivators were indeed formidable!

They made two qualified path-cleaving vanguards.

Duan Yeyu's emotions finally began to fluctuate; she was somewhat startled.

She, who prided herself on rich combat experience and formidable battle prowess, was finally witnessing how experts from the cultivation world fought.

Effortless, elegant, and composed!

Sword immortals really are cool!

Even though she deeply hated these two men, she had to admit that they were genuinely strong!

She couldn't help glancing at Song Yue beside her.

Her confidence was starting to waver.

Just the two of them—her and Song Yue—felt like they stood virtually no chance against these opponents.

"Should we... still follow them?"

"Follow, of course. Having someone clear the path for us is wonderful, isn't it?" Song Yue glanced at her.

"But it's just you and me..."

"You mean that? True..." Song Yue pondered.

"Why don't we just leave..."

"Why don't *you* leave!"

The mental intentions of the two simultaneously transmitted into each other's spiritual consciousness.

Duan Yeyu froze.

Song Yue looked at her and said, "With you around, I'm afraid I won't be able to unleash my full strength."

Duan Yeyu's eyes widened as she stared at Song Yue in disbelief, feeling that she—a pretty maiden sword fairy on the verge of stepping into the Core Formation tier—had been deeply insulted!

What was that supposed to mean? Did he think she was dead weight who would drag him down?

Would it be no problem if he were by himself?

By this time, the two men had already vanished from sight. Duan Yeyu gave a huff and said, "Let's follow! Who knows, maybe they'll get bitten to death by those bugs!"

Song Yue smiled and followed unhurriedly.

The two advanced all the way at a considerable speed.

When Song Yue and Duan Yeyu arrived at the underground palace entrance, the two men had already been inside for half a day.

Duan Yeyu hesitated slightly, but Song Yue strode directly inside.

Once they entered, Duan Yeyu quickly used her high-tech device to project a topographic map of the underground palace.

These were all things exchanged with blood and lives by many Duan family predecessors.

Although incomplete, it was still far better than running around like headless flies.

Following the map, the two walked downward for a while. Despite having someone else clearing the path ahead, they remained extremely cautious.

Song Yue deployed his spiritual domain, carefully sensing everything around them.

At that moment, a cracking sound echoed from deep within the underground palace, resembling the snapping of firecrackers.

The two exchanged glances and silently crept toward the sound.

A short while later, they carefully concealed themselves behind a low wall, secretly observing the situation ahead.

The two powerful sword cultivators were each deploying divine abilities, forming powerful sword Qi domains as they fought against invisible entities.

That ancestor of the Duan family hadn't concealed crucial information, having informed them that terrifying tiny insects existed within the underground palace, possessing extremely violent and horrifying venom.

Hence, both men had made thorough preparations.

From their perspective, it was more than enough.

Having easily wiped out those killer birds outside just moments ago had boosted their confidence even further.

Little did they expect that upon entering the underground palace, these omnipresent, terrifying creatures would put the two through absolute misery.

Both carried formidable anti-poison dharma treasures and had prepared massive amounts of top-tier anti-poison pills. Under the condition of forming their sword Qi domains, it should have been foolproof.

Yet they still underestimated the terrifying nature of those micro-creatures.

Even though a vast number were shredded by sword Qi, a small fraction still managed to breach their sword Qi domains, burrow into their combat suits, and begin biting wildly.

This breed of pure sword cultivator had physical bodies not the least bit inferior to martial dao practitioners.

Those micro-creatures were tough, yet still struggled to break through the defensive layer of skin on the two men.

But it itched terribly!

That sensation felt like a hundred claws scratching at one's heart.

It was simply too agonizing!

More and more tiny insects surged toward the two men.

The pair unleashed various artifacts, virtually setting the surrounding air ablaze.

Yet they still couldn't eradicate all the bugs.

At that moment, around Song Yue and Duan Yeyu, those same insects began to appear!

Song Yue's powerful spiritual domain perceived them with crystal clarity.

He released his blood Qi, enveloping Duan Yeyu within it as well.

The instant those insects—virtually invisible to the naked eye—dashed into the blood Qi, they exploded into nothingness.

Normally, such tiny movements nearby would have been enough to alert the two men.

But right now... the pair simply didn't have the capacity to care about such things.

While frantically casting spells, they screamed and laughed, laughed and screamed.

*Keep acting as path-clearing vanguards, don't stop!*

Song Yue watched calmly, silently cheering them on.

Seeing this sight, Duan Yeyu was somewhat dazed.

Judging by the performance of those two, this underground palace was indeed as terrifying as her family had described... super horrifying!

Yet why weren't any bugs coming to bite her and Song Yue?

Or were those two really attracting every single bug?

She couldn't even sense the formless blood Qi Song Yue was emitting.

She only thought their luck was simply fantastic!

Keep it up, ducks!

Charge on, little bugs!

Bite them to death!

Poison them to death!

Duan Yeyu cheered inwardly.