Chapter 11: The Cultivators’ Great Mosquito War

Su Xiaoyu was in a dilemma.

It was clearly just a mosquito, but inside the diorama box, it was treated as an ancient ferocious beast, appearing utterly terrifying.

From the current situation, cultivators of the Foundation Establishment stage were simply no match for the mosquito.

“Although I don’t know this newly appeared cultivator, it seems he’s not a bad person. I can’t let something happen to him because of my mistake.”

Su Xiaoyu stared into the diorama box. She would swing the electric fly swatter down as soon as the right moment arrived.

“Swoosh!”

Qiao Zenan flashed through the vast sky.

Behind him, the mosquito followed at a leisurely pace, not yet exploding with its full speed. It seemed to be holding back due to some concern.

At this moment, the only thing Qiao Zenan could rely on was his Sword Dragging Technique.

He normally disliked using the Sword Dragging Technique, because this odd sword-riding spell, when used, didn’t look like dragging a sword at all. It looked more like dragging a person. Fellow disciples often teased him about it, calling it the Person Dragging Art.

But now, whether it was the Sword Dragging Technique or the Person Dragging Art, it didn’t matter. As long as it could save his life, dragging anything was fine.

Suddenly, Qiao Zenan’s eyes lit up.

Looking ahead, he saw a continuous stretch of buildings spread across the mountainside, clearly an immortal cultivation sect.

There was an immortal cultivation sect deep within Magpie Mountain?

‘I wonder which sect is located here, but if they dare to live near this ferocious beast, they must not be ordinary!’

With that thought, Qiao Zenan immediately flew toward the Qixi Festival Sect.

Inside the Qixi Festival Sect, Tong Shishi was in the courtyard discussing the sect’s future development with Li Yidan and the others.

Suddenly, Tong Shishi’s ears twitched as if she sensed something. She looked in a specific direction.

Seeing this, Li Yidan asked, “What is it, Sect Master?”

Tong Shishi said with confusion, “There seems to be some commotion over there. Let me take a look.”

As she spoke, she rode the wind straight up, rising to a high vantage point and looking toward the source of the disturbance.

When she saw it, Tong Shishi’s expression drastically changed.

In her eyes, a cultivator with an aura far stronger than hers—at the Late Foundation Establishment stage—was fleeing for his life. Behind that Late Foundation Establishment cultivator followed an even more terrifying presence, a ferocious beast with a dreadful form, closing in.

If that were all, it wouldn’t yet scare her, but that cultivator was heading straight for the Qixi Festival Sect.

“Don’t come over here!”

Tong Shishi immediately shouted a loud warning.

Seeing Tong Shishi’s panicked expression, Li Yidan and the others of the Qixi Festival Sect were puzzled. They leaped one after another onto the rooftop to look into the distance. Then, every single one of them stood frozen in place.

Qiao Zenan could feel that the ferocious beast behind him was, for some reason, holding back and not pursuing him at full strength.

Yet its hesitation seemed to be fading, its speed just slightly increasing, and that mere fraction of increased speed brought him an overwhelming sense of pressure.

He was about to be caught!

By now, Qiao Zenan had also noticed that someone from the immortal cultivation sect ahead had flown up and was warning him not to approach.

That must be the gate-guarding disciple of the sect ahead.

Even the gate-guarding disciple was a Foundation Establishment cultivator—this sect’s strength was not to be underestimated.

Qiao Zenan immediately shouted, “I am Qiao Zenan of the Blazing Heaven Sect, being pursued by an unknown ferocious beast! I implore the Fellow Daoists ahead to offer some assistance!”

Watching Qiao Zenan still fly toward them, Tong Shishi felt like coughing up blood.

Her fingers trembled as she shouted, “Don’t come here! I can’t help you at all! My cultivation is even lower than yours. Don’t come here!”

Qiao Zenan shouted back, “Please, Fellow Daoist, summon the elders of your sect!”

Tong Shishi also shouted, “I am the Sect Master of the Qixi Festival Sect. There are no elders.”

Qiao Zenan: “???”

No elders?

An Early Foundation Establishment cultivator was the Sect Master of this immortal cultivation sect?

This outcome completely stunned Qiao Zenan. He simply couldn’t imagine how such a weak sect could survive in the presence of such a ferocious beast… Could it be that this fearsome beast had only recently appeared within Magpie Mountain?

That was possible.

But if this sect couldn’t offer him help, did that mean he was destined to die here?

And not only would he die, but even the people of this immortal cultivation sect before him would all perish!

At this thought, violent turmoil surged within Qiao Zenan’s heart. He was unwilling to see such an outcome come to pass. But how much of what happens in every person’s life is truly decided by themselves?

Qiao Zenan stopped.

He suddenly spun around, staring fixedly at the ferocious beast approaching with its “Bzzzz” sound.

“I’ll fight you to the death!”

Qiao Zenan charged back head-on. Even though he knew he was no match, he could not continue leading this beast onward. He could only hope that the people of that sect would see the danger and flee in time.

Seeing Qiao Zenan turn and charge back, Su Xiaoyu, who had been waiting for a chance to act, felt a headache coming on.

“No other choice.”

Su Xiaoyu directly reached her hand into the diorama box. As for the electric fly swatter, she couldn’t just use it carelessly now—swatting Qiao Zenan by mistake would be bad.

As she reached her hand in, the mosquito naturally detected her movement at the first moment. It burst forth with speed, quickly changing direction and trying to flee from her.

“Hmph, trying to escape?”

Su Xiaoyu picked up the electric fly swatter.

Inside the diorama box, Qiao Zenan, with the intent of mutual destruction, charged at the beast he saw as a ferocious monster.

But before he could do anything, he sensed a massive shadow appear overhead. The moment that shadow emerged, the colossal beast before him seemed to sense its natural enemy, immediately abandoning him to turn and flee into the distance.

What was going on?

Qiao Zenan raised his head to look, and his jaw dropped uncontrollably. He almost thought his eyes were deceiving him.

An incomparably gigantic hand had appeared, at some unknown time, in the vast expanse of the sky. Before this enormous hand, the imposing ferocious beast seemed extremely small, not even as large as a single fingernail on that giant hand.

As the giant hand swept by, fierce winds howled endlessly, whipping up waves of green across the great mountain forests.

Qiao Zenan was also blown backward, completely unable to stabilize himself in the air.

He watched as he was pushed back, witnessing the ferocious beast’s frantic escape.

And then he saw a scene he would never forget in his life.