Everyone, maintain formation and do not act alone. Do not touch any unknown patterns or mist.
“Yes!” the disciples responded in unison, their minds tense, and their formation instantly tightened even further.
Only Chen Ping, at the very end of the line, had completely grasped the essence of slacking off and was fully committed to playing the cowardly and timid character.
He was slightly hunched over, his hands still awkwardly tucked into his sleeves, his head half-lowered, but his eyes were darting around furtively. On the surface, he looked trembling and uneasy, but in reality, he had a clear view of everyone’s movements and the overall situation of the airspace.
Having just experienced the Shattering Sky Blade, the remaining spatial turbulence around us was still tearing slightly, and tiny black blade threads occasionally darted out from the gaps in the void, only to vanish in an instant.
Chen Ping spotted a wisp of fine blade drifting towards him, and without saying a word, he put on a superb acting performance.
He stumbled, pretending to be shaken by the turbulence and unsteady, and lunged forward, landing right next to Su Qingyuan within half a step.
The pounce was perfectly timed, neither abrupt nor deliberate, perfectly capturing the state of a weak, rogue cultivator who had lost his composure due to the lingering killing intent of the Heavenly Punishment.
A warm breath quietly approached, and the boy’s thin body trembled slightly. His shoulder seemingly unintentionally brushed against Su Qingyuan’s drooping sleeve.
Su Qingyuan paused slightly and subconsciously turned her head to look.
The first thing you see is a pale, timid face, filled with fear and dread. The eyes are wet and filled with extreme fear and unease, as if the murderous intent around them is about to scare them into fainting at any moment.
“Fairy Su”
Chen Ping’s voice trembled and stammered, his fear perfectly conveyed, “Thosethose black stockings were terrifying, my legs went weak and I couldn’t stand upCouldcould you get closer to me? II’m really afraid of being strangled by any stray killing intent.”
As he spoke, he deliberately took a small step closer to Su Qingyuan, almost touching the edge of her protective aura.
A gentle, warm aura enveloped his body, providing a sense of peace, tranquility, and protection from all evil and malevolent forces.
Chen Ping secretly clicked his tongue in satisfaction, thinking to himself that the protective barrier of this top-notch bodyguard was indeed top-notch. Not only could it block the killing intent of heaven and earth, but it also had the effect of calming the mind and spirit. It was simply addictive to rub against it.
On the surface, he still looked like a pitiful, timid, weak, and helpless man, not daring to raise his head too high or straighten his body, perfectly embodying what it means to be a low-level rogue cultivator who clings to a powerful figure.
Looking at him like this, Su Qingyuan felt no annoyance, but rather a sense of pity.
Chen Ping’s cultivation level was only that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Even the lowest-level cultivators present had a deeper foundation than him. It was extremely lucky that he survived the first round of heavenly punishment.
It’s perfectly normal to be shaken and fearful at this moment.
She has always been kind-hearted. Although she is aloof, she will not bully the weak, nor will she despise such a helpless comrade.
“It’s alright.”
Su Qingyuan nodded gently, her voice clear and gentle, with a hint of reassurance, “Stay close to me. The remaining killing intent here has not dissipated. My barrier can protect you. Do not run around or move around. Just follow me.”
As she spoke, she subconsciously turned slightly to the side, blocking most of the remaining turbulent currents from her body. A trace of the myriad spiritual lights around her also quietly spread out, completely enveloping Chen Ping and eliminating all traces of killing intent.
This subtle act of kindness, when it touched Chen Ping’s heart, made him think that this ice-cold goddess was truly soft-hearted and easy to fool, a pure and innocent top-notch sweetheart.
He lowered his head, a sly smile secretly creeping onto his lips, which he quickly suppressed, maintaining his cowardly demeanor as he nodded repeatedly: “Thank you, fairy! Thank you so much, fairy! With you here, I feel much more at ease!”
His appearance was obedient, timid, and sensible. Anyone who saw him would only think he was a lucky, sensible, cowardly, and low-level rogue cultivator.
But no one knew that just now, this seemingly weak person who needed to be protected at all times had, with a flick of her finger, wiped out the deadly sneak attack of the withered bones and silently saved this high and mighty goddess of the heavenly palace.
Not far away, the group from the Dry Bone Sect had just finished resting and were preparing to set off.
Ku Gu Jin’s white robes fluttered, and the dark death aura around him slowly subsided. His originally gloomy gaze inadvertently swept over, and when he saw Chen Ping, who was clinging tightly to Su Qingyuan’s side and following her almost hand and foot, his narrow eyes narrowed instantly, and the gloom and ferocity in his eyes surged several times over.
He was still reviewing his failed sneak attack, full of doubts and resentment, and had a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it. But when he saw this scene, his anger was instantly consumed, and the ferocity in his chest exploded.