Who Brought Him into Chapter 94 - 76: The Cousin in Trouble Again

Chapter 94: Chapter 76: The Cousin in Trouble Again

"Can you not make such exaggerated expressions with my old face?"

Han Yu’s face darkened as he looked internally into his Sea of Consciousness. Little Glass’s fist-sized head resembled a big bun, bearing his childhood face, puffing its cheeks up like a balloon.

Little Glass bounced around in the Sea of Consciousness, angrily saying, "The bottle is so biased, giving you more, and none for . I was the one who discovered Young Master Lin and traded pills for the origin. It’s infuriating!"

Han Yu was speechless. Heaven knows why the bottle suddenly beca so generous, providing so much energy to strengthen him.

To drive the little bun, oh no, Little Glass mad, it must have been a significant amount. Little Glass is almost greedy for energy, and the bottle’s act was sure to leave a lasting impact on Little Glass.

At this mont, Han Yu had been using his legs for travel for so ti since magical flight, while comfortable, consud too much energy. At most, he estimated he could fly about twenty miles.

After twenty miles, his Sea of Consciousness would dry up, and using divine techniques as a ans of attack was not suitable for casual travel.

Little Glass huffed and puffed for a while, then pursed its lips, rolling its eyes. "Don’t be happy too soon. Would the bottle be so kind to enhance your divine techniques? It’s likely wanting you to beco more proactive in refining pills in the future."

"Or it ans you’re in for a big misfortune, and it’s arming you up quickly for fear you might die."

Little Glass’s bun face showed a sly expression, grinning widely.

Han Yu admired how its bun face could make so many expressions, yet he felt a tinge of fear inside.

Let’s hope this crow mouth doesn’t speak the truth!

Suddenly, his chest trembled, and Han Yu suspiciously reached into his pocket, taking out a token that was vibrating urgently.

His face turned strange; his cousin was in trouble again...

——

anwhile, Charming Widow was about to take flight when her body halted abruptly, nearly scaring the cousin.

"Quickly, take Xiuwen away."

Mo Xingzhi shouted, and the low-cultivation clansn quickly took the cousin and used the Escape Sword to flee first.

"Hurry up and chase them!"

The Poisonous Bat noticed the anomaly and urged, "Widow, what are you doing? Go after them."

"I can’t chase them without you!"

Charming Widow watched helplessly as a group escaped with the Escape Sword, feeling frustrated, yet she remained blocked by an invisible wall. She realized at once what was happening.

The Poisonous Bat then rembered the invisible rope between them, which indeed kept them tightly bound within ten ters!

The ten cultivators from the Profound Wind Tribe, although a realm lower, relied on their chanical technique, leaving the Poisonous Bat at a loss.

That Iron Shield doesn’t seem to be made from ordinary iron. The golden bat had attacked multiple tis but couldn’t penetrate it. On the contrary, the crossbows in the hands of those ten cultivators were quite daunting.

It’s no wonder that the Mo Family’s remarkable chanical technique could allow the weak to overpower the strong; no ordinary sect would dare provoke them.

It’s particularly frustrating when facing them, like dealing with a nimble, well-armored turtle shell.

His heart hardened as he dived down, ready to disrupt the formation. The ten Mo Family cultivators parted left and right, revealing a black, cannon barrel under the shield, aid directly at his face.

Two cultivators squatted to support the cannon, while another stood behind, continuously loading spirit stones into the filling port at the rear.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three beams of highly compressed golden light shot out from the cannon’s muzzle, heading straight for the Poisonous Bat’s face.

Danger!

A sudden intuitive sense of danger made the Poisonous Bat instantly descend from the sky, quickly dodging it.

Three consecutive loud explosions echoed behind him, the overflowing True Essence uprooting the surrounding trees.

"I’ll help you."

Charming Widow watched the Poisonous Bat in a sorry state, feeling inexplicable worry, and was about to take flight.

The Poisonous Bat’s face changed, hastily stopping her, "Don’t co. This formation is designed to delay the enemy; focus on the smaller ones first, and avoid tangling with them."

After that, he took flight again, dodging rather than attacking. He deftly used his instinctive sense to evade the encirclent of the Profound Wind Tribe.

"This squad is too strange; let’s deal with them later. Let’s pursue the smaller ones first."

The Poisonous Bat, joining the Charming Widow, gave a few hasty instructions before they both flew off.

Mo Xingzhi was furious; that Poisonous Bat was too cunning, quickly spotting the trick.

This indeed was a heavy-duty device used by the Mo Family to intercept enemies. Not only is it remarkably sturdy, but it’s also flexible with almost no blind spots in defense. Cultivators in the Seeing

Realm and below find it troubleso.

Unfortunately, it requires harsh conditions, needing at least ten Seeing

Realm cultivators. Lower cultivation won’t work, and if higher, those above Seeing

would be in the Divine Gaze Realm. If there are ten Divine Gazers, there’s no need to resort to chanical techniques.

"Quickly disassemble the heavy armant; I’ll go assist them."

Mo Xingzhi hurriedly left these words before taking off with the Escape Sword.

——

The cousin regretted it deeply; if only he had taken the Flying Shuttle with him, those two Divine Gaze Realm opponents would be left eating dust.

"Damn it, once back, I’ll develop a high-speed Magical Artifact that I can carry with , one that no one can catch."

Biting his teeth, the cousin resolved fiercely in his heart.

"Cover your mouths and noses quickly."

A clan mber on the Sword Control suddenly warned loudly.

At this point, the cousin suddenly noticed thick pink mist surrounding them, winding like snakes in pursuit.

Seeing the clan mbers’ cautious vigilance, he quickly covered his mouth and nose too, but noticed that the pink mist exploded into clusters upon catching up, rendering the clan mbers dazed despite covering their faces, dropping them like dumplings.

Turning his head, a cold sweat broke out.

The Poisonous Bat and Charming Widow were approaching fast, while waves of pink mist continued to be released from the Charming Widow’s hands, sweeping towards them.

Soon, a band of pink mist climbed onto him, exploding on his body. He held his breath forcefully, but the mist entered through the eyes and ears.

Suddenly feeling hot, his mind started to blur.

Unwittingly, the Escape Sword he controlled halted abruptly, his True Essence’s flow stopped, and he plumted down heavily.

The severe impact slightly cleared his mind, but his whole body felt helpless despite holding True Essence.

His face turned pale as he tried pulling out the Iron Kite from his pocket but accidentally retrieved the Self-Improvent Sect token instead.

He gambled on Han Yu being within ten miles, hoping he could arrive in ti.

With a conflicted expression, he gritted his teeth and pressed the trigger point.

"Still moving? Quite the little brother you are."

The Charming Widow and the Poisonous Bat landed together, teasingly addressing the cousin.

As she laughed, Charming Widow’s expression tightened. Seeing the cousin frantically pressing the token in his hand, she warned cautiously, "What are you holding?"

Without waiting for a response, she waved her hand, a surge of True Essence knocking the token away.

"Xiuwen, run!"

In the sky, Mo Xingzhi arrived belatedly, witnessing the Poisonous Bat and Charming Widow attacking the cousin, his eyes almost popping out in rage.

Upon nearing, he saw the pale-faced cousin on the ground and shouted furiously as he charged at the two.

Deprived of the ability to use True Essence, the cousin gritted his teeth, picked up the token, and began to run, pressing the token repeatedly as he did.

Mo Xingzhi, only in the Half-Step Divine Gaze Realm, faced two opponents, unable to activate any chanical technique. Within just about ten rounds, he was subdued by the Charming Widow’s pink mist.

The cousin hadn’t run far before the pair landed again.

"You can’t escape."

The Charming Widow joked nacingly.

"Neither can you escape."

At that mont, a figure ca crashing down from the sky...