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Warning bells rang wildly in Lu Qiancha’s heart.

“I must escape!”

This was her only thought.

The Trickery Cube in Lu Qiancha’s other paw instantly flowed with a dark light, rapidly transforming into a dark green pearl.

“Shift!” Lu Qiancha urged her spiritual energy, about to escape.

The next moment.

“Om!”

A frost-colored ring blade appeared in Mufeng’s (the thief’s) hand. Upon injecting spiritual energy, the ring blade flickered with a faint light.

After Lu Qiancha used the Ender Pearl, her figure merely flickered in place.

Spatial lockdown!

A trace of horror flashed in Lu Qiancha’s eyes. She immediately pinched the seal for the Moon Shadow Evasion Art, attempting to communicate with the Taiyin moonlight.

The spiritual energy in her body had just begun to flow.

The next moment.

Mufeng’s face, wearing a cold, mocking expression, instantly magnified before Lu Qiancha’s eyes. A hand reeking of iron and blood ruthlessly strangled her slender neck.

He lifted Lu Qiancha off the ground like a chick.

Suffocation, intense pain, and the fear of death instantly drowned all of Lu Qiancha’s senses.

In Mufeng’s other hand, the Meridian Mandarin Duck Blade, gleaming with cold light and dripping with Ping Feng’s fresh blood, stabbed ruthlessly toward Lu Qiancha’s soft lower abdomen with a hint of sadistic pleasure.

“Urgh… cough, cough, cough—!!” Lu Qiancha was choked until her eyes rolled back, her throat emitting a wheezing sound like a broken bellows.

Her hands instinctively clawed madly at that iron-clamp-like hand.

The Heaven and Earth Chessboard was still on cooldown. In her desperation.

Lu Qiancha’s spiritual energy frantically poured into the Trickery Cube in her hand.

“Om!” A strange long spear, half red and half yellow, wrapped in spiraling energy, instantly appeared in her paw.

Using her last bit of strength, she tried to use the spear shaft to block the fatal blade.

“Heh…” A sneer of utmost contempt came from Mufeng’s nose.

His wrist gave an extremely slight shake and slice.

The strange blade drew an insidious, tricky arc.

It instantly swept across Lu Qiancha’s wrist holding the spear.

“Rip—!”

A bone-deep wound opened instantly.

Lu Qiancha’s hand tendons snapped at the sound.

“Argh—!”

Heart-rending pain washed away her will like a tsunami. Lu Qiancha’s whole body trembled violently, and her vision went black.

The spiral long spear, along with all her resistance, fell from her hand with a “clang!”, landing on the cold, blood-stained rock.

At this moment, all that was left of Lu Qiancha was violent panting and uncontrollable pain.

The cold edge of the blade was already pressed against the soft skin of her abdomen.

The touch of death was so clear.

Just at this critical moment—a female voice, tinged with cold amusement, sounded like a spectator giving a review: “Mufeng… there’s no need to kill him.”

Ling Muxue, who had been watching coldly from the side, finally walked forward slowly. Her gaze swept with interest over Lu Qiancha’s pain-distorted face.

“Hm? Why?”

Mufeng’s movement paused slightly. He did not withdraw the hand holding the blade, but tilted his head to look at Ling Muxue with some confusion.

“Death will not occur in this secret realm, so killing him won’t help. It would be better to send him into the Deep Dream…”

The corners of Ling Muxue’s mouth curved, and terrifying words spilled from her crisp voice.

“What the Princess says is extremely true.”

A flash of understanding instantly appeared in Mufeng’s eyes, immediately turning into an even colder smile.

Then, Mufeng flipped his wrist, took out the frost-colored ring blade, and lightly slashed at the mountain wall in front of him.

“Om—!!”

Space was like a fragile ice surface disturbed by a thrown stone. A deep, rotating, pitch-black circular vortex appeared out of thin air on the indestructible rock wall.

Wearing a cruel smile, Mufeng carried Lu Qiancha and walked into it first, with Ling Muxue following closely behind.

Entering the Deep Dream, Mufeng stepped onto a suspension bridge with no visible end. Below was a completely lightless abyss.

He tossed Lu Qiancha casually toward the bottom, then led Ling Muxue toward the other side of the suspension bridge.

“Ugh…”

Her head felt like it had been rolled through a lead-filled millstone, a heavy, dull pain.

Lu Qiancha struggled to lift her heavy eyelids.

What entered her eyes were a few patches of grass spread on a cold stone floor.

She had woken up in this crude place that could hardly be called a bed.

Instinctively raising her paw, by the cool, dim light filtering in from the cave entrance…

She saw several fresh scratches on her paws and arms, but nothing serious.

“Dreaming again?”

Lu Qiancha rubbed her throbbing temples with her paw, her voice thick with the hoarseness and confusion of just waking up.

She seemed to have just dreamed that she was stabbed by someone… who was it again? She couldn’t remember clearly.

She hadn’t been able to dream of her master and junior sister recently.

Her eyes stared blankly at the rugged mountain shadows outlined by the gray skylight outside the cave entrance.

‘Alas, I wonder how they are doing.’

“Gurgle~”

Her soft little tummy made a few strange noises.

She was hungry.

Lu Qiancha lay back down weakly, her cheek pressed against the cold stone surface. Since her cultivation was crippled and she was left to wander in this wilderness, she hadn’t had a full meal for a long time.

Even though she had stepped onto the path of immortality again, spending a year, she had barely managed to crawl back to the threshold of the mid-Qi Refining stage.

Unfortunately, this meager cultivation didn’t amount to much in this dangerous wilderness. Even filling her stomach was a luxury.

‘Alas, better not think about it…’

The little wolf cub gritted her teeth, forcing her leaden body up from the cold ground bit by bit.

While she still had some strength, she had to go out and try her luck, otherwise, she feared she wouldn’t even have grass roots to gnaw on tonight.

Lu Qiancha stumbled along, every step feeling like stepping on cotton.

Supporting herself against the rough, cold cave wall, she dragged herself, one deep step and one shallow step, out of the cave where she sheltered.

“Rustle, rustle.”

In the nearby bushes filled with gravel and dead branches.

Dragging her hungry and exhausted body, she groped carefully.

Perhaps the heavens finally showed a tiny bit of mercy.

Just as she was about to give up in despair, the corner of her eye suddenly caught sight of a fat wild rabbit burying its head to gnaw on grass leaves.

It was only a few steps away from Lu Qiancha.

Her heart instantly started pounding wildly.

Blood seemed to rush to the top of her head.

Lu Qiancha held her breath, her body like a drawn bowstring, lowering herself bit by bit.

Wait for the rabbit to get closer…

Now!

Lu Qiancha pounced forward fiercely.

“Splat!”

The expected touch of soft, furry prey did not come. Instead, a sharp, stinging pain came from her ankle.

She had been too excited just now and hadn’t noticed a withered vine sticking out from under her feet at some point.

It tripped her solidly, sending her prostrate on the ground.

“Awoo~ It hurts…”

Lu Qiancha slammed onto the grass, adding a few fresh scratches to her body.

“Squeak!”

The wild rabbit screamed in terror, kicked its hind legs violently, and like a grey arrow leaving the bow, instantly vanished into the depths of the dense bushes.

Leaving behind only a few trembling leaves.

“Ngh…”

Lu Qiancha lay on the grass with no image left, enduring the pain of the fall.

She didn’t even have the strength to get up now. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, staring straight at the gray sky that seemed like it would never clear.

‘Going to be hungry again today…’