PDLP Chapter 112 A Narrow Escape
Chapter 112 A Narrow Escape
Xu Xiaoxiao, barely holding on, drove the Wind Chaser, taking Chu Yi and Chu Er out of the Cloud Mist Mountain.
At this moment, her face was as pale as paper, the blood at the corner of her mouth had dried, her clothes were tattered, and her spiritual power was almost exhausted.
As soon as the three of them stopped, Xu Xiaoxiao coughed up a mouthful of blood and swayed precariously.
The first and second-year students hurriedly helped her up, their eyes filled with anxiety and worry.
"Master, how are you?" Chu Yi asked, her voice trembling with tears.
The second-year student looked around warily and said, "It's not safe here either. We need to find a place to hide."
The surrounding area was a desolate valley with jagged rocks, and the wind howled and echoed through the valley like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if a torrential downpour was about to begin.
Jiang Jingzhi, who was cultivating on Chongyang Peak, was suddenly jolted by a strong sense of unease. He instantly realized that his junior sister, Xu Xiaoxiao, was in great danger.
He frowned, pacing back and forth in the cave, anxious but unable to leave the sect.
After a moment's thought, he quickly summoned the miniature puppet he had crafted, chanted incantations, and activated the teleportation array. The puppet instantly vanished from its original spot.
When the doll appeared before Xu Xiaoxiao and the others, they were initially startled. But upon seeing the doll's appearance, a warm feeling welled up in Xu Xiaoxiao's heart, and she weakly said, "Senior Brother..."
Although the doll could not speak, its eyes showed concern, and it quickly stood in front of them, assuming a defensive posture.
Just then, a giant, blood-red centipede suddenly emerged from a crevice in the valley, its enormous body instantly taking up a large area of space.
It reeked of a pungent, fishy stench, as if it were a demonic messenger crawling out of the deepest hell.
Several meters long, its scales resembled burning blood-red flames, shimmering with an eerie and terrifying light, making it appear particularly ferocious in the dim light of the sky.
Countless feet rubbed against the ground, making a rustling sound. Each movement kicked up a cloud of dust, like a thousand horses galloping by, which was terrifying.
The centipede lunged at them menacingly, its sharp mouthparts dripping with nauseating slime, as if it would devour everything in its path at any moment.
The doll stepped forward without hesitation, its eyes showing no fear, only determination and resolve.
The doll was small and agile, moving around the centipede's enormous body like a black lightning bolt.
The sword in its hand gleamed with a cold, icy light, which, reflected in the rain, added to its chilling aura.
The puppet leaped high into the air, its long sword flashing with a fierce aura as it swiftly stabbed at the centipede's head, its target precisely aimed at the centipede's eyes, one of its most vulnerable spots.
The centipede seemed to sense the danger. It suddenly raised its head, its massive head pressing down like a small mountain, and then spat out a stream of black venom from its mouth.
The venom rained down like a black arrow, instantly withering vegetation wherever it went, corroding the ground into large, smoking pits, and filling the air with a pungent odor.
The doll's eyes sharpened, and it dodged to the side, its movements as swift as a ghost.
The venom splashed onto a nearby rock, instantly producing a sizzling sound as it was corroded into a deep, bottomless pit, sending fragments of rock flying everywhere.
Taking advantage of the moment, the puppet leaped onto the centipede's back like a cannonball. It stood firmly on its feet, its knees slightly bent to maintain balance, and thrust its sword down fiercely.
The sharp blade easily pierced the centipede's hard shell, and a stream of dark green blood gushed out.
The centipede, in pain, let out a sharp, piercing roar that echoed through the valley, making people's eardrums ache.
It twisted its body wildly, its massive form like a rolling wave, trying to throw the doll off.
Each twist carried immense force, and the surrounding stones were swept away by its body, shattering and breaking apart.
The doll's feet were tightly gripping the centipede's back, and its body rose and fell with the centipede's twisting movements, but it was never thrown off.
Its sword flashed continuously, stabbing the centipede's wounds again and again. Each strike was precise and powerful, making the centipede struggle even more violently.
The first and second-year students watched nervously from the sidelines. The first-year student clenched her little fists tightly and shouted loudly, "Go, senior brother! You must defeat this monster!" Her voice became sharp with tension, her face turned red, and her eyes were full of anxiety and anticipation.
Chu Er held Xu Xiaoxiao's hand tightly, slowly transferring his meager spiritual energy into her while keeping his eyes glued to the battle between the puppet and the centipede, not missing a single detail.
The puppet and the centipede were locked in a fierce battle. The puppet skillfully dodged the centipede's deadly attacks, using its agile body and keen insight to constantly search for other weaknesses in the centipede.
Finally, the puppet spotted a faintly glowing spot on the lower abdomen of the centipede, where the centipede's spiritual energy core was located.
The puppet's eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, it leaped high into the air, gathering all its spiritual power into the long sword in its hand, transforming it into a dazzling light, and fiercely stabbed towards the centipede's vital abdomen.
The longsword pierced the centipede's abdomen without any resistance, instantly unleashing a powerful energy surge.
The centipede's massive body stiffened abruptly, its struggling movements gradually slowed, and the light in its eyes began to dim.
It swayed a few times before finally crashing down with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust. The sound of it hitting the ground made the ground tremble slightly. Without hesitation, the puppet picked out its crystal core, which was a deep purple color and belonged to a fifth-tier blood centipede.
The doll landed lightly on the ground and turned to face Xu Xiaoxiao and the others.
Rainwater slid down its body and gathered into a small puddle at its feet.
Its eyes revealed a hint of fatigue, but even more so, a sense of satisfaction after completing its mission.
Xu Xiaoxiao gently stroked the doll and said gratefully, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for saving us again." Her voice was weak but full of sincerity, and the doll nodded slightly, as if in response to her gratitude.
The rain continued to fall softly, splashing up droplets on the ground, as if it were the lingering echo of this fierce battle.
Under the protection of the dolls, Xu Xiaoxiao and the others began searching for a safe place to heal and recover, waiting for the crisis to completely pass...
Rain shrouded the desolate valley, making the surrounding strange rocks appear even more eerie and cold in the misty rain.
Xu Xiaoxiao and the others took temporary shelter under a mountain wall. Rainwater kept sliding down the wall, dripping onto the ground and splashing up small water droplets, making a dripping sound, which seemed to be the only note in the silence, but also made people feel uneasy.
Xu Xiaoxiao leaned against the mountain wall, her face pale, while Chu Yi and Chu Er stood around her with worried expressions.
The doll stood quietly to the side, its eyes focused on Xu Xiaoxiao. After a moment, it walked to Xu Xiaoxiao, squatted down, and gently placed its hands on Xu Xiaoxiao's shoulders. A gentle spiritual energy slowly flowed from the doll's palms into Xu Xiaoxiao's body.
"Master, how are you feeling?" Chu Yi asked with concern, her eyes filled with anxiety.
Xu Xiaoxiao shook her head slightly and said weakly, "I'm fine, don't worry."
Even so, her voice was weak and feeble, clearly indicating that she was severely injured.
The puppet seemed to have increased its output of spiritual energy, its eyes gleaming slightly as if it were concentrating on guiding the spiritual energy to repair Xu Xiaoxiao's damaged meridians.
Xu Xiaoxiao's brows gradually relaxed, and a bit of color returned to her face.
The second-year junior high student watched from the side and whispered, "Senior brother is amazing. Master will definitely get better soon."
As time went by, the rain gradually subsided, and a fresh scent filled the valley, a blend of earthy and grassy fragrance.
The puppet maintained its focused expression, continuously channeling spiritual energy, and Xu Xiaoxiao's breathing gradually stabilized.
"Thank you, Senior Brother..." Xu Xiaoxiao said softly to the puppet, which nodded slightly as if to say that it was what it should do.
With the doll's careful assistance, Xu Xiaoxiao's injuries were alleviated to some extent. Although she was not fully recovered, she had regained some strength.
Seeing that their master's condition had improved, the first and second children smiled with relief. They knew that in this perilous place, as long as they were together, there was hope of overcoming the difficulties.