Chapter 238

Ning Ning, like a loving old mother, lifted up the disabled but strong-willed body of her idiot child with her thin shoulders. When she stepped onto the single-plank bridge, He Zhizhou’s upright body trembled in the wind with his extremely ferocious facial expression.

The scene could be captioned as: “Heroic Mother.”

Ew, how bizarre.

Ji Yunkai commented, “It looks a bit like the movements Elder Tianxianzi made during the butterfly dance last night.”

Tian Xianzi retorted, “Shut up!”

Cursing under his breath, Tian Xianzi lowered his head and continued his focus on the mystic mirror.

At that very moment, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes in surprise.

Ning Ning was seen flexing her frozen limbs, and she turned to give He Zhizhou a thumbs up.

Then, without any hesitation…

She laid down on the ground?

The elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect held their breath, eyes glued to the mirror. With Ning Ning’s movements, the tremors in their pupils grew bigger and more violent.

No words could describe her current state.

Ning Ning’s hands and feet twisted into strange right angles, and her entire body abruptly shrank forward to the left while simultaneously moving her left hand and left foot.

Then, in the next moment, as if flowing like clouds and water, she repeated this movement with the right side of her body.

Her movements became faster and faster, her body alternating like a twitching toad, crawling quickly along the narrow bridge while her entire body clung tightly to the wooden boards in a bizarre manner.

As Ning Ning was about to reach the end, she unexpectedly lifted the corners of her lips and, in a victorious manner, laughed wildly in the biting cold wind.

This is so terrifying; it makes one hug oneself in fear and cry. It’s insanely scary!!

This was definitely not a movement that a human could come up with.

Tian Xianzi almost felt like his good disciple had been possessed by an eight-legged spider spirit.

“Incredible, it’s actually—”

In front of the mirror, several pairs of eyes were filled with shock.

Only He Zhizhou’s voice resounded through the snowy plain. It was inexplicably filled with a touch of emotion and a tearful tone of homesickness.

He spoke each word with full force: “Military training rule number five, crawl forward!!!”

(T/N: Ning Ning is probably crawling forward like this)

The elders, including Tian Xianzi, didn’t understand what “military training” was, nor had they heard of “crawling forward.”

They could only watch the two of them crossing the bridge in such a manner, and, upon reaching the other side, they saluted in tacit understanding.

Even though they were now amidst the vast snow, they seemed to have returned to that bygone summer.

The two of them knew nothing about this level of the tower, and every step forward carried a risk.

Ning Ning had planned to discuss their next strategy with He Zhizhou, but just as the thought occurred to her, a sudden, loud noise erupted from the distant expanse of the snowfield.

In the silence all around, the loud noise was particularly prominent.

Alarm bells rang in Ning Ning’s heart, and she looked in the direction of the sound, tightening her grip on the Xinghen Sword.

Two figures were seen rushing over from afar, seemingly fleeing in panic without regard for anything else. Behind them was a massive, snow-white skeleton, its fleshless hand waving forward, causing the mountaintop to tremble and snow to fly.

“That’s a necromantic demon. I’ve heard they can determine the location of their prey through breathing; any creature that breathes can be detected by it—”

He Zhizhou paused mid-sentence, his voice carrying a hint of shock, “Wait, the one running in front… isn’t that Xu Ye? What kind of posture is that?”

Ning Ning focused her gaze and furrowed her brows slightly.

Xu Ye and another unfamiliar disciple were running side by side. Although their bodies were facing forward, their heads were turned towards each other in a very twisted posture as they ran desperately.

And between their mouths, they held a hollow bamboo tube.

After roughly gauging their strategy, Ning Ning’s expression turned slightly stern, and she suddenly realized.

So that’s it!

Because everyone has to breathe, as long as the bamboo tube connects their mouths, they can maintain a continuous exchange of oxygen.

Inhaling and exhaling alternately ensures smooth breathing without any oxygen escaping.

This way, even if they keep breathing, they won’t be detected by the demon!

A truly ingenious perpetual breathing machine. They are truly a dragon and phoenix in the world of cultivation. One can’t help but bow down to them and admire them!

—What a shitty plan!!!

Isn’t that just making them breathe in each other’s carbon dioxide?

Help!

The way these two are running with their heads tilted and arms flailing is so weird and scary, like they’re in “The Conjoined Twin Ghosts’ Revenge Tale”!

And Xu Ye’s face is already turning liver-colored, his eyes rolling back as he runs!

They must be dead—definitely dead!

Both of them have started to feel weak and twitching all over, and they are about to die, so who on earth came up with this bad idea?

One of these two dares to think and the other dares to do. They can be regarded as the well-deserved young talents in the world of cultivation and a perfect pair.

Before Ning Ning could lend a hand, Xu Ye rolled his eyes and, with a sorrowful backward fall like a wilting flower, his pig-liver-colored face, looking as if it had been stir-fried, turned an alarming shade of red.

The bamboo tube was suddenly spat out by him, propelled by the force into the other disciple’s mouth, causing their two bodies to lean to the sides like two blooming flowers.

Outside the mirror, there was silence.

The trial had only just begun, and within less than a quarter of an hour, the elite disciples of each sect were already showcasing their abilities, astounding the entire sect.

First, the Xuanxu disciples turned into human toads to crawl across the bridge, then the Wanjian Sect showed they were no less capable, publicly performing a self-suicide act under the demon’s pursuit.

It’s a case of’my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens’!

Who knows what other calamities will occur next? The Ten Methods Assembly is terrifying beyond measure!