Chapter 279

[Ding!]

[Please push Meng Jue off the cliff.]

The concise message was infuriating, leaving Ning Ning no room to breathe.

Her mind was in turmoil, filled with a thousand reluctances, yet she had no choice but to follow the plot.

Feigning curiosity, she slowly made her way toward the edge of the cliff.

Meng Jue, aware that her spiritual energy was nearly depleted, followed closely behind to ensure her safety.

The peak was incredibly high; when she looked down, she couldn’t see the bottom—just a chaotic abyss.

The endless darkness resembled a pair of pitch-black, hollow eyes staring back at her, making her heart race and her mind uneasy.

She furrowed her brows.

“So high!”

Ning Ning recited the scripted line, “Senior Brother, come take a look! You won’t see a view like this anywhere else.”

Her tone was light and lively, betraying no hint of her inner turmoil.

Meng Jue rarely refused her requests, so he stepped forward a few paces, moving to the edge of the cliff.

His most vulnerable back was now within her reach.

It was time.

Ning Ning took a deep breath and positioned herself directly behind him.

As she extended her hand, her heart felt like it was suspended in mid-air.

Her palm was about to touch Meng Jue’s back.

Her heart pounded.

Wait…

Besides the sound of her heartbeat, why could she hear another noise… something like the howling of a beast?

This was absolutely not right.

Ning Ning’s heart skipped a beat, and when she suddenly turned around, her eyes widened in shock.

Can someone tell her why… why was there a demon wolf with blood-red eyes suddenly charging out of the dense forest behind them?

The demon wolf was ferocious, sprinting straight toward them, dark mist thickening in its wake, spreading an aura of death.

Ning Ning was completely baffled by this unexpected turn of events, her mind screaming in panic.

Stop, this isn’t how the original plot was supposed to go!

If the wolf charges now, wouldn’t Senior Brother immediately turn around?

But, but, but… she hadn’t even gotten into her Tai Chi stance yet!

Unfortunately, fate never favored her.

At that exact moment, the young sword cultivator by the cliff’s edge suddenly turned around.

Ning Ning, having turned her body to focus on the attacking demon wolf, kept her hands extended in a pushing posture, frozen like a statue.

Now she truly had no way to explain herself.

Caught red-handed in an attempt to murder her fellow disciple—this was a serious mistake.

Ning Ning felt her heart in despair.

She didn’t dare meet Meng Jue’s eyes.

All she wanted was to find a hole to crawl into, or, like an ostrich, bury her head deep in the ground.

In her panic, she overlooked a crucial detail.

Because she had turned to look at the demon wolf, her body tilted, naturally causing her arm to shift sideways.

So when Meng Jue turned around, her action didn’t look like she was pushing him off the cliff, but rather as if she was pushing him toward the open ground on his right, with terror in her eyes as she stared at the demon wolf.

Meng Jue’s sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of mocking amusement appearing in his gaze.

Did this girl really think he couldn’t handle a mere demon wolf?

However—

As he thought of this, he suppressed his disdainful thoughts and glanced at Ning Ning’s hands, which were reaching out to push him away without hesitation.

By pushing him aside, she would only end up hurting herself.

This silly little junior sister of his, though foolish, seemed to have a bit of a conscience.

Ning Ning was stuck in place, unaware of what was going through Meng Jue’s mind.

Before she could react, she suddenly saw a flash of white light.

Meng Jue had unsheathed his sword, his black hair and white robe fluttering as he wordlessly stepped in front of her.

His swordsmanship was as swift as lightning, as cold as ice.

The moment his sword was drawn, it sent icy shards flying.

The demon wolf didn’t even have time to let out a cry; its voice was cut off in its throat.

The splattering blood carried the scent of rust, with a few drops landing on her face—scalding hot and disgustingly sticky.

“What is Junior Sister doing?”

The strongest among the younger generation of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, with his sword still stained with blood, smiled casually.

“It’s just a demon wolf; I can handle it.”

Meng Jue paused, then added, “But you, with your depleted spiritual energy, no need to show off.”

What “showing off”? She hadn’t shown off at all.

What pig talk is he talking about.