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Chapter 409 The White Tiger is Pei Ci

Pei Ci?

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Jiang He looked at the white tiger in front of her; her memory was clear.

It was clearly the same white tiger I encountered in the secret realm that day; even the stripes were the same.

The spiritual energy around my ear was sharp; one sword followed another.

"kill!"

The attackers disregarded whether Jiang He was innocent or not; the direction of their attack was obvious to anyone with eyes, including her.

Jiang He looked at the white silver tiger with blood soaking its forearm, her eyes flashing.

do not care……

Jiang He picked up the white tiger and ran away on her sword without the slightest hesitation.

With the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator, Jiang He could easily hug ten white tigers of the same size.

She caught the tiger very quickly.

When the white tiger, which had initially transformed into its beast form, saw Jiang He, it struggled a bit until it smelled a cool, refreshing scent.

Pei Ci was extremely weak and dared not close his eyes for a long time.

The thirty-odd Nascent Soul cultivators behind her looked at Jiang He, who had suddenly appeared, their methods ruthless:

"We can't let him get away this time. Since we can't form a contract, we might as well kill him and go back to collect the reward. Oh, and kill this guy too!"

A sharp, knife-shaped magical artifact pierced through the air and struck Jiang He.

Jiang He blocked the contact with her hand as it touched her skin.

The magical artifact shattered, and hooks shot out from its interior, instantly piercing Jiang He's back. She immediately felt excruciating pain in her infraspinatus muscles.

The moment the hook touches the muscle, the hook tip grows a fine hook again, like a plant parasitizing the skin.

With their hands tightly intertwined, the newcomer grabbed the magical artifact with one hand and pulled it inwards with the other.

Jiang He's body froze in mid-air, the immense pulling force dragging her backward.

She held the white tiger in one arm and drew her sword with the other, slashing at the magical artifact.

The sturdy magical artifact remained unmoved; instead, with the pull from behind, Jiang He took half a step back, and the white tiger in her hand fell to the ground.

She used her spiritual energy to firmly fix herself in place, but the hooks on her shoulders couldn't withstand it. Jiang He moved her feet, and in no time, the person behind her caught up.

"Nascent Soul stage cultivator, you're out of luck today. Now that you're here, die!"

The cultivator wielding the hook-shaped magical artifact suddenly exerted force, and the hook rotated within Jiang He's body.

Pei Ci, who had fallen to the ground, stood in front of Jiang He. A golden light flashed, and a transparent defensive shield rose up. Without Jiang He saying anything, he swiftly bit off a piece of flesh from Jiang He's back, taking the hook-shaped magic weapon with him.

The constantly spinning magical artifact was incredibly sharp; when Pei Ci bit down, his mouth was filled with cuts and wounds.

Red blood once again stained the white fur. Jiang He's eyes darkened. She pulled Pei Ci aside, and several talismans were released, followed by a series of explosions.

The two were transported to a more distant location by the teleportation talisman.

The thirty-odd cultivators who were chasing Pei Ci were at least at the early Nascent Soul stage. When they saw Jiang He tear up the talisman and leave, they also took out talismans and teleported to follow her.

Faced with the relentless pursuit of the Nascent Soul cultivator, Jiang He kept her lips tightly closed, calculating the cultivator's landing spot in her mind.

Just as these people were getting closer to Jiang He's figure, they suddenly discovered that several sharp threads appeared out of thin air.

Whether their throats were slit or their hands and feet were cut off, five pursuers with slightly lower cultivation levels suddenly died on the invisible line.

"Something's not right, this is a trap! This person has a high-grade magic weapon, be careful."

"Who do you think you can fool with this thin thread? Only they would fall for it. One of them is injured, and the other is only at the early Nascent Soul stage. Don't be fooled."

"Don't be arrogant. If Pei Ci escapes this time, it won't be so easy to find him next time."

“What’s so difficult about it? Just drag his friend out and threaten him again. Anyway, that person’s spiritual veins are gone, and he’s only of this kind of value.”

"Who knows if Pei Ci will believe it? Anyway, don't let the two of them go. If word gets out, we'll both be in deep trouble."

"Okay, okay, watch me."

The last male cultivator to speak held a staff and began chanting. Jiang He, who was not far away, also silently recited the incantation upon seeing this:

"Sound suppression!"

Jiang He's incantation was released instantly, arriving just before the male cultivator could finish reciting the entire incantation.

This technique does not cause any attack or damage; it merely silences the voice. However, when used on a male cultivator, it causes his voice to suddenly disappear, and the incantation he was reciting abruptly becomes ineffective.

Jiang He's move effectively interrupted his ultimate attack!

The male cultivator resumed speaking after two seconds:

"You all go first. This female cultivator is extremely vicious and her behavior is utterly immoral!"

"Damn it, we've been completely fooled by a woman. If word gets out, our Lingyun Sect will lose all face."

Seeing that Jiang He was about to escape the encirclement, they disregarded everything else and used their best skills one by one.

A disc-shaped blade slashed towards Jiang He, and before Jiang He could even dodge and catch her breath for a second, another attack followed.

"Leave me behind, you go first. I should be able to hold on for a while longer," Pei Ci said weakly. His beast eyes were covered in blood, and he could only recognize Jiang He by her scent.

"Okay," Jiang He readily agreed.

Just as the smell faded away and Pei Ci thought Jiang He had left, he transformed back into human form. In his blurred vision, he saw the person who had responded so quickly earlier was now fighting against 23 people all by himself.

Pei Ci brushed aside his messy silver hair.

He looked at Jiang He, who was surrounded, his voice hoarse:

"I need some food."

Pei Ci's voice was faint, but Jiang He heard it clearly.

Since putting down the large tiger, Jiang Heteng had more space to deal with the attacks from the crowd, freeing up her hands. She had no intention of leaving alone.

Or rather, even if she chooses to leave, these people will still catch up with Pei Ci and kill her anyway, so the result will be the same. She might as well just hold on a little longer.

She had witnessed Pei Ci's strength before; although his spiritual power was intermittent, the attacks he unleashed when he had spiritual energy far exceeded those of the Golden Core stage.

According to these people, they had been chasing Pei Ci for some time, which means he was capable of escaping from them.

Jiang He looked at Pei Ci, knowing he needed time to recover:

"Catch it, mustard seed bag."

Jiang He didn't care too much. In order to avoid being exposed, she took out a bag of spiritual food with a changed recipe.

Pei Ci opened the mustard seed bag, and what he saw was a piece of tofu—

He ate the food, and the familiar taste spread in his mouth.

Pei Ci felt the changes within his body.

A large amount of spiritual energy surged into the mottled spiritual vein.

Pei Ci propped himself up, his slightly healed spiritual veins glowing as he gripped his staff.

In an instant, a dazzling light covered the battlefield.