Chapter 93: This Is My Escape Route! (Tenth Update)

As Deng Miss's physique changed, Liu Yunxi's voice immediately rang out:

"Watch out—she's coming!"

In truth, no reminder from Liu Yunxi was needed; his over-the-shoulder vision had already captured the full process of the giant rat's possession, and he knew today's affair wouldn't end without a fight—he rapidly pressed his fingers against the Jade Seal.

The green and ink-colored seals were pushed up by spring plates, while the red and white ones were pressed down; three fires and two metals began to intermingle, and the ominous aura dissipated accordingly.

"Strange little brat!"

Grandmaster Gray Nine eyed Feng Xue warily; though the boy's cultivation was ordinary, that Yin Thunder was truly terrifying—let alone the Horse-Incense Ghost, even he himself, without a vessel, would suffer badly if struck by it.

Fortunately, though the thunder art was sinister and cruel, it sacrificed the speed of ordinary thunder techniques, giving him a few strategies to counter it.

Grandmaster Gray Nine's thoughts flashed rapidly, while Feng Xue silently suppressed the magical energy within his dantian.

The Yang Thunder born from heart-fire and lung-metal was utterly fierce and powerful, but its movements were far too conspicuous—if used hastily, it might alarm the snake.

Click-click-click…

As if the pulse of time beat slowly, it was the station clock standing before the door, ticking down its seconds.

That monotonous metallic sound, compared to the distant roars from the Nian Beast's battle with the Xuan cultivators, was utterly insignificant—yet now it sounded unnervingly clear.

Tap!

Suddenly, before the sound of the second hand's tick had fully faded, the girl controlled by Grandmaster Gray Nine moved—faster, stronger, more ferocious; the overwhelming pressure that slammed into him in that instant nearly forced him to shut his eyes.

But Feng Xue had already trained countless times with Liu Yunxi—no matter the attack, his eyes never blinked an inch!

One zhang!

One chi!

One cun!

One li!

Now!

Brilliant blue lightning exploded abruptly—in that hair's-breadth moment before impact, carrying a pungent stench of burning!

Terrifying Lei Guang, accompanied by an overwhelmingly yang energy, made the green aura swirling around Feng Xue's body ripple.

Grandmaster Gray Nine, already possessing a yin spirit, let out a shriek—but he did not stop; even as his form staggered, his toe stabbed into the blue stone floor, his waist twisted, and he delivered a powerful kick straight toward Feng Xue's waist.

This strike was so heavy and forceful that if it landed, even a lamppost would fold in half—but in that split second, Feng Xue extended his palm; only if slowed down tenfold could a normal person's eyes catch the change in that instant.

As his palm met Deng Miss's shinbone, his feet exploded with power; Lei Ting and Clear Wind merged at once, the massive current discharging at point-blank range—guided by a single Yang Thunder, Feng Xue's ten-year-converted lightning erupted fully; not only Deng Miss and Grandmaster Gray Nine, but even Feng Xue himself, clad in a Fa-Jin lightning-resistant robe, felt his whole body go numb, his hair standing on end.

But Grandmaster Gray Nine's resilience exceeded Feng Xue's expectations—despite taking this direct electric shock, his kick showed no sign of weakening; instead, he stood on one leg, surged again, and hurled Feng Xue straight into the air.

Five ghostly flames—Horse-Incense Ghosts—shot out from the dark corners; originally possessing rats to monitor Feng Xue, they were now the only "survivors" left after the lightning.

Li Maolin, seeing this, immediately prepared to secretly intervene and snatch him—but at that very moment, Feng Xue, flung into the air, burst into an astonishing, wild laugh—

"Hahahaha! You fell for it, Gray Rat! This is exactly my escape route! In strategy, you're still one step behind me!"

"Bad!" Hearing Feng Xue's declaration—delivered at a speed like fast-forwarded demonic speech (Note ①)—Grandmaster Gray Nine suddenly realized: the Feng Xue carrying that huge sack of stuff… kicked off, seemed far too light!

No, not just light—even if he'd misjudged the force, his kick couldn't possibly launch a grown man flying over ten meters into the air!

But realization came too late; under the influence of the Divine Step Spell, Feng Xue followed his pre-calculated trajectory and slammed directly into the train station—now he had no spare magical energy to conserve, pouring every ounce into the Divine Step Talisman.

Green wind wrapped his form; at this moment, Feng Xue faintly sensed certain parts of his body pulsing like major arteries—but now was no time to investigate the source; he merely noted their general location, then followed the route he'd already memorized and charged into the station!

The locomotive, weighing over a hundred tons, loomed before him; he swiftly switched his lock phrase, and as the lock ahead clicked shut, Feng Xue plunged headfirst into the engine's front—just as he thought, "I wonder if I'll even return to that world?"—he felt the world spin violently…

…

"This kid's got some brains after all! Planning to use the station's terrain and his familiarity with it to counterattack?" Li Maolin squinted as he chased into the station—then he froze…

"Wait… where's my disciple?"

"Cultivator of Darkness! This was a trap all along!"

…

What happened next inside the station no longer concerned Feng Xue; he only felt his body suddenly spin, then a blinding flash of light erupted before his eyes.

He turned his head in shock—ear-splitting horns and screeching tires surged toward him; Feng Xue stared as a heavy truck, unfamiliar yet oddly familiar, hurtled straight at him.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, strange noises exploded—desks, chairs, incense, rice, scattered jade fragments—all burst out from the Qiankun Bag that Ninth Aunt had sold him at his waist; in that moment of stunned hesitation, the truck completed its "meeting" with him.

As his body flew upward, he faintly saw beneath the wheels—was that a pile of bicycle wreckage?

"Damn, I spent over twenty days on the other side, and here only seconds passed? Please don't tell me I can only shuttle back and forth between these two worlds!"

With this thought in his mind, Feng Xue felt the familiar sensation of dimensional transit once more—moments later, his body suddenly began to plummet!

Feng Xue, no stranger to rapid incantation, still managed a new declaration during this brief freefall—

"You look like an inflatable crash pad!"

Thud!

In that instant, the Bai She ring rapidly expanded; Feng Xue bounced up and down on the soft air cushion, repeating several times until all kinetic energy was fully dissipated—luckily, the magical energy from the Divine Step Spell had not yet worn off during his transit, or else being hit by that hundred-ton truck's deceleration would've been no pleasant experience.

He relocked his lifespan, casually scanning his surroundings, while a bizarre thought surfaced in his mind—

"I wonder how the driver's going to explain driving over a 'Masked Rider' who then exploded into a pile of junk props?"

(End of Chapter)