Annihilated with a Single Palm

Hua Qiang used the Teleportation Array to transport himself to the Seventh Heaven. Shaking off the slight dizziness in his head, he stepped out of the array and discovered that he was halfway up a mountain range.

This left him rather puzzled. Could the Immortal Realm's teleportation channels also be shoddy tofu-dreg projects, with someone cutting corners during construction and causing deviations during transport?

Otherwise, why had he been teleported into the middle of a mountainside?

No matter what, he should have arrived in a city. Even if not a city, then at least its outskirts!

He somewhat suspected that he had accidentally touched some mechanism while activating it.

Or perhaps the energy powering the teleportation had been insufficient. Otherwise, there was no way to explain this phenomenon!

Seeing the sky darken, he was in no hurry to continue on his way. In the mountain forest, he casually hunted down a plump black goat, skinned and cleaned it, then lit a fire and leisurely roasted it over the flames.

He planned to eat and drink his fill, sleep for the night, and set out at dawn tomorrow to look for people from the Inspection Department.

However, just as his black goat was half-roasted and its rich fragrance began to spread, he sensed a figure stumbling out from around the bend in the mountain path ahead.

Just when he was not particularly inclined to pay attention, that figure cried out loudly, "Young Master, save me!"

Hua Qiang frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over Luo Feixuan's bedraggled state.

Her hair was disheveled, her skirts stained with mud. She leaned on a stick with one hand and limped along, clearly injured in the legs.

The noisy footsteps and coarse curses behind her drew closer and closer. More than a hundred figures surged out