The terrifying entity in the old dormitory building had far exceeded Lian Yi's expectations. The fact that Zhou You and the others were unharmed baffled her even more.
"Could that entity be connected to the Carefree Sect too?"
Lian Yi felt that the Carefree Sect hid unfathomable depths. Her cultivation was starting to feel inadequate.
"No, my Dao heart won't be steady until I get revenge!"
She wasn't one to take a loss lying down. Once home, she took precious pills to heal her injuries while logging into the cultivation forum.
"I'm running low on pills." Every pill she swallowed pained Lian Yi. She had treasured them for years; they were priceless, capable of saving her life.
She had even picked up the pill she dropped at school earlier, wiped off the dirt, and eaten it.
Lian Yi was quick-witted and skilled in transformation techniques. She thrived in the cultivation world. She had always been the one making other people suffer, secretly laughing at their misfortune from the shadows.
Ever since she encountered the Carefree Sect, first the Red King and then the Ghost King Zhenyue had dealt her devastating blows, one worse than the other. She had nearly exhausted her pills. No matter how substantial her savings were, they couldn't withstand this kind of punishment.
In all her years of cultivation, she had never suffered losses this severe.
"There's definitely something wrong with this Carefree Sect!" She had lived in Chang'an City for ten years, and she could count the beings she had seen on the Red King's level on one hand. She had never encountered anything like the Ghost King Zhenyue. Now she had run into both.
"The Carefree Sect is no ordinary sect. Chu Xiaoyao must have some deeper reason for choosing No. 2 Middle School-or rather,