Chapter 826: Ill Fing Kill You

"Here you go!"

"Discipleship token."

Su Yu'er directly tossed the token to Bai Mei, who was waiting.

Looking at the discipleship token of the Cloud Calamity Sect, Bai Mei was filled with disbelief.

She couldn't believe it, but it was actually granted just like that.

"Thank you, Miss Su. You've saved me from a dire situation. I have no way to repay you, so I vow to serve your older brother well."

Bai Mei bowed her head sincerely.

Even though she still had to serve someone, it was far better than falling into Wen Chengyu's hands and living a life worse than death.

"Remember, you must listen to my Brother Lou. This is a great opportunity for you!"

Su Yu'er earnestly instructed.

Bai Mei nodded, though with a bitter smile.

Although she was grateful to Su Yu'er for temporarily escaping Wen Chengyu's clutches, which had improved her situation, she still had to sacrifice herself to serve someone else.

So, how could this be called an opportunity?

She didn't dare to hope for any opportunity; she just prayed that the "Brother Lou" Su Yu'er mentioned was a relatively decent person.

After dressing Bai Mei up exquisitely, the two of them headed towards the Gathering Demons Plain.

Soon, they arrived at the boundary of the black mist.

On the edge.

A small river rippled gently.

Inside, multiple forbidden arrays blocked the spread of the black mist.

Without a second thought, Su Yu'er leaped over.

"Ah!"

Behind her, Bai Mei covered her red lips in astonishment.

"What are you 'ah'-ing about?"

Su Yu'er turned slightly and asked.

"M-Miss Su, you just jumped over like that?" Bai Mei asked, her face filled with disbelief.

"Hah, it's just a river. So what if I crossed it? Why the fuss?" Su Yu'er mimicked Yi Feng's actions, waved her hand, and said nonchalantly.

"???"

"It's just a river?"

Bai Mei's red lips parted in shock.

Listen.

Is this even human language?

"Nothing major, come on over!"

Su Yu'er said lightly.

Bai Mei clenched her teeth.

Since things had come to this, Bai Mei could no longer hesitate.

Moreover, Su Yu'er had no reason to harm her.

So, with a light leap, Bai Mei crossed the river.

Beyond the river was an endless expanse of black mist, where one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face.

"M-Miss Su, can you see?" Bai Mei couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, it's a bit dark."

Su Yu'er glanced at the sky, pulled out a torch from her hand, and lit it.

Instantly, as the flame rose, the surrounding black mist dissipated.

Bai Mei once again covered her red lips.

"Miss Su, what divine artifact is this? It can actually dispel the black mist?"

Bai Mei asked in astonishment.

"A torch!"

Su Yu'er's lips twitched imperceptibly as she stood with her hands behind her back, speaking lightly.

"A torch?"

"What a powerful item."

Bai Mei couldn't help but marvel.

"Nothing major, follow me."

Su Yu'er's lips twitched as she strode forward with her head held high.

Behind her, Bai Mei followed cautiously, occasionally glancing around warily and then looking at Su Yu'er with a gaze full of admiration.

Seeing this, Su Yu'er puffed out her chest even more.

Is this the demeanor of a master?

So good!

Especially when she thought of the countless sect disciples in the Gathering Demons Plain, all waiting to fight demons, it made her, the "mastermind," feel amused.

This feeling of strategizing and manipulating the world in her hands was truly wonderful.

Although, she had only killed one.

But at least she was one of the participants!!!

After passing through the black mist, they entered the Shadow Island.

As soon as they stepped onto Shadow Island.

A torrent of spiritual energy surged over, enveloping Bai Mei's entire body.

Bai Mei swore she had never felt such abundant spiritual energy in her life. Just by taking a few deep breaths, she felt her strength improve significantly.

She had never expected that within the black mist, there lay such a paradise.

"Kid, hurry up. If you don't finish carrying these thirty buckets of manure today, I'll f***ing kill you."

Nearby, Lu Dasheng, holding a long whip, was cursing at a young man with his hands on his hips.

Bai Mei instinctively looked over and almost lost her composure.

Because the disheveled young man, carrying a pair of manure buckets, being whipped and driven, she recognized.

It was Zhao Qi.

One of the direct disciples of the Dao Sect.

Although her status wasn't high, she was still an inner disciple of the Calamity Sect, so she knew about some notable figures, especially since sects often interacted at major events.

How could Zhao Qi be here?

Her mind was in turmoil.

Wasn't Zhao Qi missing, with the Dao Sect searching for him extensively? How did he end up here, carrying manure?

She found it hard to believe.

Moreover, as a direct disciple of the Dao Sect, Zhao Qi's talent and strength were undoubtedly among the best of the younger generation. How could such a proud individual submit to carrying manure here?