Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Chapter 291 If You're Going to Cultivate, Cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness 18

The group continued walking forward, and as soon as they approached the forest, they were immediately enveloped in thick fog, the sound of the wind was blocked out, and the surroundings were so quiet that they could only hear their own breathing.

The temperature was dropping lower and lower. Wen Shubai held the compass and continued walking forward. The surroundings were foggy, and he couldn't tell which way to go at all.

They kept walking forward, and the disciples behind them gradually ran out of energy. They discovered that the mist would absorb the cultivators' consciousness, and spells were difficult to use here.

Ji Chaoxi had no spiritual root, and apart from feeling a bit cold, she wasn't as uncomfortable as the others.

"Why did the elders send us to find the Ice Marrow Pill?" Some disciples had already begun to complain.

"We've worked so hard, and now the Ice Marrow Pills are going to be given to other people."

The triangular-eyed man's hands were turning purple from the cold, and he shivered, "Senior Brother, are you sure you're heading in the right direction?"

Wen Shubai glanced at him and said gently, "Junior brother, if you know the direction, you can come with me and lead the way."

The man with the triangular eyes fell silent again, only continuing to walk forward, panting heavily.

The wind was blowing horizontally, constantly slapping their faces until they hurt.

Ji Chaoxi held Wen Shubai's hand and walked forward with difficulty.

"Are you tired?" Wen Shubai lowered his head and asked softly.

Ji Chaoxi shook her head, but her breath was all white mist. Wen Shubai looked at her face, which was red from the cold, and gently stroked her face. Wen Shubai had a fire spirit root, so he was slightly better off than the other disciples in the far north ice plains.

Wen Shubai had Ji Chaoxi hide behind him and continued searching for directions.

The ground was riddled with cracks, and just then, they came into view of an ice fissure leading to the earth. Wen Shubai walked down without hesitation.

The crack was extremely large, surrounded by dark blue boulders. The ground below was pitch black, and the only sounds from the disciples were their rapid, labored breathing; they were truly struggling to breathe.

They continued to descend, the cold growing stronger, and just as they were about to cross a crevice, the ice wall suddenly began to writhe violently.

"Be careful!"

Wen Shubai's eyes turned cold, and he immediately drew his sword.

An ice dragon burst from the ground in an instant. It had no scales and its entire body was covered with ice crystals. It opened its blood-red maw and pounced on them.

Wen Shubai stood firmly in front of everyone, his long sword ringing out as he forcefully blocked the dragon's attack.

The glacier beneath his feet began to collapse under the pressure, and Wen Shubai clenched his teeth, his jawline taut.

"Go help our senior brother!"

The disciples behind them desperately urged their sword energy, trying to attack the dragon, but as soon as they got close to it, their hands went numb from the shock, and their swords fell to the ground.

Ji Chaoxi hid in a corner, terrified, and kept throwing magical artifacts at the dragon.

She threw everything at it, whether it was expensive or cheap, as long as it could be used for attack.

After being attacked, the dragon went completely berserk. Unable to gain any advantage over Wen Shubai, it turned its attack on the disciples behind it, unleashing a fierce barrage of icy poison.

Ji Chaoxi had thrown away all her offensive magical artifacts, and she silently sat in the corner with her bag on her back.

It's okay, just close your eyes and it'll pass.

At least she died during training, so the reputation of the Ji family was preserved!

"Senior Brother, save me!" the triangular-eyed man screamed.

Just as the triangular-eyed man was about to die at the hands of the dragon, the dragon suddenly let out a piercing roar.

Wen Shubai, sword and all, precisely pierced the dragon's throat and reverse scale. Blood splattered onto his face instantly. His left shoulder was a bloody mess, and his body trembled slightly, but his hand holding the sword did not waver at all.

Karmic fire surged wildly into the dragon's body through its wounds, while the other disciples lay weakly on the ground, watching as the dragon was gradually ignited and its icy shell began to crumble.

Wen Shubai's body was extremely weak. The left side of his body was completely frozen, and his throat was filled with the taste of blood.

The dragon kept screaming, and just as its heart was about to be destroyed by Wen Shubai's karmic fire, it unleashed a strong survival instinct, and the dragon's tail lashed wildly at Wen Shubai beside it.

At the moment the dragon was burned to death, a dull sound echoed from the ground. The sound of Wen Shubai's ribs breaking was exceptionally clear in the quiet underground. The enormous impact sent him plunging into the darkness.

"Senior Brother!"

The other disciples were also extremely weak. They wiped the blood from their mouths and struggled to their feet.

With triangular eyes staring into the bottomless abyss, his voice hoarse, he said, "Our senior brother isn't coming back. Let's go."

Ji Chaoxi clutched her bag anxiously: "They'll come back. We haven't gone down to look for them yet."

"Our senior brother protected us so well just now, and now that he's fallen, we can't just abandon him, can we?"

Ji Chaoxi's eyes reddened with anxiety.

She was flipping through the ritual implements, wondering how she was going to get down. She didn't want to jump down directly, as she would break her leg.

When the other disciples heard Ji Chaoxi say this, they lowered their heads, but none of them said they wanted to go down and save Wen Shubai.

Who knows what's in the abyss? First, there was that dragon, what if there are even more ferocious monsters down there...?

"Then you can take me down there, I'll go save my senior brother myself!" Ji Chaoxi said angrily to them.

No one agreed to her request. The others remained silent, and finally, the man with the triangular eyes frowned.

"Junior sister, stop fooling around. Even if you go down, what difference will it make? The most important thing now is to hurry up and get reinforcements."

Ji Chaoxi was furious: "You can't just leave Senior Brother here like that! What if he gets eaten by a monster?"

"Besides, I have so many magical artifacts; what if I need them?"

Ji Chaoxi looked at them, her voice choked with emotion: "Let's rescue our senior brother. He's always been so good to us, and you're even from the same sect..."

The air was eerily still.

The disciple with the injured leg looked at Ji Chaoxi, who was constantly shedding tears, and remained silent for a while before saying, "Then... how about we go down and take a look? Anyway..."

"We're not going down!" the man with the triangular eyes suddenly declared, his face resolute yet his voice filled with compassion. "Although the dragon is dead, its blood will attract demonic beasts. Our senior brother sacrificed himself for us; that's a noble act. If we stay here to die, we'll be betraying all the kindness he's shown us!"

There was a moment of silence, then soon the others chimed in.

"I think that makes a lot of sense..."

"If our senior brother were here, he would definitely let us go first."

"Let's hurry back now and ask the elders to save our eldest brother. There's definitely still hope for him."

They didn't dare look at the abyss even once; they moved very quickly, almost as if they were fleeing in panic.

Ji Chaoxi stared blankly at their retreating figures, then wiped away her tears.