At this moment, Xiaolongnü was filled with anxiety, desperately hoping the group members in the chat could arrive quickly.
She was burning with impatience and immediately sent a message in the group.
Xiaolongnü: “Everyone, are you here yet? I’m already hearing movement behind me—there’s a high chance that Zhen Zhibing, the one Lu Yu mentioned, has appeared!”
Lu Yu: “Xiaolongnü, don’t worry! We’ve already arrived in your world and are on our way!”
Xiaolongnü: “Okay, I’m counting on all of you!”
Seeing Xiaolongnü’s plea for help, Lu Yu’s expression turned grave as he looked toward Lu Xueqi, Zhang Sanfeng, and the others.
“The situation is urgent. We’ll split up and search for Xiaolongnü immediately! If we’re late, she’ll be defiled by that beast!”
Lu Xueqi gave a slight nod and immediately released her spiritual sense.
In an instant, the scene within several hundred meters surged into her mind.
Very quickly, she detected the acupoint-sealed Xiaolongnü, and Zhen Zhibing approaching her.
Lu Xueqi’s expression changed slightly. She quickly turned and shouted to Lu Yu.
“I’ve found Xiaolongnü!”
Lu Yu’s heart tightened as he asked anxiously.
“Where?”
Lu Xueqi pointed to the right.
“Over there, about a hundred to two hundred meters away. Let’s move!”
As soon as she spoke, everyone’s figures flashed as they dashed in Xiaolongnü’s direction.
On the other side, Zhen Zhibing had already pulled a cloth from his sleeve and was covering Xiaolongnü’s head, about to commit a heinous act.
Suddenly, faint footsteps came from behind him.
He stiffened in fright and quickly turned his head—only to see his senior brother, Zhao Zhijing.
Zhao Zhijing’s gaze was ice-cold as he stared unflinchingly at Zhen Zhibing.
“Zhen Zhibing, what are you doing?”
Zhen Zhibing shrank back in fear from Zhao Zhijing’s gaze, his voice trembling.
“Senior Brother Zhao, why are you here?”
Zhao Zhijing let out a cold snort.
“I should be asking you that! This is the territory of the Ancient Tomb Sect, yet you’ve come here—what do you intend to do to Xiaolongnü?”
With that, he stepped forward menacingly.
Zhen Zhibing looked at Xiaolongnü, then back at Zhao Zhijing, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
He knew very well—if today’s events were exposed, he would be finished.
However, upon seeing the killing intent in Zhen Zhibing’s eyes, Zhao Zhijing remained utterly fearless.
Because he was no longer the original Zhao Zhijing—he was a transmigrator who had arrived in this world nearly a year ago.
For the past year, he had been lying low in the Quanzhen Sect, steadily growing stronger with the help of a system.
During this time, he had been closely monitoring Zhen Zhibing.
He knew that in the original story, Zhen Zhibing would violate Xiaolongnü.
But he hadn’t acted early to eliminate Zhen Zhibing—he had been waiting for this moment.
He wanted to strike when Zhen Zhibing made his move, then eliminate him and seize Xiaolongnü for himself.
After all, Zhao Zhijing had long coveted Xiaolongnü’s beauty.
Seeing Zhao Zhijing closing in step by step, Zhen Zhibing realized there was no turning back today.
He suddenly drew the sword from his waist and snarled,
“Zhao Zhijing, since you know everything, I can’t let you live!”
As soon as he finished, his figure blurred like lightning, lunging at Zhao Zhijing.
Zhao Zhijing looked at the oncoming Zhen Zhibing with disdain in his eyes.
If not for wanting to use him to confirm the timeline of this world, he would have dealt with him long ago.
As the sword light approached, Zhao Zhijing remained calm. He extended his right hand and caught the incoming blade in a firm grip.
Zhen Zhibing’s eyes widened in shock.
Zhao Zhijing spoke coldly.
“A mere ant, and you dare strike at me?”
With a slight squeeze, the sword instantly shattered.
Then, Zhao Zhijing flicked his finger. A shard of the broken blade turned into a cold gleam, piercing straight through Zhen Zhibing’s throat.
Zhen Zhibing didn’t even have time to react before collapsing to the ground, dead.
After eliminating Zhen Zhibing, Zhao Zhijing turned to look at Xiaolongnü, his eyes overflowing with undisguised lust.
He rubbed his hands together eagerly and said,
“Xiaolongnü, your Dao Lord has arrived. Enjoy it well!”
As he spoke, he strode quickly toward her.
Just then, a furious shout echoed through the forest:
“Stop right there!”
Zhao Zhijing halted mid-step, startled.
He hadn’t expected the back mountain of the Ancient Tomb Sect to be so lively tonight—not only himself and Zhen Zhibing, but others were present too.
‘The original novel didn’t have anyone else here!’
He thought in confusion, quickly turning toward the source of the voice.
Six figures streaked forth like phantoms.
Zhao Zhijing was filled with surprise.
“Who are these six? They weren’t part of the original storyline.”
He silently speculated—could his transmigration have triggered a butterfly effect? But he quickly composed himself.
After all, he possessed the Parasite System.
Through the fragmented soul seeds of the system, he could parasitize others, drawing on their internal energy, vitality, even martial comprehension.
Although he had only transmigrated a year ago, his strength had already reached the peak—number one under the heavens.
As the six figures drew near, Zhao Zhijing focused his gaze and saw that they consisted of four men and two women.
He paid little attention to the four men, but when his gaze landed on the two women, he froze on the spot.
Especially Lu Xueqi—she left him utterly awestruck. In that moment, his mind could only exclaim
“There truly exists such a stunning beauty in this world?”
Compared to her, even Xiaolongnü paled slightly.
Huang Rong’s beauty also dazzled him—each rivaling Xiaolongnü in her own way.
Seeing Zhao Zhijing’s fixated gaze on Lu Xueqi, Lu Yu’s eyes instantly turned cold. He shouted sternly.
“Who are you? How dare you trespass into the back mountain of the Ancient Tomb Sect? Do you not know this place is forbidden?”
Only then did Zhao Zhijing snap out of it. He gave Lu Xueqi a deep look, then turned and asked coldly,
“Who are you all? Why are you in the Quanzhen Sect’s territory?”
Lu Yu scrutinized him and shot back.
“Are you Zhen Zhibing or Zhao Zhijing?”
Zhao Zhijing’s heart skipped a beat. Observing their attire, he noted that while they wore ancient-style clothing, it differed subtly from that of this era. A dreadful thought arose in his mind, and he cried out in alarm.
“Who are you? I’ve never seen you before. You… you’re not from this world, are you?”
Lu Yu felt assured and spoke plainly.
“So you’ve guessed it. That’s right—we’re not from this world. And you—are you a transmigrator?”
Hearing Lu Yu’s admission, Zhao Zhijing’s gaze turned icy.
If these people were natives of this world, he wouldn’t have taken them seriously. But people from other worlds—that complicated things.
He narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice,
“I am Zhao Zhijing of the Quanzhen Sect. Why have you come here today?”
Lu Yu answered without reservation.
“Naturally—we’ve come to kill you!”