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At the summit of Dubu Mountain, Qi Xiaomian looked down from the crevice, where the scene resembled an active volcano. Thick black smoke billowed up, a sign of the molten lava below, occasionally spitting out rocky debris that landed beside the crevice, gradually accumulating into dark gray stones over time.
The air here was no longer fragrant; instead, a choking sulfur stench invaded his senses, making it hard to breathe. Even with the magical patterns blooming on his face, Qi Xiaomian struggled to endure it.
He quickly activated his Magic Technique to resist the foul air. Once he felt a bit better, he glanced around at the Common People of Ginger, who were rushing forward like dumplings eager for death. Behind him, someone impatiently shoved him forward, their eyes unfocused and movements rough and frantic.
Qi Xiaomian grabbed the person pushing him and stuffed something into their mouth before shoving them into the crevice. Then he pulled another person close, either stuffing something into their mouth or tucking it into their clothing to ensure nothing fell out. Qi Xiaomian operated his Cultivation Method, moving in a large circle, stuffing items and pushing people without pausing for a moment.
Phantom couldn't help but tease him. "You really know how to play the part. Just before this, I saw you pouring your heart out in front of that woman, and now you’re acting all ambitious and foolish in front of me. Now I see your ruthless side."
He clicked his tongue in mockery. "I thought you might save someone out of kindness, but it turns out they were doomed from the start. You seem eager for them to die even faster, kicking them along for good measure."
Qi Xiaomian threatened back, "Do you want to be kicked down too?"
Phantom immediately fell silent and let out a small sigh of relief; it seemed this man intended to spare him.
As for what he had done, Qi Xiaomian felt no guilt at all. Since those people were destined to die and were irrelevant to him, why bother trying to save them? It was better to let them meet their fate.
He had filled the Cursed Dragon's snacks with various hidden items—poisons, curses, deadly talismans, and killing tools among others. All these methods were set up with a predetermined timing in mind, secretly accumulating in number while waiting for the right moment.
Yet even with such preparations in place, doubt lingered in their hearts; no divine method could destroy the Cursed Dragon. These little tricks were merely intended to create some resistance at a critical moment.
Once he felt he had thrown enough items into the crevice, Qi Xiaomian leaped down. Indeed, after descending about ten meters, the lava scenery and those foul odors vanished.
Hiding among the falling crowd, Qi Xiaomian quickly found a sheltered crevice in the rocky wall. Once steadying himself, he began to survey the situation regarding the Cursed Dragon below.
A massive maw occupied most of the crevice; with each breath came a long-unwashed stench that assaulted his senses. He could vaguely see the head of the Cursed Dragon—its features were severely damaged. One eye was dull gray while the other was covered in wounds; it clearly lacked horns. Those unaware of its true nature might mistake it for some unseemly snake lurking in a gutter.
In a small space not occupied by the Cursed Dragon's head, Qi Xiaomian noticed Misha signaling from underground. She was informing him that most of their plans had fallen through.
This wasn't surprising news but still disheartening.
Misha then signaled again to indicate her next steps and advised him to keep an escape route open.
Returning to the palace would be a long journey; although they possessed great skills, there was no way to evade a counterattack from the Cursed Dragon. A single flick of its tail could annihilate them all. It would be better to break through from the crevice and set up more obstacles along the way for a higher chance of success.
Qi Xiaomian carefully navigated between rock walls, ensuring that every placement was precise and accurate.
At this moment, Sang Qingxiao was also busy.
According to Phantom's information about this fire-element dragon, Old Vine had made arrangements while sending off the children outside.
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