Chapter 117 Escort the freshmen into the inner courtyard.
Zi Yan's smile was as bright as a flower, with tears of excitement flashing in her eyes, "It's what we should do if we can help the elders."
Xiao Chong looked pleased, "Seeing you recover is the greatest reward for us."
The three of them smiled at each other, and the scene was particularly harmonious.
The wind and sand in the desert were raging, and the setting sun on the horizon was like blood, dyeing the boundless desert with an eerie red.
The old man in black robe had a stooped figure and a cold smile on his lips. His eyes stared into the distance through the slits in his cloak. The scar on his chest seemed to still hurt, reminding him of the shame of his previous fight with Xiao Chong.
"Xiao Chong, I will repay the injury you gave me tenfold." The old man in black robe whispered, his tone full of hatred and unwillingness. Just as the thoughts of revenge were swirling around, a weak soul stumbled away from the edge of his sight, looking extremely helpless.
The black-robed old man's eyes lit up, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey. He accelerated his pace without hesitation and approached the soul body. The soul body seemed to feel the danger and ran away even more panicked, but in the end it was in vain.
"Hmph, you're just a wandering soul, you want to escape from my grasp?" The old man in black robe snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to grab, and the powerful soul power turned into an invisible net, instantly wrapping the soul body in it.
With a burst of painful wailing, the soul body was mercilessly devoured by him, and the aura of the old man in black robe was obviously strengthened.
The black-robed old man caressed his chest with satisfaction. The energy brought by the soul body he had just swallowed was gradually integrating with his body, and an unprecedented powerful force surged in his body. A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with desire for a more powerful existence.
"The souls in this world are just nourishment for my use after all." The old man in black robe whispered to himself, his voice full of unquestionable confidence. After saying that, he closed his eyes and relaxed his whole body, as if he was enjoying the pleasure brought by this increase in strength.
A moment later, when the old man in black robe opened his eyes again, his eyes became extremely sharp, like the brightest stars in the night sky. He took a deep breath, and his body suddenly turned into a rolling black mist, which quickly spread and covered the sky and the sun. Even the raging wind and sand in the desert were suppressed by this force and did not dare to move rashly.
"It's time to leave. There is nothing left worth my nostalgia in this desolate land." The voice of the old man in black robes echoed in the black mist, with a hint of boredom and impatience in his tone.
Like an awakening giant beast, the black mist began to move slowly over the desert. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be sucked out, leaving a dead silence. Finally, this mysterious black fog found a faint trace of a space crack, plunged into it without hesitation, and disappeared without a trace.
Canaan College has a long history. The stone buildings are covered with traces of time, and the towering ancient trees cover the quiet paths. In the center of the college, a huge square was bustling with people. Young talents from all walks of life gathered together, wearing uniforms of the college, and they were talking intensively. Their faces were filled with desire and excitement for unknown challenges.
"Hey, I heard that even the dean has to personally review this inner court selection. Is it true?" A young man with short hair and a cunning look in his eyes asked his companions. "That goes without saying! Being able to enter the inner courtyard is an opportunity that we outer courtyard disciples dream of." His companion rubbed his nose with a hint of longing in his tone, "As long as you pass the selection, you can learn more advanced fighting qi techniques and Martial skills make people’s blood boil just thinking about them.”
At this time, a young man wearing a dark green gown, with a resolute face and sharp eyes like an eagle stood among the crowd. It was Xiao Chong. He received the secret order from Elder Su Qian. Although he felt heavy about the responsibility he was about to assume, he was more excited to try it out.
"Everyone, be quiet!" A deep and powerful voice sounded, and everyone immediately fell silent and turned their eyes to the podium. Elder Su Qian, a white-haired but energetic old man, stood on the stage with a hint of kindness in his majesty, "Today is the annual admission day of our Canaan College. Remember, no matter where you come from, He Fang, no matter what his background is, here, only strength speaks!"
As Elder Su Qian finished speaking, the crowd began to divide into groups in an orderly manner, preparing to embark on the journey to the inner courtyard. Xiao Chong looked around, and his eyes finally fell on several disciples from the outer courtyard with different looks, who would become his partners in this mission.
"Senior Brother Xiao Chong, how should we go? I heard that there may be monsters on the road." A pale and thin young man in the team asked cautiously.
Xiao Chong smiled slightly and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Don't worry, with me here, you will be safe and worry-free. However, real growth comes after experiencing ups and downs. I hope you can all seize this opportunity and face it bravely. challenge."
"Senior Brother Xiao Chong, I heard that this trip requires passing through the Black Corner Territory. The forces there are complicated. Can we...can we really pass smoothly?" The speaker was another disciple in the team. He was tall and had a look in his eyes. A bit worried, obviously afraid of the black angle domain he was about to enter.
Xiao Chong looked indifferent, with a calm smile on his face: "Although the Black Corner Territory is chaotic, most of them are clowns. Really powerful people will not easily provoke passers-by. As long as we keep a low profile and don't cause trouble, naturally I can travel safely. Moreover, with me, Xiao Chong, I don’t care about the Black Corner Region.”
After hearing this, everyone looked calmer and their confidence doubled. Especially the thin young man who asked the question at the beginning, his eyes shone with admiration. It seemed that at this moment, Xiao Chong's image became taller in his heart.
The group officially set off, and the scenery along the way changed, from lush forests to desolate Gobi, and every step was full of unknowns and challenges. Occasionally they encountered a few low-level monsters on the road, but under the leadership of Xiao Chong, the disciples cooperated tacitly and not only successfully repelled the monsters, but everyone's actual combat experience was also significantly improved.
After several days of trekking, the outline of the Black Corner Domain gradually came into view. It was a wasteland made of black rocks. There was a gray atmosphere in the sky, which seemed particularly depressing.
"This is the Black Corner Territory. Everyone, brace yourself, remember what I said before, and keep a low profile." Xiao Chong's voice was steady and powerful, adding a bit of peace of mind to the team.
The group of people walked carefully through the edge of the Black Corner Territory, trying to avoid conflict with those forces. However, fate seemed not to let them pass so easily. On a seemingly ordinary afternoon, a sudden strong wind rolled up the yellow sand and completely obscured the sight of the group.
"No, there's an ambush!" Xiao Chong was keenly aware of the murderous aura lurking in the air, and quickly waved his hand to warn everyone.
(End of chapter)