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Du Rui, an exceptionally forgetful reader, finds himself transmigrated into one of the top male harem stallion novels, but as the antagonist. Now inhabiting the role of Xue Xinyu, the cunning villain, Du Rui struggles to maintain his s...
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After vanquishing the last of the undead creatures that had threatened his disciples, Xue Xinyu hurried to catch up with them. The group had forged ahead, their pace brisk and determined, as if they had already reached their destination within minutes.
The mountain they aimed for loomed ahead, its massive silhouette dominating the horizon. Among the peaks of this region, it stood out not just for its size but also for its significance in the annals of the sect. Years ago, a rift had torn open here, an event now repurposed as a trial—a twist of fate that Xue Xinyu found ironically fitting.
In most tales, such trials occurred later, after much preparation and anticipation. The fact that it had begun prematurely filled Xue Xinyu with a sense of urgency to understand why things had gone awry ahead of schedule.
Touching down at a cave entrance high on the mountainside, Xue Xinyu scanned his surroundings, half-expecting to find others seeking refuge in the same sanctuary. The cave wasn't just a simple hollow but a winding tunnel that plunged deep into the heart of the mountain.
As he ventured deeper, the silence enveloped him like a thick blanket, broken only by the occasional rustle of small animals scurrying for cover. The contrast between the bright daylight outside and the oppressive darkness within lent an eerie atmosphere to the cavern's depths.
Periodically, he encountered minor undead impediments—low-level creatures that posed little threat. The vastness of the mountain reduced the likelihood of encountering more formidable foes, offering a temporary respite from the relentless battles he had just endured.
Yet, as he proceeded further into the labyrinthine tunnels, a strange sensation began to creep over him—a faint dizziness, accompanied by subtle traces of demonic energy lingering in the air. It was a whispering presence, guiding him deeper into the mountain's embrace, its source elusive yet compelling.
Huai Xiaozhun, aided by the enchanted necklace that facilitated tracking such ethereal streams of energy, found the task somewhat less daunting. However, the faintness of these energies puzzled him, raising doubts about the scale of the supposed "massive" rift he sought. Could there be multiple demons manipulating these qi flows, or had the sect leaders misjudged the situation?
These uncertainties only fueled his determination to uncover the truth. As he pressed onward, distant cries reverberated through the rugged terrain, their echoes bouncing off the stone walls of the mountainside. Whether these were the desperate calls of fellow cultivators or a cunning ploy by demons to ensnare him mattered little to Huai Xiaozhun. His skills were honed to handle both scenarios, and he continued his solitary journey towards the origin of these haunting sounds.
Suddenly, amidst the jagged landscape, Huai Xiaozhun detected a seismic disturbance—a rhythmic pounding of heavy footsteps that spoke of a substantial demon on the move. Swiftly assessing the situation, he sought shelter behind a massive boulder, strategically positioning himself to observe without being seen, prepared for whatever danger lurked ahead.
