This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered-Chapter 707 - 600: Bluffing Through_2

But regardless of his past deeds or the image of his sect, He Zhiqing could not afford to exhibit any loss of composure; hence, he sometimes envied characters like Liang Yi with their carefree and casual demeanors.

At least from He Zhiqing's observations, Liang Yi appeared mild-mannered, akin to him, but that was merely a facade. In reality, Liang Yi was an unabashedly free-spirited individual, indifferent to everything except what he truly cared about.

Even sometimes He Zhiqing felt, in this world, apart from Su Youyi, Liang Yi regarded everything else with a measure of detachment.

This feeling arrived without reason, yet He Zhiqing trusted this intuition immensely.

The bond between Liang Yi and him was sincere, devoid of any falsehood, and they could be considered good brothers. But if forced to choose between Su Youyi and the world, He Zhiqing believed Liang Yi would undoubtedly choose Su Youyi.

He Zhiqing didn't dislike, in fact, even admired Liang Yi's indifferent and unreserved nature, which was well-concealed. This meant only a few things could bind Liang Yi, enabling him to follow his heart in everything he did.

"This time in the Abyss, Brother He, you can let go a bit, since no one will recognize you anyway."

Liang Yi, oblivious to He Zhiqing's meaningful gaze, instead offered a light-hearted response.

Looking at the others, Pang Qingshi's cool temperament hadn't changed much, but his exquisite features had turned quite plain, just like an ordinary female disciple in the sect.

Ke Mengzhan's attractiveness had not diminished significantly; although with a new face, he still looked like a handsome Sword Cultivator. However, he retained a cool demeanor, naturally speaking less to get more sleep, unlike He Zhiqing who had gone from one extreme to another.

And Wan Tinggui, during operations in the Abyss, had her own distinct look; her mysterious and profound aura fully contained, her proud demeanor had become ordinary, hands on hips, she came across more like a petulant sect miss.

Liang Yi had reason to believe that Wan Tinggui's façade was inspired by Liu Rouxin's demeanor and even her elegance…

As for Mr. Orange, he had transformed from a plump orange cat to a cute little white tiger, with round, shiny eyes, irresistibly adorable, nearly twin to the White Tiger.

Liang Yi cheered inwardly, basically wrapping himself in White Tiger's skin and stepping out.

At Liang Yi's repeated behest, Mr. Orange quite reluctantly shifted from the White Tiger to a striped tiger.

"Disengage the array, follow me!"

After triple-checking for accuracy, only then did Wan Tinggui take a deep breath and spoke.

Pang Qingshi nodded, his delicate and pale fingers danced through the air like butterflies among flowers, drawing out myriad threads from the surrounding Void as if unraveling a knitted sweater.

And when the very last thread was pulled, Liang Yi and the others witnessed the Heavenly Mechanism restored back to the natural order of heaven and earth.

Heavenly Avoidance Nine Mysterious Array, disengaged!

Dozens of miles from the Abyssal Rift, the ferocious Abyss Cultivators tasked with defending the area yawned out of sheer boredom.

The yawning Cultivator seemed to be a Body Cultivation Practitioner, with a fierce appearance and a robust build. His companion in guarding this place was pale-faced with an elegant demeanor, currently immersed in closed-eye cultivation, drawing streams of Spiritual Power into his body with his Cultivation Technique, indicative of a Daoist Practitioner.

Both appeared to be at the peak of the Sixth Realm, their presence here a bit of overkill.

With the rift being so large, and this location being merely one of dozens of entryways, it used to be busier due to several battlefields in the vicinity.

But ever since they received orders to fall back and defend the Abyssal Rifts, the most frequented ones were those that directly confronted the Mystical Mechanism army; this place, absent of any special circumstances, seldom had visitors.

This time, it was said that some Mystical Mechanism Cultivators stubbornly attempted to infiltrate the Abyss, which brought forth a surge of activity.

Sadly, without accomplishing anything, they all scampered away moments ago, prompting him to roll his eyes in disdain.

"Ugh... I really want to break the slick necks of those Mystical Mechanism Cultivators on the battlefield!"

The brutish Body Cultivator named Qian Cong lamented with a sigh of regret as he tilted his neck, cracking it with a series of pops.

"Rather than complaining, why not courageously abandon your duties and head to the battlefield? It would be more useful than whining."

Daoist Practitioner Sun Zhou, who was cultivating with closed eyes, casually remarked.

"Heh, you just want me to die!"

Qian Cong scoffed disdainfully, casting a sidelong glance at Sun Zhou.

Abandon responsibilities? Even with a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare.

In this dog-eat-dog Abyss, where might is right, you do as instructed. If you can't fight back, obey; disobedience means death!

"Too scared to flee, too scared to die, what a coward!"

Sun Zhou seemed equally bored, practising his cultivation while casually passing the time chatting with this simpleton.

Before Qian Cong could retort in anger, several beams of light suddenly descended from the sky, abruptly arriving in front of them.

The unexpected turn of events did not catch them off guard; as soon as the beams of light appeared, the cultivating Sun Zhou opened his eyes, his icy blue pupils seeming to harbor howling winds and snow.

This scene was no illusion; the moment Sun Zhou opened his eyes, the desolate and parched Beimo was transformed instantaneously, blanketed by a sweeping blizzard!

Qian Cong also reacted swiftly, activating the site's defensive Array the moment he sensed someone's presence. He stood vigilantly beside the Daoist Practitioner, eyeing the newcomers warily.