Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3008: Image Overturned
Previously on Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability...
An Yilu, positioned deep within the foliage, was the one who launched the strike. Even though his Cultivation realm was the lowliest among his brethren, he maintained the ability to land a surprise hit.
He had kept his focus locked firmly on that malevolent woman throughout the skirmish!
It was only when the Little Junior Sister was struck down, wailing in agony, that the Ninth Senior Brother finally regained his senses. Immediately, a torrent of fury erupted, surging straight to his Tianling Cover.
How could the Bright Moon Sect possibly possess a disciple like this Little Junior Sister? His perception of the world was completely shattered.
He had assumed she was merely spiteful or perhaps prone to fits of petty jealousy toward her female peers, but he never imagined she could be so cruel to anyone who stood in her way!
Meanwhile, the Fifth Senior Brother was still fending off the vicious assaults of the demonic beast, which had been drawn to him by the potent scent of Beast-Attracting Powder.
Just as he exhaled in temporary relief, he cast an instinctive glance toward the Little Junior Sister, only to witness her—caked in that same Beast-Attracting Powder—dashing headlong toward the Ninth Junior Brother.
His pupils constricted in shock; he struggled to believe his own eyes.
Was this truly the same sensible, sweet, and delicate Little Junior Sister he had cherished in his heart? How could her soul be so twisted and vicious?
She had previously attempted to sacrifice him to the beasts, and now she was targeting the Ninth Junior Brother. Was it her goal to pull everyone down into the abyss with her? The girl he had so diligently protected had revealed a truly wretched nature.
The Ninth Junior Brother had done nothing to her, save for perhaps maintaining a distance when he grew tired of her presence.
“How could it come to this?”
In an instant, the idealized image of his Little Junior Sister crumbled. He found the transformation incomprehensible.
Yet, there was no luxury of time to ponder these betrayals, as the demonic beast lunged for him while the Little Junior Sister filled the air with her desperate, hypocritical pleas for rescue.
“Save me! Second Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother, help me! Do not let it follow me, stop it!”
The Little Junior Sister sprinted while sobbing, but within the dark recesses of her mind, she was seething with malice. These accursed brats were truly detestable.
Once she found safety, she would ensure the Second Senior Brother hunted them down, and she would personally see to it that they were strangled one by one!
The Fifth Senior Brother began to move forward on instinct, but upon seeing the Second Senior Brother already bolting toward her, he stopped dead in his tracks.
With the Second Senior Brother there to defend her, there was no reason for him to intervene.
Furthermore, the Second Senior Brother possessed a higher Cultivation level and would likely survive her treacherous games, whereas he might simply serve as her next convenient shield. He was happy to shield the Little Junior Sister, but he drew the line at dying for her sake.
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After an exhausting day, the remaining demonic beasts were finally slaughtered by the combined resolve of the group.
Although the threat was neutralized, the victory felt hollow; they were left battered and scarred. The Second Senior Brother had fared the worst, his hand nearly severed after being caught in the proximity of the rampaging beasts when the Little Junior Sister had pulled him into the fray.
The Little Junior Sister sat nearby, looking utterly wretched, her hair a tangled mess and her robes shredded.
“Senior Sister Jun, my supply of medicinal pills is completely depleted. Do you have any left? Hand them over.” She sat next to the Second Senior Brother and demanded, her tone dripping with entitlement.
She had long grown accustomed to leeching off her fellow Sect members; it was a habit born from a life where she was never denied.
“The Second Senior Brother is grievously wounded and requires those pills for his recovery.”
Yet, it was clear that this time, her demands would not be met.