If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

The moment Su Qingying burst into the chaotic rock forest, Mo Chengyue was putting the last spiced peanut into his mouth.

Crunchy.

He leisurely patted the crumbs off his hands, his gaze falling on the stumbling white figure, and he couldn't help but smile.

Here it comes!

The female protagonist, burdened with numerous debuffs, ventured into the safe zone of the beginner village.

He knows this script very well.

It has to be said that Du Jingxing and his group are quite something; they actually managed to push this icy beauty from Biyun Peak to this point.

At this moment, Su Qingying had completely lost the aloof and ethereal aura she usually exuded, keeping everyone at arm's length.

Her snow-white long dress was torn in several places, covered in mud and blood, and clung messily to her body, outlining her breathtakingly beautiful curves.

The frost on that stunningly beautiful face was gone, replaced by a sickly flush.

Her once clear, deep phoenix eyes became misty, filled with panic and confusion.

She was breathing heavily, her full chest heaving violently, and sweat soaked the hair at her temples.

This added a sense of fragility and vulnerability to her that would never have appeared before.

Tsk tsk.

If her admirers outside saw her like this, their hearts would probably be shattered into QR codes.

Mo Chengyue admired the "Beauty Covered in Dust" painting with great interest, his heart unmoved, and he even wanted to give it a thumbs up.

This live-streamed chase drama, complete with 3D surround sound, is far more exciting than those storybooks in the library.

This melon is guaranteed to be ripe!

He blended into his environment like a stubborn rock, maximizing his ability to conceal his presence and minimizing his own urgency.

He was just a passerby, purely there to watch the show.

Following closely behind were three rabid dogs on steroids.

Du Jingxing and his two lackeys were also in a delicate state at the moment.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their faces were flushed, and their breathing was heavy, like bellows.

He exuded a manic aura, driven by alcohol and hormones.

They weren't running very fast, and were even a little unsteady, but their lewd chuckles could be clearly heard from a great distance.

"Run! Su Qingying! Run again!"

"Little girl, you've got good stamina! Let's see if you can run just as fast in bed later!"

The language was foul and offensive, and it was unbearable to hear.

Mo Chengyue frowned slightly.

It wasn't because of what the other person said, but because he keenly sensed that something was wrong with the three of them.

His cold gaze swept over them, like the most sophisticated instrument, quickly scanning the data of the three people into his brain.

A knowing smile curved his lips.

His previous pranks were incredibly effective.

The formation he had "sunshine-ified" did not weaken Du Jingxing and his group.

Instead, it transformed the medicinal power of the pills that aroused their desires into a violent spiritual force that stimulated their blood and amplified their senses.

simply put.

The combat power hasn't dropped much, but the CPU is almost burnt out.

They all turned into beasts acting on instinct, brimming with aggression and destructiveness, but their minds were no longer functioning properly.

Mo Chengyue's gaze returned to the white figure fleeing in a disheveled state ahead.

His analysis was calm and ruthless, devoid of any personal emotion.

First, Su Qingying has reached her limit.

With the spiritual energy nearly depleted, the aftereffects of activating the secret technique to break the formation began to appear, with needle-like stinging pains emanating from all parts of the meridians.

Even worse, the poisonous fog she had inhaled earlier was now taking advantage of her weakened state, running rampant through her meridians.

Her mind was beginning to blur, and she was clinging on only by her last instinct for survival and her hatred for the group of people behind her.

Mo Chengyue judged that she could only run another 500 meters at most before she would completely lose her mobility and become fish on a chopping board.

Second, the situation of Du Jingxing's side.

Du Jingxing himself is in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and his cultivation level is still intact.

Although his mind was not very clear, his true energy was abundant, and his destructive power remained undiminished.

However, Mo Chengyue is not yet clear about the method and approach of his cultivation, and there are certain unknown variables.

As for his two lackeys who were in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, although they were also in a state of excitement, they were ultimately just cannon fodder and not worth fearing.

The most critical point.

Through observation, Mo Chengyue was 100% certain that Du Jingxing's purpose was not to kill.

What he wanted was to capture her alive, to humiliate her, and to completely destroy Su Qingying's pride.

This provided Mo Chengyue with an absolute guarantee of safety, ensuring that his subsequent actions would not violate the sect's strict rules.

My own analysis, a perfect closed loop!

A calculating smile curled at the corners of Mo Chengyue's lips.

He likes the feeling of having everything under control.

He watched the chase below with great interest.

"You bitch! Try running again!"

Du Jingxing shouted wildly from behind, deliberately slowing down his pace to enjoy the thrill of his prey struggling in despair.

Su Qingying ignored them completely. She bit her pale lips and, with her last bit of willpower, traversed the complex stone forest.

She was already delirious.

Everything in front of me began to distort and appear as double images.

She could only rely on instinct, running towards wherever it looked complicated or where she could hide.

Mo Chengyue's gaze passed over the panicked Su Qingying and fell deeper into the stone forest.

There, in a narrow canyon, towering cliffs rise on both sides, with only a narrow passage in the middle that can only accommodate two or three people side by side.

A narrow sliver of sky.

This terrain is practically a natural dead end.

A prey that is out of its mind and in a state of panic is most likely to choose a place that seems to have only one path to take.

Because it gives her the illusion that "she'll be safe once she gets there."

Mo Chengyue quickly made a strategic prediction.

That will be the final place where Su Qingying is caught and captured.

That will be the perfect opportunity for me, the "wildcatcher," to officially enter the game and reap all the rewards!

Can't wait any longer.

If I wait any longer, and that idiot Du Jingxing actually traps everyone inside, it will seem a bit contrived for me to show up again.

The essence of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress is simply "just passing by".

A glint flashed in Mo Chengyue's eyes, and he no longer hesitated.

He leaped off the rock, landing silently, like a falling leaf.

Instead of taking the main road that Su Qingying and Du Jingxing had been following, he decisively chose another, more secluded and rugged path.

Its figure moved like a ghost, swiftly traversing the shadows of the rocks, silently making its way into the interior of the narrow passage.

His speed was far superior to Du Jingxing's, who was playing a cat-and-mouse game.

A few minutes later.

Mo Chengyue had already arrived at the depths of the First Line Sky Canyon ahead of time.

He looked around and was very satisfied with the terrain.

It was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and convenient to set up ambushes; it was practically a stage tailor-made for him.

Without wasting any time, he immediately took out various materials from his storage bag.

Flags, talismans, carving knives, and some oddly shaped metal parts.

His hands moved so fast that afterimages appeared as he rapidly carved intricate and obscure array patterns on the stone walls on either side of the narrow passage and on the floor of the narrow passage.

This is not a single formation.

It is a complex formation consisting of a defensive formation, a maze formation, an illusion formation, and a small killing formation, all interconnected and linked together.

He arranged it with extreme ingenuity; all the array patterns were perfectly integrated into the natural texture of the rock, and without careful observation, no clues could be found.

However, this formation is currently just an empty shell that has not yet been completed.

A magnificent stage that can never be started.

Because its most crucial core, the "array eye" that serves as the source of spiritual energy and the activation switch, is still held in Mo Chengyue's hands.

What he was waiting for was the best "moving point of attack".

A sacrifice that allows the entire drama to be performed perfectly according to his script.

Mo Chengyue pressed the last talisman, which he had used as a catalyst, deep into a crevice in a boulder.

Outside the canyon, Du Jingxing's wild laughter and Su Qingying's increasingly faint breathing could already be faintly heard.

He clapped his hands, a hunter's smile appearing on his face—cold and expectant.

"bring it on."

"The stage is set, and we're just waiting for you main characters to make your appearance."