I Ruined the Long Ao Tian Script
Chapter 102

I'm about to unleash my ultimate move.

Happiness is born from contrast. Xu Shulou leisurely glanced down at the chaotic, blood-soaked battlefield below before quickly averting her gaze.

The cultivators on the ground gritted their teeth as they fought off a swarm of blood-sucking longicorn beetles. After clearing the battlefield and dividing the spoils, they looked up at the floating celestial palace in the sky, their frustration mounting. Their indignation grew even stronger when they saw Bai Roushuang, who had fought valiantly and was now covered in insect blood.

Yet Bai Roushuang showed no signs of complaint. Instead, she called up to the palace, "Senior Sister, do you need any materials from these blood-sucking longicorn beetles?"

Hopeless. The others sighed inwardly.

"I don’t need them. You keep them," Xu Shulou’s amused voice drifted down.

With her senior sister’s approval, Bai Roushuang stored the materials in her Qiankun pouch, carefully wiped her face clean, and rejoined the group.

Not only did Xu Shulou refuse to join the fight, but she also occasionally interrupted from above with questions like, "Junior Sister, how much heat should I use to cook the mung bean milk soup?"

Bai Roushuang patiently replied, "Bring it to a boil first, then simmer on low heat."

Or sometimes the conversation went like this:

"Junior Sister, is the ending of the jade hairpin romance tragic or happy?"

Bai Roushuang thought for a moment. "It uses joyful scenes to convey sorrow."

Xu Shulou nodded and took a sip of the freshly made mung bean milk soup. The Mirage Celestial Palace truly lived up to its reputation as a 20,000-spirit-stone estate—it was fully stocked with all kinds of amenities, including a shelf filled with mundane romance novels from the mortal realm. Xu Shulou lounged on the plush bed, flipping through the pages, utterly at ease.

Someone finally couldn’t take it anymore. Mung bean soup? Romance novels? Did she think this was some leisurely spring outing? Just which sect had raised such a pampered young lady? He tugged Bai Roushuang aside and whispered, "We’re here on serious business. Even if your senior sister won’t help, at least tell her not to distract you."

But Bai Roushuang seemed oblivious to his concern. Instead, she earnestly defended Xu Shulou. "We’re not fighting right now. If a real battle breaks out, my senior sister definitely wouldn’t let me lose focus."

"…" Does your senior sister even have that kind of awareness?

Occasionally, Bai Roushuang would take the initiative to ask, "Senior Sister, we killed a giant cicada. Do you want to try some fried cicada meat?"

"No!" came Xu Shulou’s resolute refusal.

"Senior Sister, how about boiled giant silkworm pupae?"

"Absolutely not!"

The other cultivators eyed Bai Roushuang skeptically. "Is that thing even edible?"

"These are common delicacies in the mortal world. I’ve checked—aside from their size, these cicadas are no different from those in the mortal realm." Bai Roushuang handed over a piece of fried cicada meat. "Want to try?"

The man stared at the tender, golden-brown meat sprinkled with chili flakes. Not only did it look incredibly appetizing, but the aroma was irresistible. Unable to hold back, he took a bite. The burst of savory flavor stunned him for a moment before he devoured the entire piece, nodding in approval. "Delicious! Your cooking skills are amazing!"

The others crowded around curiously. "I’ve heard some mortals eat insects, but I never thought these creepy things could smell so good."

Seeing their interest, Bai Roushuang took out a small knife and shared portions with the brave souls willing to try. Everyone who tasted it praised it enthusiastically. They admired Bai Roushuang for her fearlessness in battle, her culinary talent, and her honest, good-natured personality. They couldn’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie—though it was a pity she wasn’t their junior sister but rather the "deadweight" floating above them, contributing nothing.

One even muttered to his companion, "They say good women often meet heartless men, and good men end up with fickle women. Who knew the same applies to master-disciple relationships? Such a fine junior sister stuck with such a useless, spoiled senior sister—what a waste of a gem."

Bai Roushuang didn’t hear that remark. She simply smiled at the compliments, feeling a pang of regret that her senior sister had missed out on such a delicacy. Unfortunately, there was nothing in this forest that would meet Xu Shulou’s refined tastes.

After enjoying fried cicadas and boiled silkworm pupae, the group pressed onward—until the most experienced among them suddenly signaled a halt. He swiftly swung his blade, cutting a sneaking midge in half, and muttered in annoyance, "These bugs usually stay in the middle of the forest. Why are they at the outskirts now?"

The others dismissed it as a stray insect and continued chatting cheerfully about which other bugs might be edible. But just a few steps later, a warning shout rang out—"Watch out!"—as a massive swarm of giant midges descended upon them.

The seasoned warrior gritted his teeth, a flicker of reluctance crossing his face before he activated a flame barrier. In an instant, a blazing dome erupted, illuminating the shadowy woods. The barrier was large enough to shield the entire group. The midges crashed into it relentlessly, bursting into crackling flames before sliding lifelessly to the ground.

After several breaths, the swarm had dwindled by half before finally retreating. The group exhaled in relief, thanking the warrior profusely. But judging by his pained expression, the flame artifact wasn’t something he could use indefinitely. What would they do if another attack came?

Grateful for his help, they promised to take turns using their own artifacts if another crisis arose. Yet the warrior hesitated. "Normally, after using this life-saving flame barrier, I’d retreat. But we’ve barely been in the secret realm for a day—we haven’t even reached the middle yet…"

His reluctance was clear. The others persuaded him to press on, though he now moved with far more caution than when they had first entered.

Not long after, they were ambushed by a wave of man-eating moths, their wings adorned with eerie ghostly patterns.

"Fire! Use fire!" Panicked, they scrambled for their artifacts—some burned the moths, others froze them, while a few hacked at them with weapons. Barely surviving the onslaught, they collapsed against a tree, gasping for breath.

Before they could recover, the tree’s leaves began rustling down. One landed on a male cultivator’s face. As he reached to brush it away, he let out a bloodcurdling scream, desperately clawing at his face. The others watched in horror as he tore off the "leaf," revealing a bloody hole in his forehead. Upon closer inspection, they realized these weren’t leaves at all—they were leaf-mimicking insects. The tree had long been stripped bare, the insects disguising themselves among the branches to deceive their prey.

"Run!"

But the experienced cultivator barked, "Don’t run—it’s too late! Fight!"

Before the leaf insects could be fully repelled, everyone heard a rustling sound from the ground, as if something with many legs was crawling toward them. The burly man wielding a cleaver shouted, "Centipedes—it must be the centipedes! Everyone, take to the air! Ignore the ones crawling on the ground for now and focus on the ones with wings!"

Bai Roushuang obeyed, blending into the crowd as she fought desperately against the leaf insects. The moment these creatures found an opening, they would leap at people's faces, extending their proboscises to stab viciously at their foreheads, as if intent on sucking out their brains.

These proboscises were originally meant for extracting tree sap, but perhaps all the nearby trees had already been drained dry. Now, the insects were clearly starving and ready to feed on anything they could sink their mouthparts into.

Fortunately, everyone reacted swiftly, and so far, no one had suffered irreversible harm.

Aware of the danger, the group quickly pulled out their most desperate techniques. One cultivator produced an exquisite lotus-shaped artifact and hurled it above the swarm. Instantly, crimson lotus flames erupted, scorching both the leaf insects and the centipedes.

The pressure eased momentarily, and just as they were about to catch their breath—even admiring the lotus artifact—they suddenly noticed a shadow looming overhead. A colossal beetle had appeared without warning, its solitary approach the only small mercy in the situation.

"Ironclad beetle! Its weak points are the abdomen and eyes!" an experienced cultivator reminded them. "A few of you, deal with it—the rest, keep fighting the leaf insects!"

Immediately, several cultivators flew up to distract the beetle, drawing its attention while Bai Roushuang seized the chance to dart toward its underbelly. She carefully dodged its flailing legs and drove her sword deep into its abdomen. A torrent of yellow-green fluid gushed out, drenching her face. Gritting her teeth, she held onto her sword and sliced a long gash across its belly. As its innards spilled out, the beetle collapsed to the ground, twitching violently before finally going still.

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Wave after wave of insect swarms assaulted them, leaving the group utterly exhausted. The cleaver-wielding man frowned, scanning their surroundings, and realized the trees around them were all withered—only camouflaged by the leaf insects earlier, so no one had noticed.

His expression darkened as he soared into the air. When he landed again, the others, still battling the remaining centipedes, hurriedly asked if he had discovered anything.

"The barrier in the sky… it has a slight crack."

"What?!" The group paled. If the insects here escaped, the consequences would be catastrophic. "Are you sure?"

The man nodded grimly. "Something felt off from the start. There are far more insects than when I last came. They must have reproduced too quickly—this secret realm’s vegetation can no longer sustain them, so they’re trying to break free."

"This is serious," someone muttered, and the group began considering retreat. "Let’s leave now and inform the major sects to handle this!"

"Right, let’s go!" No one wanted to gamble with their lives, so they immediately turned and flew toward the exit.

"Wait—" The experienced cultivator stopped them. "Something’s coming from that direction."

"What is it?"

Before he could answer, they no longer needed to ask. A vast swarm of locusts, like a rolling black storm, surged toward them. A locust plague in the mortal realm was terrifying enough, but these locusts were each as large as a grown man’s forearm. As they advanced, even the withered trees vanished instantly beneath their ravenous jaws.

"Run!"

Without hesitation, the group bolted in another direction—only to be cut off moments later by a massive mantis. It swung its scythe-like forelimbs at them, forcing the cultivators to dodge frantically. One slash struck a boulder behind them, leaving a clean, smooth cut through the solid rock.

They changed direction again, flying at full speed, only to realize in despair that they were surrounded. East, west, north, south—above and below—everywhere they looked, giant insects swarmed, their greedy gazes fixed on the group, ready to devour them one by one.

The cleaver-wielding man’s face turned ashen. "Life or death now! If anyone has a last-resort technique, use it now—no holding back!"

But their life-saving artifacts had already been exhausted in the earlier battles. What else could they possibly have left?

A few produced some remaining treasures, but against this overwhelming tide, they were nothing more than drops in the ocean. They exchanged helpless glances, seeing only despair in each other’s eyes.

Only Bai Roushuang remained calm, nodding decisively. "Alright, I’ll summon my trump card!"

A flicker of hope ignited in their dimming eyes as they turned to her in anticipation, waiting for her to produce some legendary artifact that could turn the tide.

Instead, Bai Roushuang simply cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted toward the sky—

"Senior sister! Save me!"

"…"

Damn it—this was her trump card?

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