Chapter 304

The lanterns outside the Yiyou Tower swayed, and as the bright and soft wicks flickered gently, passing underworld officials knew that Lady Meng Po was about to return.

"If you knew that Lady Meng Po had returned, you would be annoyed that you left before her." "Eh? You just returned from the human world of the small world?" As the male underworld official in the long robe spoke, his long tongue inadvertently spit out from the corner of his mouth.

The female official, dressed like a career woman, replied, "Yes, every world has its dress code." She then turned her head and saw his tongue sticking out, quickly reminding him:

"Quickly shut your tongue, or you'll scare Lady Meng Po and get fired! Right now, there's a bunch of souls in the underworld who refuse to reincarnate and are eyeing our jobs! I don't know where this news came from, but everyone's been too scared to slack off lately."

The underworld official in the long robe quickly tidied himself up and then breathed a sigh of relief. "Lady Meng Po will be back soon. Let's pretend to be passing by and say hello. We're sure to get a response from Lady Meng Po."

Lingwu overheard the discussion between the two underworld officials from a distance, but still greeted them with a smile.

"Greetings, Your Excellency," the two underworld officials said respectfully.

Lingwu simply replied, feigning ignorance, "I'm fine." She added at the end, "The task is arduous; you two have worked hard."

"It's not hard work! It's not hard work!" They were both at a loss and excited.

Lingwu smiled and walked away from them.

The lanterns on the other side of the river in the Yiyou Tower no longer sway, and their soft glow is now even brighter.

Lingwu raised her hand and touched the lantern on the other shore. The petals slowly curled up at the tips as if she were shy.

Upon seeing this, Lingwu sighed softly, "It has actually developed some intelligence."

Thinking of what the underworld official had just said, and recalling how Yan Wang was busy with his affairs but always managed to find time to visit the small world, he realized that Yan Wang was always busy with his affairs.

The people in the underworld didn't know why, but she knew why Yan Wang went to the small world.

Lingwu withdrew her fingertips and lowered her eyes.

He wanted to find the heart that she had once discarded.

She and Yan Wang were born at almost the same time, but she discarded the heart of a god at the moment of her birth, which is why she is the only one in the three thousand worlds without any emotional attachments.

She was born from the very essence of heaven and earth, and also exists because of the sorrow and suffering of all lovers in the world. If there were any emotional ties, they would only hinder her progress, so she simply discarded them from the very beginning to avoid causing injustice to the deceased.

Ling Wu stepped into the Tower of Forgotten Worries. Her white dress and white hair exuded a soft glow, which was most likely to make the ghosts lower their guard.

But Yan Wang was unaware that she had not discarded the heart, but rather used divine power to erase it, making it impossible to retrieve.

Her path will not stop for anyone, and that divine heart will never become a possibility that might disturb her in the future.

The lanterns on the other side of the river swayed gently in front of the building. Lingwu composed herself, her fingertips brushing across the table, whereupon two cups of tea appeared.

This time, the resentful spirit comes from the world of cultivation.

In the cultivation world, mortals are tested at the age of five to see if they have spiritual roots, and the classification of spiritual roots is very strict.

The more spiritual roots one has, the worse one's talent is; conversely, the fewer spiritual roots one has, the higher one's talent is, and the smoother one's cultivation path will be.

Although the original Ji Lingwu came from a minor noble family, she was found to have a mutated ice-type spiritual root from a young age, so the Ji family gathered the power of a generation of noble families to support her cultivation alone.

She joined the Tianyi Sect and within a hundred years cultivated to the Tribulation Transcending stage, becoming the sect's living symbol and the master of one of its peaks.

Once they cultivate to the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm and undergo the Heavenly Tribulation, they can ascend to the true Immortal Realm.

But just as she was preparing to undergo her tribulation, she was betrayed by her only beloved disciple, Bai Yu. She was only momentarily stunned before she decided to retaliate and kill him.

What's terrifying is that this disciple, who is only at the Nascent Soul stage, can produce countless treasures, many of which even contain immortal power.

While she was fighting off the heavenly lightning and trying to deal with the traitors under her command, she discovered that Bai Yu had been practicing a technique she had never taught her without her knowledge.

That technique was clearly not orthodox, but after a brief contact with it, it completely absorbed the spiritual power that she had stored to resist the heavenly lightning.

Afterwards, she failed to transcend the tribulation. Although she still had the pressure of the tribulation stage on her face, she was secretly threatened by Bai Yu and became his furnace.

As long as one cultivates, one will be absorbed by the white.

When her spiritual roots were exhausted and she could no longer cultivate, Bai Yu killed her with his own hands.

Sensing something was amiss, the Ji family came to their door but to no avail. On their way back, they were also wiped out by Bai Yu on the grounds that they could not leave any future troubles.

After Ji Lingwu's death, Tianyi Sect also sensed something was wrong. Just as they were about to deal with Bai Yu, Bai Yu had unknowingly reached the Tribulation Transcending stage and even took out many immortal artifacts to exchange for a way out.

The Tianyi Sect had already lost an arm due to the loss of its original master, and in order to maintain its reputation as the number one sect, it had no choice but to suppress its anger and accept the treasure.

Even when Bai Yu ascended to heaven, he still adhered to the principle of "wildfire cannot burn it out, the spring breeze blows and it grows again". He used the tribulation lightning and the immortal artifacts and magic treasures in his hands to destroy the Tianyi Sect. Thus, Bai Yu ascended to the upper realm.

As Ling Wu pondered, a woman in a light blue dress knelt down below her.

Her skirt was tattered and torn, stained with bloodstains of varying ages.

She kowtowed without raising her head or getting up, saying, "I asked him that during the time I was controlled and imprisoned by him."

"I asked him if it was because I treated him harshly that he hated me so much."

"But he said that if he encountered any obstacles on his path to ascension, he would surely eliminate them."

"But when have I ever stopped him?"

"Then he laughed and said, 'My pure ice-type spiritual power is the original sin, my possession of the ice-type spiritual root is the original sin, and my lack of vigilance towards my disciples is the original sin.'"

"Ice-type spiritual power is the purest in the world, making it the best vessel for cultivation. It's also the type he can absorb without worrying about the consequences, so he chose me."

She didn't choke up or cry, and she didn't even explain with a trace of emotion.

“When he was young, he was dressed in rags and had bloodstains on his body when he joined the sect. He only had a mixed five spiritual roots. The entire cultivation world laughed at him, but I was the only one who picked him up and took him back to the peak to raise him.”

"Even though he later somehow became a Chaos Spiritual Root, the strongest spiritual root in ancient times, I still treated him the same as before."

"But now that I think about it, given his personality, I'm afraid he probably resented me from the very beginning."

“He hates that I once condescended to give him charity,” she murmured calmly. “He thinks I was giving him charity.”

Lingwu handed her a cup of tea, saying, "You haven't had hot tea in a long time."

"Thank you." She thanked him and accepted the tea with trembling fingers. Only when she lowered her head to drink the tea did a tear fall into the teacup, creating a ripple on the surface of the tea, which she then swallowed.

"What is your wish?" Ling Wu asked gently.

The woman finally revealed all her resentment and grievances under Ling Wu's questioning: "I killed him in my second life. Later I learned that he had many ways to protect himself, and that there was also a remnant soul of a demonic cultivator from the upper realm in his sea of ​​consciousness to help him."

"Then I..."

"Then I will make him willingly face death! I will make him suffer all kinds of hardships on his smooth path of cultivation!"

"I beg you to protect my Ji family; they are innocent."

Ling Wu nodded and asked, "What about the sect?"

She wiped away her tears before saying, "The sect is not just my sect. In this world, profit comes first. They are indifferent but innocent."

"allow."

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The ancient house was shrouded in demonic energy, and the entire family, including their black dog, perished there.

The eight-year-old boy stared with his large, obsidian-like eyes, his face filled with fear, tears streaming down his face.

The black-robed figure holding the sword slowly approached him. The figure was indistinct, and even the hand gripping the sword hilt was unclear.

The boy huddled in the corner, watching all of this.

But the next instant, a black-robed man wearing a mask suddenly appeared in front of him!

The mask was black, with a gilded edge.

Bai Yu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he blurted out, "Who exactly are you?"

The man in black held the tip of his sword to his throat, asking instead of answering, "Little brat, do you want to live?"

Black mist slowly rose from Bai Yu's eyes. "If I say I don't want to, will you let me go?"

A smile curved her lips beneath the dark gold mask.