Chapter 325

Bai Yu ignored him and continued to do as he pleased, saying, "If you are afraid, then leave my body."

The demon soul remained silent, not because he dared not refute, but because he simply hadn't heard him!

After he gave the warning, he sealed himself away deep within Bai Yu's sea of ​​consciousness to avoid the black-robed man's probing.

Ling Wu was standing not far behind Bai Yu at that moment.

The oppressive aura emanating from the giant spider that had destroyed her had not completely dissipated, and the terrifying presence kept the demonic beast guarding the spirit-repelling herb from making any rash moves.

It was clear that Lingwu had no intention of interfering, so the demon beast tentatively roared at the little thief who wanted to steal its treasure.

"Roar—" The sound carried a hint of caution.

The salty, fishy smell of the demonic beast sprayed all over Bai Yu's body, but his eyes were only on the spirit-repelling herb!

"Your spiritual root is weak, your strength is poor, and even your appearance is inferior to mine."

"How can a piece of trash with five spiritual roots be worthy of accompanying a Celestial Venerable!"

"He looks terrifying. Did he offend someone?"

"..." Countless mocking voices echoed in his ears, turning his eyes bloodshot.

He forced back the fear that made him want to run away amidst the roars of the monsters and reached out to touch the spirit-repelling herb.

Just as it was about to grasp the Spirit-Dispelling Grass, a few steps away, a distant demon beast, enraged, slammed its giant claw into the ground!

Bai Yu unleashed his spiritual power to resist the attack, and then plucked the Spirit-Dispelling Grass with a backhand!

However, the demon beast was powerful, and Bai Yu could not stand up after just one slap. He protected the spirit-repelling grass and fell to the ground to try to reduce his injuries.

But the monster's claws struck first, tearing his back until it was covered in blood!

Ignoring his injuries, Bai Yu gritted his teeth, took out a talisman, and turned to throw it at the monster.

The monster was unable to dodge in time and was trapped in place by the talisman.

Wu'a, who was watching the battle, noticed something was wrong. "Huh? The aura of this talisman doesn't seem to belong to the lower realm."

Ling Wu was not surprised to hear this.

The demonic soul resided within Bai Yu's body, and the two must have reached some kind of agreement, which is why the demonic soul taught him to draw talismans.

Seeing that Bai Yu was about to escape, Ling Wu glanced coldly at the demon beast.

The monster, which had been trapped in place and roaring angrily, suddenly fell silent after being looked at.

Upon hearing the monster shut up, Bai Yu still didn't dare to look back, suppressing his curiosity and running forward with all his might.

But then, behind them, came the sound of a sharp blade slicing through the void!

"call--"

The wind howled from behind Bai Yu, his pupils contracted, and he followed his sixth sense, turning his feet to dodge.

But the sharp blade seemed to be able to track him, and came toward his face again!

Bai Yu's hands surged with multicolored spiritual energy, which he then used to strike the spirit sword.

But the spirit sword effortlessly sliced ​​through his spiritual power, pierced through his first layer of defense, and then the second, the third...

Finally, after using all his life-saving methods, the spirit sword barely stopped an inch in front of his brow.

In that instant, the blood in Bai Yu's body almost boiled beneath his skin!

When the longsword was forced to stop by his spiritual power, a bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto his tattered disciple's robe.

This spirit sword is so familiar!

And this kind of mockery that left him unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance—it was all too familiar!

It's "her"!

Bai Yu could no longer hide his helplessness, and blood spilled from his lips and teeth.

The androgynous voice finally appeared: "Little brat, long time no see."

This voice would startle him awake instantly every midnight, leaving him drenched in cold sweat.

The spiritual sword pressed against his brow forced him to focus his remaining spiritual power on resisting it, leaving him no time to look at the man in black.

Even without looking at it, the image of the black robe and gilded mask had already appeared in his mind and lingered there.

Ling Wu approached slowly, asking with a light laugh, "Why don't you answer when I speak to you?"

"..." Bai remained silent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual sword in front of his brow gently, yet with an unstoppable pressure, approached his brow again.

At this point, it was firmly pressed against his brow!

The cold, sharp touch instantly made Bai Yu's hair stand on end, shattering his desire to resist and turning him into a complete joke.

He expended his spiritual power and used all his treasures to defend himself, but it was still no match for "her" displeasure.

"The little brat has grown up; he's definitely not as endearing as he was when he was little." Ling Wu sighed softly, then changed the subject:

"Then there's no point in living."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword hanging between Bai Yu's eyebrows suddenly unleashed an irresistible, overwhelming force.

Despite the oppressive aura, Bai Yu quickly spoke, "Long time no see!"

Ling Wu was finally satisfied. With a slight lift of her fingers, the spirit sword obediently returned to her hand.

Deprived of pressure, Bai Yu stumbled and fell to his knees.

"Cough cough..." He bent his back like a boiled shrimp, and the wounds on his back, torn by the monster, were also bleeding gruesomely.

He coughed violently toward the ground, looking as if he wanted to cough everything up.

Ling Wu didn't leave, but looked down to see how much longer he could cough.

After a short while, seeing that the man in black robes was not going to kill him, Bai Yu finally seemed to have coughed enough and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He swallowed the sweet taste that was still rising from his overuse of spiritual energy, and asked almost pleadingly, "Could you please not take this spirit-repelling herb this time?"

A smile played on Ling Wu's lips beneath her gilded mask as she spoke with a hint of smugness: "Little brat, that's not how you ask for favors."

Bai Yu suppressed the urge to vomit blood, pressed his tongue against his cheek, and, already kneeling on the ground, closed his eyes and kowtowed to Ling Wu.

After kowtowing, he did not rise, but pleaded, "Please."

"What do you want from me?" Ling Wu lowered her eyes.

Bai Yu lowered his head, his expression unreadable, but his voice was humbly as he said, "I beg Your Majesty to bestow this spiritual herb upon me."

"Then what can you offer in exchange?"

Bai Yu pursed his lips, trying to suppress the surging hatred, and took out some herbs he had obtained after entering the secret realm from his Qiankun bag.

Each time he took out a plant, Wu'a would explain its uses to Lingwu: "Spirit-replenishing herb. When spiritual energy is depleted and there are no pills available, it is the best herb to replenish spiritual energy."

"The 'Crying Gallbladder' can make a cultivator cry for seven days; it's a useless skill."

"Seven-star flower..."

"Sui Ling Grass..."

Under Lingwu's watchful gaze, Baiyu kept taking out medicinal herbs.

Until the very end, seeing that Ling Wu still showed no sign of wavering, he gritted his teeth and reluctantly took out a somewhat withered, vibrant red flower.

"This is all I have," he said in a low voice.

"Wow!" it exclaimed in surprise. "Eh? This is a dragon blood flower!" After saying that, it muttered to itself in confusion, "Strange, this dragon blood flower only appears in the birthplace of the ancient divine beast dragon. Could it be... that there are long-extinct dragons in this secret realm?"

After saying that, Lingwu picked up the withered dragon blood flower.

In Ji Lingwu's memories before her death in her second life, there was a dragon. It was when Bai Yu ascended to heaven that she saw a golden dragon soaring in the sky, taking the heavenly lightning for Bai Yu.

It turns out that Bai Yu obtained this divine pet in this secret realm.

As she pondered, the ring on her hand, holding the dragon blood flower, flashed for a moment, its dazzling light momentarily making Bai Yu, kneeling below, feel somewhat dazed.

For a fleeting moment, he thought of the Immortal Venerable.

The Immortal Venerable also wore a ring on his finger, but the Immortal Venerable and the man in black robes treated him in a completely different way.

Lingwu was unaware that he had considered her other identity. Only after Wu'a confirmed that it was a Dragon Blood Flower did he give the order, as if he had foreseen it:

"Give me the egg in your storage bag, and I will allow you to take this herb."

Bai gritted his teeth and snapped back to reality in an instant!

How could he have thought of the Immortal Venerable just by looking at this nasty black-robed man in front of him?

The egg in his storage bag was very important to him. If he had to choose between the egg and the spirit-repelling herb, he would choose the egg without hesitation!

How could he possibly hand that egg over to this man in black?

"No……"

But before he could utter a single word, the man in black robes pointed his sword at his throat.

Ling Wu smiled faintly, "Here, a single sword strike to the throat."

As soon as those words were spoken, Bai Yu's thoughts were instantly pulled back to the day the Bai family was wiped out.

That day, the man in black robes before me also said something similar, and then...

That shattered his spiritual root!