Chapter 345

He muttered to himself, his eyes dim.

He began to doubt the reality of the dream, but apart from the man in black robes and his master, all the experiences were exactly the same as before.

The Bai family was wiped out, and he was supposed to endure hardships and walk to the Tianyi Sect to become a disciple of his master. However, due to the appearance of the man in black robes, he was rescued by his master ahead of time.

Both of them had their five spiritual roots tested during the apprenticeship ceremony, but when they were supposed to become disciples of their master, the master changed his plans and accepted Song Bai as his disciple instead.

This forced him to cultivate the demonic soul technique ahead of schedule.

Five years later, they entered the secret realm, where everything corresponded to the dream, but in the end, all the treasures were taken by the man in black robes.

The only exception was the dagger that was supposed to become his natal magic weapon, which was not taken away by the man in black robes.

Unfortunately, he was also severely injured in the fight with the man in black robes, and has been resting in his dantian ever since, unable to use it.

In addition, he also witnessed what happened next—

A year later, he stumbled into the Xuanqing Sect and obtained the Sumeru Ring belonging to the soon-to-be-deceased patriarch.

Only after obtaining the Sumeru Ring did he begin to combine the Demon Soul Technique with the spiritual spring within it, eventually transforming his five spiritual roots into chaotic spiritual roots.

Since then, cultivation has become easier than drinking water.

A year later, the egg cracked open, and a thin golden dragon crawled out.

Five years later, the secret realm opened, and he saved many women within it, including Fuxue.

Twenty years later, when his master ascends to immortality, he will inherit all of his master's cultivation...

Upon realizing this, Bai Yu shuddered, suddenly waking up and daring not to think about it any further.

All of this is still vivid in his mind, but now the dragon egg has been stolen, the demonic soul mysteriously disappeared a month ago, and his chaotic spiritual root was even removed by his own hands, transforming into four spiritual roots...

He suddenly recalled the curse that had been echoing in his ears.

"Bai Yu! You betrayed your master and ancestors! You will die a horrible death!"

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the rising sweetness, clenching his teeth so tightly that his cheeks bulged.

So is this his punishment?

But now that he has a chance to start over, he will only do better than before.

This time, apart from the Immortal Venerable, he will not trust anyone else, especially that man in black robes!

Thinking of this, he reached out his fingertips to touch the ribbons that kept fluttering around him.

But the ribbon seemed to have a spirit, always veering away from his fingertips just as he was about to touch it.

Bai Yu suppressed the ominous feeling that was rising in his heart.

He kept murmuring in his heart: I owed my master in the previous life, and I will make up for it tenfold in this life.

But the best course of action now is to climb back to the top.

He groped his empty fingertips before calming himself down.

"The Sumeru Precepts".

A year later, when the patriarch of the Xuanqing Sect passed away, that was the time when he seized the Sumeru Ring.

Only after acquiring the spiritual spring within the Sumeru Ring was he able to rapidly advance in his cultivation level and retrieve the dragon egg that had been stolen by the man in black robes.

"As for the golden dragon... it cannot be born without the Sumeru Ring, so there's no need to worry," he reassured himself.

Ling Wu stood in front, glanced inward at the golden dragon rolling around in the Sumeru Ring, and smiled slightly.

One year later

Tianyi Sect and Xuanqing Sect are located in the south and north respectively, but when Lingwu appeared at Xuanqing Sect, the middle-aged woman was already waiting there.

"Half-Moon Immortal Venerable," she called out respectfully, then added, "My master is currently unable to leave his cave, so please bear with him."

Lingwu nodded, took out her spirit sword, and left first.

The woman stood there anxiously, drawing her spirit sword. "Half-Moon Immortal Venerable! Wait for me, you don't know..." Where is my master?

She didn't finish the second half of her sentence before it got stuck in her throat.

Because that icy blue figure had vanished without a trace.

"...Never mind, Half-Moon Immortal Venerable should know where Master is." She sighed, put away her spirit sword, and turned to enter the sect. "It's a rare opportunity to come down from the peak, so I'll take this chance to test the disciples' character and prevent another rebellious disciple from causing trouble."

But they hadn't gone far when they saw a sneaky young man who wasn't using the main entrance.

"Which peak are you a disciple of?" the woman demanded.

The young man, who had just regained his footing, froze, then stammered and pleaded in a low voice, "This disciple is merely a spirit servant. I resorted to this desperate measure because I lost my sect token. I beg the Immortal Venerable to forgive this disciple this time. This disciple will never dare to do it again."

The woman's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and she said indifferently, "You can leave now."

"Yes." The boy turned and left.

But when the middle-aged woman saw the gray robe he was wearing, she frowned again and called out, "Wait."

The boy paused, clenching his teeth in frustration, but when he turned around, he looked completely helpless.

"Your disciple's robe was changed five years ago, why are you still wearing it now?" The woman frowned, glanced at the boy with his head down, and said, "Raise your head."

The boy pursed his lips as if struggling, and only after a while did he raise his head.

His face was covered in ash, obscuring his original features, and his bangs covered one of his right eyes.

"Reporting to the Immortal Venerable, my cultivation is low and my family is poor. I don't have many clothes, so... so I have always been reluctant to throw away this disciple's robe."

The woman remained unmoved. "Show me your eyes."

The boy pursed his lips, seemingly embarrassed, but still obeyed and lifted his bangs to reveal an empty eye.

Upon seeing this, the woman was momentarily speechless. "What's your name?"

The young man paused slightly, and after a moment said, "My name is Yu Bai."

"You can go now," the woman said, waving her hand.

"This disciple takes his leave." The young man lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions within them, and turned to leave.

The woman in the spot narrowed her eyes and headed towards the disciples' hall.

"Could you help me check if there is a spirit servant named Yu Bai who has lost his right eye?"

"yes."

At the same time, the boy swept his annoying bangs back and tied them up, then walked toward the place of his memories.

"If I remember correctly, today is the day that ancestor passed away." He muttered to himself, glancing back warily to see if the woman had followed.

Only after confirming that there was no one following them did they transport the demonic energy towards that location.

“I can give up anything, except the Sumeru Ring.” His eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

The words "May you die a horrible death" that echoed in his ears once more shattered his spirit.

In the disciple hall.

“There is indeed a spirit servant named Yu Bai, but there is nothing wrong with her eyes.” The elder of the Disciples Hall paused, then added, “However, if there were any unforeseen circumstances that caused her to be injured and she didn’t have time to register, that would be quite normal.”

The woman was relieved, but remembering the boy's appearance, she didn't forget to remind him: "This spirit servant is pitiful. You should take care of him daily and always remember that no one in the sect should bully others."

The elders of the Disciples' Hall were puzzled, "Although her spiritual root is weak, she comes from a very wealthy family and is also very beautiful..."

The middle-aged woman frowned and interrupted him, "Show me the image of him that I have recorded."

"Yes." The elder presented the disciple's token.

A woman with a rather charming appearance came into view.

"A woman?" The middle-aged woman's lips curled into a cold smile. "Well, well! Now someone actually dares to try and deceive me!"