Chapter 348

“If you do not call me Master, I will remove my mask.”

"Haven't you lied to me enough? Are you trying to lie to me again?" Bai Yu's eyes flickered, and for some reason, he didn't want to continue this topic, so he asked, "Where exactly did your divine artifact come from?"

He thought he would have to wait a long time, or pay some price, but she once again answered unpredictably: "It was given to me by the Xuanqing Sect Ancestor who ascended to immortality today."

"A gift!?" Bai Yu couldn't see his own face, but he knew without a doubt that he was no longer indifferent.

"Are you blind now, and your hearing is failing too?" Ling Wu sighed softly.

"Have you acknowledged a master?" Bai Yu asked, and the man in black robes nodded slightly.

Upon seeing this, Bai Yu's eyes turned bloodshot, and his demonic energy intensified, causing the chains binding his wrists to snap.

"Have you truly accepted me as your master?" he asked again, seemingly losing his mind, as he walked towards the figure in black robes, carrying with him a thick demonic aura.

"Who exactly are you? How could you possibly have successfully recognized me as your master?"

"Its only destined owner is me. You can't possibly have successfully recognized it as your owner. Where exactly did you hide it?" His eyes were bloodshot, and his tone was manic.

Ling Wu raised her hand and pointed to the white diamond ring on her fingertip, which shimmered and had been reshaped. "It's here."

Bai Yu curled his lips in a sarcastic smile, "This isn't the Sumeru Ring. Do you think I don't know what it looks like?"

The Sumeru Ring has always been rusty, so how could it possibly have such a bright luster?

She's playing him for a fool again!

Thinking of this, he took out the dagger he was still nurturing and attacked Ling Wu's neck!

Give it back to me.

He forcibly burned his blood to enhance his cultivation, and in a flash, the dagger was pressed against her neck.

It seemed that with just a little force, his slender neck could snap instantly.

"As long as you return it to me, I will no longer pursue the grudge between us!" Bai Yu coerced.

"Is that what you think?" she said in a very calm voice. "Unfortunately, I never give in to force."

Before the words were even finished, the dagger in Bai Yu's hand was snatched away, so fast that Bai Yu had no time to react.

This is the situation that arises when the difference in levels is too great.

"You brat, the grudge between me and you is not something you can just let go of."

As she spoke, the dagger, which had not yet been properly nurtured, was easily broken in two.

Bai Yu spat out a mouthful of blood as his natal magical artifact shattered.

But his eyes were blinded by bloodlust, and he attacked Ling Wu in a chaotic and disorderly manner!

In just one exchange, he was once again struck down to the ground by Ling Wu's spiritual power, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained the floor red.

Undeterred, he continued, "Give it back to me."

He stubbornly got up again and headed towards Lingwu.

He got up again and again, only to be knocked away again and again...

Finally, he could no longer get up, he didn't even have the strength to make a sound, and even the "slave" character on his forehead became utterly dejected.

The cultivation level he forcibly elevated by sacrificing his own blood caused dark circles under his eyes, and his eyelids felt as heavy as if they weighed a million pounds.

The last memory is of the black-robed woman raising her hand to lift her hood, and her fingertips touching the gilded mask as she tries to remove it.

The moment he opened his eyes again, his instinct was to take action!

Fortunately, a clear, cold voice brought her back to her senses, "Xiao Yu, don't be afraid, the man in black robes has run away."

Bai Yu looked in the direction of the sound, only to see that the person in front of him was not the black-robed man who was about to lift his mask, but Ling Wu in an ice-blue dress.

The man in black robes vanished again, taking his dragon egg and Sumeru Ring with him...

"Master, I have nothing left. What should I do?" he asked helplessly, his eyes filled with confusion, the word "slave" on his forehead making him look even more dejected.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman opposite her became even more flustered. "This... I truly didn't know he was your disciple. If I had known, I would have certainly treated him to fine tea! I..."

Before her master ascended to immortality, he repeatedly instructed her not to neglect the Half-Moon Immortal!

As a result, not long after the master ascended to heaven, the Half-Moon Immortal Venerable personally brought the young man back.

Only now did she realize that she had imprisoned Half-Moon Immortal Venerable's only beloved disciple in the water dungeon.

Half-Moon Immortal Venerable was known for his doting love for his only disciple; not only did he capture him, but he also tortured him.

Torture is one thing...

They even carved the highly insulting word "slave" on his forehead and, to make matters worse, depicted two masks.

Despite being in the wrong, she couldn't help but lose her temper!

Bai Yu's eyes remained unfocused, only finding a moment of peace when he grasped a corner of Ling Wu's clothes.

Seeing this, Ling Wu frowned. Seeing the middle-aged woman's unease, she didn't say anything more, only giving her a very faint look before leaving the place with Bai Yu.

"Hoo—" The woman exhaled with a bitter expression, her eyes vacant as she murmured:

“This time, Xuanqing Sect is probably going to suffer another huge loss. If Master finds out…” She paused, her mood turning somber, “Master has already ascended to immortality.”

Half-Moon Peak.

Bai Yu, clinging to Ling Wu's clothes like a little shadow, was in a daze and thought he had returned to his childhood in his dream.

At that time, he often followed behind his master. Whenever his master found a treasure, he would turn around and hand it to him, never mentioning how precious the treasure was.

So much so that whenever he takes it out so casually, he always receives envious glances from everyone.

But later, he acquired too many treasures, even divine artifacts, and inexplicably began to feel that his master's actions were charity towards him.

Because those treasures were no longer considered treasures to him.

"Master, have you ever resented me?" He tried to look up, but suddenly realized that his master in front of him was already half a head shorter than him.

This time, he looked down at her, but for some reason, he always felt like he was looking up at her.

It turns out that only when one is truly as lowly as duckweed can one see how unattainable those on the shore reach out to him.

"It's my fault for not protecting you properly." Ling Wu turned around and raised her hand to rub the top of his head.

Her voice remained indifferent yet contained a gentle quality.

He was exactly the same as the Master in my dream, even saying the same thing.

Only now did he realize that these words were merely a sense of guilt that his master felt when he loved him, not a genuine sense of guilt.

After all, he trespassed into the Xuanqing Sect without her knowledge, so what did it have to do with her?

But in his dream, he genuinely felt that she owed him something.

“It was my own will that led me to deceive the Immortal Venerable. The fault lies solely with me and has nothing to do with the Immortal Venerable.” As he spoke, he instinctively knelt down.

The snow on Half Moon Peak freezes into ice, and carries a spiritual power that threatens all things. If one kneels down, one will surely fall ill.

A gentle spiritual force lifted him up, and she said, "Your safety is enough."

Bai Yu's mind was filled with memories of the past, so heavy that he dared not look Ling Wu in the eye.

From that day on, Bai Yu made rapid progress, which led to the disappearance of a large number of cultivators in the cultivation world.

And those who disappeared were all treacherous and wicked, to the point that most people were applauding the evil cult.

As a result, the Demonic Sect grew rapidly, even surpassing the second largest sect, Xuanqing Sect, due to its good reputation, becoming the best place for those who hated evil.

While puzzled, Fu Xue was also happy to enjoy the leisure.

Every now and then, she would sneak away to the Tianyi Sect with a group of beauties whom Lingwu had saved over the years.

Until one day, Fuxue was caught red-handed by a group of beauties.

"Sister Fuxue, do you know 'her' true identity?" Zhu Pingan asked.

As she swept the snowflakes across the beautiful women, each with her own unique charm, she gave a haughty snort, "This holy maiden does not know!"

"Then why do you go to Tianyi Sect every day? Is she from Tianyi Sect?" a cool and beautiful woman asked calmly.

Another beautiful woman took out a bamboo basket, and as she raised her hand, the silver bells on her body jingled. "Fuxue, if you are lying, I will cast a truth-telling spell on you. If you tell a lie, you will become uglier every day!"