As soon as Jiang Si finished speaking her arrogant threat, Ling Hong stopped in her tracks as she walked towards them, her fierce eyes flashing with a cold light: "You can't even stand up yourself, yet you still threaten me. Zombie, you really are as stubborn as it says, you don't know what fear is!"

He devoured her, devoured her children, and turned them into fertilizer and energy within his belly to supply him. He would then have a companion spirit, becoming incredibly powerful and unshakeable. What need would he have for any messy master?

Lingyan, coughing up blood, scrambled to his feet and spread his arms, using his weak, swaying body to shield Jiang Si and A Ying. Facing Linghong, who was walking towards them, he said, "Linghong, I know you hate me. You want to kill me, but spare my master..."

"Kill you?" Ling Hong kicked Ling Yan, sending him sprawling to the ground. She then pressed her foot against Ling Yan's pale, jade-like face, looking down at him with an arrogant air: "You're like a rotten tree, about to die. You won't even survive today without me killing you. Why should I dirty my hands to kill you?"

Lingyan's face was crushed and bleeding, and the exposed skin revealed dry tree bark. The bark was very dry and withered, without any greenery or vitality.

The green threads on Jiang Si's wrist flickered faintly. She had been injected with the Soul-Devouring Needle, so she couldn't use her spiritual power and had no strength.

The Devouring Needle imprisoned her and also imprisoned Yan Liu, preventing Yan Liu from attacking Ling Hong on her own. She was too weak to carry the Hunting Needle and was unable to attack Ling Hong.

Unless the two of them become human, separate from her, and have self-control, they will be able to attack Ling Hong, the unseen people hiding in the shadows, the robots, and her old friends who may have come.

Unable to attack Ling Hong, Jiang Dandan was wary of the aura emanating from the electric net in his hand. Originally the size of an ostrich, the egg shrank to the size of a small chicken egg and rubbed against Jiang Si's stomach to alleviate the waves of pain coming from her abdomen.

Keep talking to the two babies in your belly, be patient, be patient, everything will be alright, everything will be alright.

"Let him go! You're not allowed to step on him, you're not allowed to step on my tree! Let him go!" Ah Ying pounced over and reached out to pry Ling Hong's legs off Ling Yan's face.

The Spirit Eye is his tree, the dream upon which he depends for survival. He can die, but he should not be humiliated like this, especially by the Spirit Sprout that grew from his roots.

Ling Hong, who had been at the lowest level for two or three months, was now high and mighty, and his temper had grown. When faced with A Ying's orders, he arrogantly sneered, "Let me go without stepping on him, and you'll have to beg me..."

"Oh…"

Jiang Si chuckled lightly, interrupting Ling Hong.

Ling Hong's tone shifted abruptly, her eyes turning fierce and sharp: "You're about to die, what are you laughing at?"

The two babies inside her were startled by Ling Hong's palm strike and the Devouring God Needle, and they were eager to come out. She was in a lot of pain, her stomach was in a lot of pain.

Jiang Si endured the pain, and the amniotic fluid gushing out and soaking the ground beneath her skirt: "I laugh at your overestimation of yourself, I laugh at you for being so clueless even when death is imminent!"

"I don't know anything! I'm about to die, I'll kill you right now, I'll kill you!" Ling Hong was completely enraged, and swung the mental whip in her hand at Jiang Si.

Jiang Si had been waiting for this opportunity. She deliberately provoked him to kill her and lure out her old friend. Unexpectedly, she didn't lure out her old friend. Instead, Ling Yan hugged her and stood in front of her, taking the blows from Ling Hong's mental whip that was meant to kill her.

A snap.

The whip, brimming with murderous intent, lashed heavily across Lingyan's back.

The spirit's green robes were torn to shreds, and his exposed body had turned into a tree. His pale, jade-like face was covered in bloodstains, and he forced a smile, still concerned for Jiang Si: "Master, are you alright?"

Jiang Si, who had been kneeling on one knee because he hugged her, was now sitting on the ground. The contractions in her stomach and the baby's movements inside her were becoming more and more obvious: "I'm fine. Who told you to block for me? Who told you to block for me?"

Lingyan held her close, feeling her belly and noticing the amniotic fluid on the ground. He stared in astonishment at Jiang Si's stomach: "Master, you..."

Jiang Si's fingers trembled as she gripped the Tang sword: "I'm fine... I'm fine, you don't need to worry..."

The baby is about to be born.

The baby is about to be born!

How come the master is alright?

The Spirit Eye hated its own uselessness and hated that it was about to die.

He held her and channeled his spiritual energy into her, into her only remaining spiritual energy.

Jiang Si felt her spiritual energy flowing into his body, a barely perceptible panic flickering in his eyes. He opened his mouth, pleadingly refusing, "Don't input my spiritual energy, Spirit Eye, don't input my spiritual energy, don't..."

“Master, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid…” The spirit eye continued to channel its spiritual power into her without stopping. Blood gushed from her mouth, filling the air with a metallic taste. She whispered to Jiang Si, “I’m fine. To die for you, Master, is my dream. You don’t need to be sad for me. I’m so happy, so very happy.”

Jiang Si's lips trembled: "Spirit Eye, I command you, do not input your spiritual power into me, do not input your spiritual power into me."

What he's infusing into him now isn't spiritual energy, but his life force, his life essence.

He will die, he will die, he really will die.

His neck, his face, his hands had turned to trees.

He's going to die...

I'm going to die in front of her!

"It's alright!" After channeling all her spiritual energy into Jiang Si, Lingyan said she was fine, her voice filled with longing and reluctance: "Master, I'm sorry, I can't stay with you anymore, I can't stay with you forever..."

"You must live well, just like before. No matter how many difficulties you face, you must live well and live well with your little master. Promise me, promise me."

Tears streamed down Jiang Si's face as her voice choked with sobs: "Spirit Eye... Spirit Eye..."

The spirit eye stubbornly sought an answer: "Promise me, master, promise me you will live well, live a good life..."

"I promise, I promise," Jiang Si said urgently, her voice choked with sobs. "Spirit Eye, I promise you, I will live well, I will not die, I will live well, and live well with my child."

“I’ll wait for you. This time it’s my turn to wait for you. 1,000 years, 2,000 years, 10,000 years, I’ll wait for you, Spirit Eye, I’ll wait for you.”

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master..." The Spirit Eye thanked Jiang Si. Its tree-like body seemed to have a final burst of energy before death, and the tree-like transformation completely disappeared, transforming it into an appearance like a celestial being.

Jiang Si's pupils constricted: "Spiritual Eye..."

“Ah Ying…” Lingyan slowly turned around and opened her arms to Ah Ying: “Ah Ying, come here…”

Weak and limp, with her wings drooping, Ah Ying heard his call and was reborn, gaining new spiritual power. She became radiant, exquisite, and breathtakingly beautiful.

He flapped his large, transparent wings, took flight, and flew toward the Spirit Eye.

Ling Hong's expression suddenly changed, and she reached out to grab A Ying.

unexpectedly!

Ah Ying's wings passed through his hands; he grasped at nothing, catching nothing at all.

Ah Ying leaped into the Spirit Eye's arms... and gradually became transparent...

Lingyan held him tightly, her eyes lowered as she gazed intently at him, and asked softly, "Are you scared?"

Aying's transparent wings had disappeared. She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Lingyan's neck: "Don't be afraid. I am your companion spirit. You are my tree. If you die, I die; if you live, I live. I'm not afraid to die with you. I'm happy!"

Lingyan hugged him and stroked his head: "I'm happy too, very happy..."

Ling Hong panicked and rushed over, crying out, "A-Ying, come back, don't..."

Before his hand could even touch A-Ying, suddenly, Lingyan and A-Ying's bodies shattered and exploded like fragments falling to the ground.

Ling Hong grasped at empty air, desperately trying to catch the shattered fragments.

The fragments seemed to have eyes, moving away from him, and he couldn't gather a single one.

Jiang Si's lips trembled uncontrollably as she gazed at the shattered spirit eye, now devoid of life. A-Ying was about to envelop her as well. She murmured, "Spirit Eye, A-Ying..."

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!" Ling Hong cursed like a madman, "A Ying is mine, he is mine, Ling Yan, you said you wouldn't take him with you when you died, you said you wouldn't take him with you, you bastard, you broke your promise, you broke your promise."

"You bastard, give Ah Ying back to me, give her back to me!"

The shattered spirit eyes left A-Ying unable to answer Ling Hong. They enveloped Jiang Si, landing around her, on her body, and then disappearing onto the ground.

Tears streamed down Jiang Si's cheeks as waves of pain surged through her stomach, a pain less intense than the pain in her heart, less painful than the agony of Lingyan's death.

"It was you, it was you, it was you who killed them." Ling Hong couldn't grasp the fragments; all the fragments fell to the ground and disappeared before his eyes, swirling around Jiang Si.

His anger and hatred found an outlet. Pointing at Jiang Si, his face was ferocious and terrifying, and he was furious: "Zombies, you killed them. They died because of you. I will kill you. I will eat you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mental whip in his hand lashed out at Jiang Si with murderous intent.

Jiang Si rose up, gripping her knife, and severed the whip he lashed out at her. Her hunting knife aimed straight for Ling Hong's heart: "Ling Hong, I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

A powerful mental force swept over him, startling Ling Hong, who retreated repeatedly. Unexpectedly, the powerful mental force enveloped him, making it impossible for him to escape.

The hunting blade, like a whirlwind cutting through waves, aimed straight at Ling Hong's heart.

Ling Hong had no way to dodge, no way to avoid it. Her eyes widened like bells as she watched helplessly as the hunting knife tip was about to pierce her heart...

With a loud clang.

A sharp blade shot out and blocked Ling Hong's heart.

The hunting knife tip pierced the sharp blade directly.

Taking advantage of this critical moment, Ling Hong quickly jumped away and scattered.

Jiang Si narrowed her eyes, tightened her grip on the knife, and approached the girl who looked five or six parts like her and had blocked her knife: "You are a second-generation, you are a second-generation clone cultivated by your master!"

The girl who looked about five or six parts like her, who held the knife, recalled her smile and said innocently, "Yes, sister, my name is Second Generation, and the one you killed was First Generation."

"Sister, you don't know, the first generation was the most annoying. She was arrogant and domineering because she looked seven or eight parts like you and the master liked her. She bullied us people who only looked five or six or four or five parts like you every day. We all hated her. We are very happy that you killed her!"

Are you bullying us?

Just as she expected.

Her old friend doesn't clone and breed a single generation; instead, he breeds many first and second generations.

The purpose is to gamble on probability. What if one doesn't resemble her, two don't resemble her, 100 don't resemble her, 1000, 10,000, and maybe one of them does?

"You dare call me sister!" Jiang Si slashed back, and the willow branch, like a snake, coiled around the second generation. The second generation had anticipated this, so she withdrew her sword and retreated, pulling out a spray bottle and spraying the willow branch that was coiling around her.

The misty liquid made Yan Liu retreat as if she had seen a natural enemy, fleeing and falling into the ground, where she then emerged again and wrapped herself around Jiang Si's wrist.

The second-generation girl squeezed the spray bottle, laughing heartily: "Sister, we look about five or six points alike, how can I not be worthy to call you sister?"

"Besides, I am not a successor. I don't want to replace you. I want to be your best friend and take you back to see the master."

"Sister, put your knife away. Let's not hurt each other with knives and guns. Your tree used its life force to restore some of your mental and physical strength, but you haven't recovered to your peak yet."

"I am a second-generation descendant, your sister, created using your genetic cells. I don't want to fight with you, and I don't want to hurt you, Yanliu, or Hunting. Let's live peacefully, okay?"

Jiang Si's abdominal cramps grew increasingly severe, and the two children seemed to be racing each other to come out. In order not to fall behind or be noticed by the other, she planted the knife on the ground, supporting herself with her hand on the knife, and stood up: "So my old friend didn't come. I thought he was here. I'm so disappointed!"

She didn't come, but lived for 3,000 years just like her.

If he's so eager to find her, he must be dying soon. He'll find her, dismember her, and search for the secret to immortality.

"Sister, don't be disappointed." The second generation's voice was deliberately sweet and crisp: "Master, we are waiting for you. As long as you come with me, I guarantee that the thousands of trees and their companion spirits will be safe and sound and will not be affected in any way."

“If you don’t come with me and try to resist, I can’t guarantee they’ll all die. Look, each of them has a knife around their neck, and the ropes binding their hands and feet are specially made; they’ll burst into flames at the slightest spark.”

“The companion spirits may not be burned to death, but the trees will definitely be burned to death. If the trees die, their companion spirits will not survive either. Sister, their clan leader, Lingyan, has already died for you. You don’t want them to die as well, and you don’t want their clan to be wiped out, do you?”

My water broke and started leaking, and now I smell fresh blood. The baby is dropping down inside me, and my stomach hurts a lot.

Jiang Si remained standing, her posture as upright as a pine tree, cold sweat beading on her forehead: "Second Generation, your idea is excellent, and your thoughts are brilliant, but unfortunately I..."

"Ah!" the second-generation exclaimed, interrupting her. Pointing at her, he cheered, "Sister, you're bleeding! You're going into labor! Quickly beg me! If you beg me, I'll deliver your baby!"