Chapter 8

Lin Yibai secretly glanced at the young man opposite.

Since being forcibly abducted into this black fog, Yan Bujian only stared at her coldly with his icy eyes at the first moment when their eyes met, and then he completely ignored her existence, as if she was just an insignificant decoration in this thick darkness.

He didn't even try to break free from the heavy shackles on his wrists and ankles. He simply adjusted his sitting position with difficulty and closed his eyes. The next moment, a scene that made Lin Yibai gasp inwardly occurred -

A faint, flowing golden mist, like the wisps rising from the early sun melting frost, slowly emanated from his flesh. Though faint, the light radiated an indescribable purity and tenacity, quietly pushing back the foul black fog that swirled around him. Then, his chest rose and fell slightly, his breathing becoming long and rhythmic... Yet, even in this perilous and unpredictable situation, he began to cultivate with undivided attention!

"My God, what a roll king..." This made Lin Yibai, who was standing beside him, dumbfounded. He couldn't help but think, "Now that he is imprisoned with an uncertain future, he still races against time to concentrate his Qi and practice?"

Not only is he extremely talented, but he is also so diligent. How can others achieve this?

But she changed her mind and felt relieved.

This man is the destined son of "The Immortal Emerges from the Fallen Mountain," a being who will one day purify the demonic atmosphere, shatter the void, and attain supreme immortal status. The original novel vividly depicts and praises his astonishing progress and his unwavering tenacity, no matter how desperate the situation. Witnessing this firsthand, his unwavering dedication to self-improvement amidst such adversity is a true reflection of his true character.

For a moment, all was silent within the black fog, save for the barely audible sound of Yu Yan's breathing. However, the oppressive feeling brought on by this dead silence grew heavier, nearly suffocating Lin Yibai.

Thinking about her current uncertain situation, and then thinking about the system's life-threatening task of "throwing Yan Bujian into the forbidden sea of ​​demons", she stole a glance at the young man's cold profile, thinking about his tremendous ability to make things happen in the future, and an idea quietly grew: now that they are both suffering from the same disaster and are alone in this small place, perhaps... I can have some contact with him?

Even if it can only ease the relationship a little, maybe in the future I can... die with a little more dignity?

Moreover, she remembered the system saying that as long as the protagonist didn't notice the OOC, some minor freedom of expression was allowed. Since this situation didn't exist in the original book, if she tried it out, she shouldn't be punished, right?

After making up her mind, she took a deep breath, tried her best to make her voice sound less trembling, and spoke carefully in a low voice: "Um...your name is Yan Bujian, right?"

Although the sound was very small, it still seemed a bit abrupt in the enclosed black fog space.

As soon as she finished speaking, she clenched her fists in fear, fearing that the damn system punishment would suddenly strike. However, after waiting for a few seconds, no system warning message rang in her mind, and she finally felt relieved - it seemed that the system had determined that she was not OOC.

However, the next moment, a strong sense of embarrassment and shame surged up.

It was because the young man opposite her didn't even raise his eyelids, and the light golden mist flowing around him was not disordered at all. He was completely immersed in his own world, as if he didn't hear her words at all.

Or, even if they hear it, they completely disdain to pay attention.

It's like putting your warm face on a cold butt, and it's frozen solid.

She curled her lips and retreated into the corner in a somewhat annoyed manner: "Humph, if you don't want to pay attention to me, then so be it. What's the big deal? Anyway, I'm not the one who will be pushed into the sea to feed the monsters. Go ahead and practice!"

Just as she was thinking this, the system's cold mechanical voice suddenly rang out:

[It wasn't him who was later chopped into pieces by the evil-eating demon...]

"Keep pretending to be dead, I won't let you talk too much!" Lin Yibai was choked by the system's sudden "reminder" and almost jumped in anger, but the next moment, he finally wilted.

Well, she was just a dying cannon fodder anyway, there was no way she could beat the big boss, so why bother getting herself into trouble? Thinking this way, she simply gave up and imitated Yan Bujian, closing her eyes, trying to ignore the discomfort around her and the panic in her heart, trying to calm down and rest.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, she was indeed tired.

Just as Lin Yibai closed his eyes and his breathing gradually became even, the young man opposite him, who should have been immersed in cultivation, quietly raised his eyelashes.

Those eyes, as cold as a pond, were as sharp as an eagle in the darkness, and they were cast coldly at the girl curled up opposite her.

In the dim light, the girl's profile is clearly visible.

The dim light outlined the profile of her face. One had to admit that she was born with an excellent appearance - her skin was whiter than snow, her eyelashes were long and curled, her nose was delicate and straight, and her lips were plump and slightly upturned. All of these combined together presented a kind of beauty that was pure and innocent mixed with a bit of weirdness.

Just like a delicate flower with a carefully tempered poisonous pistil.

Yet Yan Bujian knew full well what a vicious, twisted heart lay beneath this beautiful exterior. Recalling the whippings in the dungeon, the excruciating pain of countless insects devouring his body, and the piles of corpses outside his cell, a chill grew in his eyes. He snorted inwardly and vowed to himself: Sooner or later, he would repay the torture he had endured a hundredfold, making these demons pay a heavy price for their actions!

However, just as hatred was surging, a very faint, yet extremely familiar, slightly astringent medicinal fragrance lingered in his nose.

Yan Bujian's nostrils twitched slightly, barely perceptibly.

This breath...

It was the smell of those healing pills that were quietly thrown into the corner of the cell last night.

His gaze was directed precisely at Lin Yibai's cuffs—the faint medicinal fragrance was emanating from there.

It was indeed her.

The person who secretly brought medicine last night was indeed this witch!

Thanks to the silent nourishment of the elixir, coupled with the spiritual energy of the Demon Sect which was far richer than that of the outside world, his bones and muscles that were damaged by the myriad insects were rapidly reshaped. Later, he turned a disaster into a blessing, becoming more resilient, and his cultivation also broke through the shackles in one fell swoop, leaping across an entire realm, from the peak of Qi Refining directly to the peak of Golden Core!

But why?

Just one moment, she heartlessly poured countless insects into his wounds, and the next, she secretly brought him medicine to ease the pain. If she was worried that he would die from the torture... Thinking of this, Yan Bujian's eyes darkened slightly: This witch was not a dull person. She should have vaguely sensed that his physique was different from that of an ordinary person. He would never die so easily.

But she was the one who abused others, and she was also the one who showed kindness. What was the purpose of such contradictory and strange behavior?

The young man was puzzled. His deep eyes, filled with scrutiny and strong suspicion, lingered on Lin Yibai's seemingly defenseless sleeping face for a long time. Finally, he slowly exhaled without making a sound, then closed his eyes, suppressed all the waves, and began to breathe again.

No matter what her purpose is, at present he can only strengthen his own strength so that he can have the capital to deal with all changes.

......

After more than an hour of peace and tranquility, the black fog, which had been flying steadily, suddenly slowed down significantly.

After noticing the changes under him, Lin Yibai opened his eyes in a daze: This feels like I'm going to slow down and land?

Have we reached our destination?

She exhaled, stood up, and subconsciously wanted to stretch her body, which was a little numb from sitting in the same position for a long time, especially her buttocks, which were stiff from sitting. But when she quietly stretched out her hand and wanted to pinch it twice——

The entire black fog space shook violently, just like a high-speed train in the previous life suddenly stopped, and an extremely rough landing impact felt from under the body!

Lin Yibai was caught off guard and screamed in surprise. He instantly lost his balance and was thrown forward by inertia!

"Oh!"

She frantically tried to grab something, but only managed a puff of black mist. The next moment, she fell hard to the ground, landing squarely on Yan Bujian's legs. Her cheek landed squarely on a soft, forbidden spot on the boy's body that absolutely shouldn't be touched!

"Well!"

Immediately, a suppressed groan mixed with pain and rage came from above his head!

Lin Yibai's mind went blank with a buzzing sound, and then she jumped up as if she had been electrocuted. She stepped back in a panic, her cheeks burning hot. She waved her hands and apologized incoherently: "I, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Really! It was because of the sudden vibration just now that I..."

She was eager to get away from this embarrassing scene that made her feel socially dead, but she forgot that she was still in a small, enclosed space of black fog. She just took two steps back when her back suddenly hit a "soft wall".

The touch was extremely strange, like some kind of living creature with some elasticity and slightly wriggling!

Lin Yibai was stunned. Before she could react, she was shocked to find that Yan Bujian's gaze opposite her had suddenly changed drastically - from the previous shame and anger, it instantly turned into completely cold and sharp, fixed on her back!

At the same time, a hoarse, dry voice, like sandpaper rubbing against rotten wood, sounded sinisterly and with a hint of mockery, right behind her ear.

"Welcome, my darlings."

Lin Yibai's blood seemed to freeze at this moment. Her neck was stiff as she turned her head back little by little.

She saw an extremely haggard old man standing silently behind her, almost face to face with her!

He was wearing a tattered and dirty dark green cloak, and his body was as thin as a skeleton wrapped in human skin. His exposed skin was covered with deep wrinkles and strange dark green markings, which was extremely terrifying.

However, the most horrifying thing was his eyes - they were turbid, with the whites of his eyes occupying most of the eyes, and his pupils shrunk into two strange green dots, which were staring at them intently, flashing with greed and madness.

Countless dark green vines as thick as babies' arms emerged from his sleeves like living things, wriggling and interweaving into a huge net - the "wall" that Lin Yibai had just bumped into!

With his appearance, the whole space was filled with a strong stench of rotten earth and blood.

Lin Yibai's pupils suddenly contracted: This face... a terrifying name that only appeared later in the original novel suddenly jumped into her mind, causing her to subconsciously scream out in shock -

"Ancestor Teng Yan?!"