Chapter 318
The noisy commotion suddenly stopped, and the disciples were all dumbfounded.
—Could it be that they really misjudged?
"It's...it's on?"
"My God! Could he really be a genius?!"
"..."
The light shone faintly for a moment.
Just as everyone held their breath, thinking this was only the beginning, the light suddenly dimmed!
It remained lit for a long time afterward.
"..."
The outer sect elder couldn't bear to look, but still dutifully stated: "Bai Yu, age eight, with the five spiritual roots of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth."
The disciples: "..."
Elders and Immortal Venerables: "..."
Someone couldn't help but chuckle and muttered, "So he really is a good-for-nothing."
Ignoring the harsh voices, Bai Yu did not show any sadness this time, but instead raised his head to meet the mocking gazes.
Sarcastic, mocking, disgusted, bewildered, curious, incredulous…
There are far too many.
He realized that there were so many different expressions on a person's face.
What about the Immortal Venerable? Was the Immortal Venerable disappointed in him?
Bai Yu, enveloped by these mocking gazes, desperately sought warmth to shelter his filthy body.
Or perhaps he wanted to see clearly the sharp sword that the person he cared about had wielded against him. He knew that sword would spur him to grow, would drive him to a height that no one could surpass…
But he refused!
The demonic soul residing in his sea of consciousness witnessed everything, but with Ling Wu present and the other immortals gathered, he was unable to speak.
Yet, he could also feel Bai's pain as if he were his own, and he too longed for that icy blue presence.
He hoped that Bai Yu would be abandoned by all living beings, yet he also longed to see that glimmer of hope in Ling Wu.
At this moment, he is both a demon soul and Bai Yu.
Following Bai Yu's gaze, one could see the woman standing amidst the complex gazes of the entire hall.
Her ice-blue skirt fluttered without wind, rippling with silver patterns, and the ice-blue mark on her forehead resembled moonlight, reflecting her unique cold gentleness.
Those eyes remained shallow and indifferent, devoid of emotion, showing neither mockery nor warmth.
But Bai Yu felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
The Immortal Venerable remains the Immortal Venerable, and will never be swayed by anyone's emotions.
At this moment, and in the future, nothing can compare to even a single strand of hair on the woman's head.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, a firm yet absurd idea was born in his heart.
She is neither like a fairy nor a mortal, but rather like a deity who remains pure and compassionate even in the turbid world.
Ling Wu gave him ample time to see the ridicule from the crowd and solidify her position in his heart, a position he could never surpass, before she spoke:
"Let's go, you two come back to Half Moon Peak with me."
For some reason, Bai Yu took to heart all the mocking and disdainful looks he received after Ling Wu finished speaking.
One day, he will change the way they look at him.
One day, he will make the Immortal Venerable proud.
Ling Wu released a wisp of her icy blue spiritual energy, and instantly the temperature in the entire hall plummeted, as if frost and snow were about to fall from the sky.
Even after she and the two of them left, the temperature in the main hall showed no signs of warming up.
The disciples and elders were unable to intervene.
The peak masters, who were only able to make a move after Ling Wu left, first glanced at Lu Li, and seeing that he didn't speak, they gave up on trying to restore the temperature of the main hall.
Lu Li, seated on the main seat, subtly moved his fingertips, and a snowflake of ice blue condensed at his fingertips.
His lips curled up very slightly.
My junior sister seems to have changed.
Knowing that he had left this trick before leaving, he dared not involve her in the rumors.
The snowflakes disappeared from his fingertips, and he commanded in a deep voice, "Continue the test."
The disciples hugged their arms to keep warm, and whenever they marveled at the power of the Half-Moon Immortal, they never forgot to stomp Bai Yu into the mud.
Snow falls on Half Moon Peak all year round, and the two who were visiting for the first time had a few snowflakes stuck in their hair.
The handsome young man's cheeks flushed, and he lowered his eyes, his brows furrowed, concealing his excitement.
He really did become the disciple of the Half-Moon Immortal!
From now on, he will be the disciple of Half-Moon Immortal Venerable, a real disciple, not a fake one!
In his desperation, he muttered under his breath, "No, no one would dare to be a fake disciple of the Half-Moon Immortal Venerable!"
Lingwu looked up at the sound and saw snow falling on the hair of the young man in the blue robe.
Seeing Song Bai's hair tied up with a jade hairpin, they added several more jade hairpins to Song Bai's apprenticeship ceremony, to protect him from the frost and snow of Half Moon Peak in the future.
But at this moment, Bai Yu, who had little spiritual energy protecting him and was dressed in rags, was shivering from the cold.
But he pursed his lips, not daring to make any demands, yet secretly hoping that Ling Wu would notice.
But Lingwu, who was freezing to the point of fainting, pretended not to know.
Offering help now, before he's reached his limit, won't make him grateful enough to cry.
Ling Wu raised her hand, and as her spiritual energy surged, it cleaved through the boundless expanse of white snow.
Ice-blue spiritual energy flowed before my eyes, and suddenly a magnificent mansion with carved beams and painted rafters appeared out of nowhere amidst the snow-white world, rising from the ground as snowflakes swirled around it.
With expressions of astonishment and longing on their faces, Lingwu stepped into the mansion first. Turning back to see the two standing there in a daze, she softly called out:
"Follow me, this will be our home from now on."
Song Bai patted the snowflakes off his head and took the lead in following. The words of endless respect he had originally had were now completely blank in his mind. He only knew to follow Ling Wu blindly, his heart full of joy.
Bai Yu remained where he was, muttering the word "home".
He has a family again.
“Xiao Yu,” Ling Wu said again.
Bai Yu snapped out of his daze, nodded in response, and quickly followed. He was so excited by the word "Xiao Yu" that even his pale cheeks and lips regained some color.
The immortal actually knew his nickname.
Lingwu naturally knew his nickname.
The "Xiaoyu" that Ji Lingwu mentioned was charity to Bai Yu, but now he uses it as salvation and hope.
Unfortunately, his redemption and hope will vanish when the man in black removes his mask at the end.
Every time Lingwu took a step forward, the empty mansion would be filled with decorations.
In their eyes, it was a divine act that left them in awe.
As they approached a room, Lingwu instructed Baiyu, "You will stay here from now on."
After saying that, Ling Wu left with Song Bai, who couldn't hide his glee.
Bai Yu was forced to stop. The demonic soul in his sea of consciousness wanted to sneer, but for some reason, he couldn't laugh out loud.
Only after Ling Wu and Song Bai's figures disappeared around the corner did Bai Yu's dejected expression emerge. He pushed open the door and entered the room, refusing to look up for a long time.
The mocking faces he remembered before leaving reappeared before his eyes.
Suddenly, the voice of the demonic soul echoed from his sea of consciousness, and upon closer listening, it seemed to carry a hint of bitterness: "Heh, that woman who isn't good with words is quite nice to you."
Upon hearing this, Bai Yu finally emerged from the endless, gloomy atmosphere of ridicule and looked up.
Before him stood a bathtub with steam rising in wisps, next to which lay a brand-new set of clothes and a low-level storage bag.
Upon learning that she had not been abandoned but rather cherished, Bai Yu felt a lump in her throat and a sore nose.
The Immortal Venerable did not abandon him!
On the other side, Ling Wu handed Song Bai a high-level storage ring and a superior-grade spirit sword.
"This spirit sword was forged from a spiritual spring that fell when the heavens were destroyed in ancient times. Therefore, it can be upgraded according to the master's realm. The master who wields the sword can also turn water into ice with spiritual power, which is just right to complement your water-type spiritual root."
"The space ring contains cultivation techniques, spiritual treasures, pills, and other items. Please categorize them yourself."
"Now that you have completed the Foundation Establishment stage, you can choose your own natal cultivation method. The ring contains cultivation methods that I have selected for you, which are suitable for your spiritual root and future cultivation path. Come here in three days and tell me which one you prefer."
"As your disciple, you are free to face any gossip or fear any venerable one in this world, but you must not harbor any murderous thoughts towards anyone without cause," Ling Wu concluded.
Song Bai accepted the sword with both hands, unsure whether to marvel at its extraordinary nature or express his gratitude to his master for his kindness.
He kowtowed deeply, saying, "This disciple will certainly follow Master's teachings!"
He still had a lot to say, but in the end he kept quiet.
Now that he is the disciple of the Half-Moon Immortal Venerable, he must not disgrace the name of the Immortal Venerable.
Seeing that Ling Wu no longer spoke, he took his leave and stood outside Ling Wu's door for a long time before finally making up his mind and leaving.
After he left, Lingwu also took out the spatial ring she had received when she went to Xuanqing Sect that day.
The ring was no ordinary storage ring, but Bai Yu's greatest treasure for the future.
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