Chapter 319
—The Sumeru Ring.
Among these treasures are fertile spiritual fields where seeds sown there will mature the very next day, and spiritual springs that, with just a sip, can instantly advance one's cultivation level and cleanse one's marrow.
Furthermore, the ring's owner can enter the ring. Bai Yu escaped death multiple times after obtaining the ring because of this. Whenever he faced life-or-death situations, he would hide in the ring to heal his wounds and then come out to escape once the danger had passed.
That day, the woman holding the ring said it was at the behest of her master, and added the phrase "a gentleman's promise."
The one who made the gentleman's pact with her must have been the soon-to-be-deceased patriarch of the Xuanqing Sect.
This ring will not recognize its owner unless it is destined for the person; for others, it can only be used as an ornament.
Therefore, the old ancestor probably did not know the ring's capabilities, which is why he readily offered the ring as a bargaining chip after calculating that it could save his life.
Otherwise, he certainly wouldn't have given up this priceless treasure so easily.
“A gentleman’s promise,” Lingwu murmured.
The moment the ring was turned on the fingertip, the old ring seemed to shed rust powder, but fortunately it only looked rusty and the fingertip was not stained with dust.
The next moment, Ling Wu also guessed the meaning of the gentleman's agreement mentioned by the patriarch of Xuanqing Sect.
In return for the ring, she gave him something else he needed.
What the ancestor wanted was nothing more than to pass through the tribulation stage and successfully ascend to immortality.
Five years later, a secret realm will be opened, and the tribulation-crossing spiritual herb that this ancestor needs will be found in that secret realm.
However, since Lingwu already knew that the Sumeru Ring contained a spiritual spring that could help people advance in rank, there was no need for her to go through the trouble of doing so.
But this ring recognizes its owner...
Lingwu used her spiritual energy to create a blade, cutting her own fingertip and forcing out a drop of blood to drip into her Sumeru Ring.
A moment later, a powerful force of resistance emanated from the ring, causing the blood droplet to freeze in mid-air.
A childish voice rang in Ling Wu's ears: "The master I'm waiting for isn't you!"
Throughout Lingwu's countless years, few beings from the small world dared to refer to themselves as "I" in her presence.
Lingwu touched the ring that was desperately resisting her essence, and her soft, childlike voice softened considerably.
"Let go of Wua, and Wua won't fight you anymore, Wua." It emphasized again: "But Wua can only wait for its destined master."
As it spoke, it gently rubbed against the warm, cool fingertips.
The woman's aura was clean and pure, which it liked very much, completely different from the old man's mixed aura from before.
So it slapped the old man back then, but now it speaks to her in a nice tone.
It's such a pity, the person I'm waiting for isn't her.
"What's your master's name?" Ling Wu asked, amused.
The little voice hesitated for a long time before finally speaking with a rather aggrieved tone: "Ugh, I don't know."
How old is he?
"Ugh... I don't know."
Is he a man or a woman?
"Ugh, I...I don't know either... Waaah~"
When asked about the ring, Lingwu knew nothing, so she didn't press it. Instead, she forced out another drop of her essence blood.
A crimson hue blooms on the fingertips, and the ring, sensing the scent, trembles gently in the palm of the hand.
"It smells so good and sweet, I love it!" the little girl murmured.
Lingwu didn't reply, and with her other hand she picked up a handkerchief to wipe away the blood.
The soft handkerchief gradually approached that rosy blush.
"Wait, wait a minute," the little voice said slowly.
Seeing that it was getting anxious, Lingwu still didn't stop wiping the handkerchief in her hand.
The Sumeru Ring is a rare item in the small world, but it's not particularly special to her.
The ring trembled more and more, and just as the handkerchief was about to be soaked with blood, the ring suddenly darted away and absorbed the remaining blood.
After an unprecedented feeling of happiness arose, the ring quickly absorbed the drop of blood that it had initially resisted.
Contract reached!
A blinding light filled the room in that instant, and the radiance above Half Moon Peak descended from the sky like gold foil, illuminating the entire mountain as if the sun were shining on a golden mountain.
However, the light was quickly covered by the ice blue color, without alerting the others outside Half Moon Peak.
Song Bai, one of the only three on Half Moon Peak, was so shocked by the treasures given to him by Ling Wu that he couldn't concentrate.
And Bai Yu...
His greatest opportunity was snatched away, which must have damaged his luck.
Lingwu put the ring, which had faded and fallen into a deep sleep after drinking its fill, on her fingertip and extended her divine sense into Baiyu's room.
The little boy was sitting naked in the hot mist. The moment the contract was completed, his rosy face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Bloodstains stained the dirty water.
Soon, his body went limp and he slowly collapsed, his mouth and nose gradually being swallowed by warm water, but he was too weak to reach out and struggle.
"Help.
Bai Yu wanted to struggle but was powerless.
His eyes gradually turned dark, and his expression became increasingly sinister and wicked.
The next moment, he sat up straight in the water, glanced at the dirty bathwater with disgust, and then frowned tightly as if he was disgusted.
"This kid is really dirty!" His voice remained the same, but his tone was much colder than usual.
After saying that, he stood up and reached out to summon the robe with his demonic energy, but the robe remained unmoved.
His demonic energy was sealed within his body.
Upon seeing this, his face stiffened, and he gave a cold "humph" before condescendingly leaving the bathtub and approaching his robes.
When their hands touched the robe, they would show a look of disgust, but after feeling the softness and comfort of the fabric, they would stop complaining.
"Hmph, at least that woman has some taste."
The boy in the sea of consciousness struggled frantically: "Give me back my body!"
Bai Yu lazily lifted his eyelids. Although he still had that terrifyingly youthful face, there was an inexplicable air of eccentricity about him.
"After I go check on that woman, I'll release you. Don't bother my ears, it's annoying."
"You mustn't hurt her!" Bai Yu continued to struggle.
Bai Yu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.
"I may hurt her, but what can you do about it?"
There was a knock on Lingwu's door. She waved her hand lightly and was not surprised to see the incongruous "Bai Yu".
Seeing that his clothes fit him well, she nodded gently, "Do you like them?"
Bai Yu blinked without saying a word, but took small steps to Ling Wu's side, as if he wanted to reach out and touch her.
Seeing this, Lingwu remained calm and composed.
An invisible spiritual force landed at Bai Yu's feet, stopping him as he was jogging, and he fell flat on his face with a "thud"!
Just as Bai Yu's face touched the ground, the demon soul suddenly retreated back into its sea of consciousness for some unknown reason.
When the real Bai Yu was released, his nose had already hit the ground.
"Smack—"
After the sound rang out, excruciating pain followed immediately, and tears welled up in his eyes instantly.
This time, when Bai Yu let out a sob, the demonic soul in his sea of consciousness didn't dare to utter a sound.
His illustrious reputation has been shattered!
At this moment, he was incredibly grateful that he was dead and his original body had disappeared, otherwise he would have been the one to lose face!
As the icy blue spiritual energy lifted him up, Ling Wu asked with no hesitation, "How did you fall?"
Bai Yu covered his nose, unable to express his bitterness.
Remembering that the servants who served him at home had said that one should not run after taking a bath, he used this as an explanation: "Reporting to the Immortal, this disciple... this disciple just took a hot bath, and my legs... my legs are a little... cramped."
The demonic soul in the sea of consciousness felt embarrassed and, upon hearing this, couldn't help but mutter a complaint in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell me sooner!"
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