Chapter 326
This was not the first time Bai Yu had faced the fear of death, but under "her" sword, he had no hope of escaping alive.
But if that egg is also gone, will he really have anything else to rely on?
The long sword in the black-robed man's hand had slowly moved down to his spiritual root.
Everything was strikingly similar to the day their entire family was wiped out.
"Last time, I didn't have time to completely shatter your spiritual root..."
At this moment, Bai Yu wished he could shatter his own spiritual root with his own hands, so that at least "she" wouldn't be able to succeed.
A maniacal smile played on his lips. The mud on his face had long since dried, and as his facial muscles twitched, several pieces fell off, revealing a clean face beneath.
But the mud around his eyebrows and eyes was still clinging tightly to his face, making it impossible to see anything.
Seeing his eerie smile, Ling Wu stepped on his face, pressing half of his cheek onto the grass.
"You little brat, your smile is awful," Ling Wu explained in a low voice.
The mud on Bai Yu's face was completely washed off by the stepping action.
His face had completely recovered from the mud, his features were delicate and his face shape was excellent, and his pale cheeks were now moistened with some green grass juice.
The boy's features already bore a similar aloof and cold air to the later immortal venerable one, who was dressed in white robes and appeared immaculate.
Upon closer inspection, however, this aloof and cold demeanor is somewhat reminiscent of Lingwu's personality as Ji Lingwu.
He was unconsciously imitating her every word and action.
Realizing this, Ling Wu withdrew her foot from his face with a rather complicated expression.
But Bai Yu was still smiling, as if he were under a spell.
He murmured a sentence to himself.
Lingwu listened carefully and finally understood what he said: "I can't protect anything, I can't protect anything!"
After listening, Ling Wu nodded, "There will only be more things you can't protect in the future."
With those words, Bai Yu was pulled back from his nightmare. He smiled brightly, his pale lips stained with blood, which gave him a semblance of life.
"Yes, I can't protect anything, but how will I know if I don't try?"
He produced a dark dagger radiating a sinister demonic aura from somewhere, and with a flick of his wrist, he rose to his feet, aiming for Ling Wu's throat.
What he thought was swift appeared incredibly slow to Ling Wu.
Just as it was about to reach Ling Wu's neck, before the surprise in Bai Yu's bloodshot eyes could bloom, the dagger and longsword made a "clang" sound the moment they clashed.
The dagger nearly slipped from Bai Yu's hand.
Bai Yu was slightly taken aback, then continued to attack the man in black robes' neck!
Seeing this, Lingwu sheathed her longsword and blocked the next attack of the dagger with just one finger.
A voice, neither clearly male nor female, emanated from beneath the gilded mask, carrying a hint of disappointment: "I thought you could unleash a lot of power."
She sighed, "I thought too highly of you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the longsword was about to pierce through Bai Yu's spiritual root.
The dagger fell from the boy's hand, his hoarse voice filled with hatred: "Here you go!"
The longsword stopped, but in the blink of an eye, it continued its trajectory toward his spiritual root.
"You still don't learn your lesson. Every time, I have to destroy your spiritual root before you're willing to give up what I want."
Bai Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and a feeling of near despair swept over his entire body.
Before the Immortal Venerable left, he said, "If necessary, some things can be given up." Why didn't he listen to him?
Can the Immortal Venerable save him this time?
It seemed that the heavens heard his prayers, and the icy blue spiritual power hidden within him was touched by the longsword, bursting forth from his sea of consciousness.
Bai Yu's eyes lit up; this spiritual power...
His nose stung with tears.
He thought the Immortal Venerable had only left her mark on Song Bai's sea of consciousness, but he didn't expect that she had also left a mark on his sea of consciousness.
Ling Wu, expressionless beneath the gilded mask, drew her longsword from Bai Yu's spiritual root.
In the end, true to his character, he dropped the line: "Little brat, you're lucky this time."
He drew the longsword from Bai Yu's spiritual root, then turned the blade and took off the storage bag he was wearing at his waist!
"Little brat, there's plenty of time in the future."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Wu disappeared from the spot, clutching her storage bag.
He couldn't protect anything, and even triggered the mark left by the Immortal Venerable, causing Bai Yu to look up.
He looked at the perpetually dark sky in the secret realm.
After a short while, he looked away and picked up the spirit-repelling herb that had been lying on the ground.
He glanced again at the pile of discarded herbs that had been crushed into juice by the man in black robes, and the hatred in his heart could no longer be hidden.
"She's a woman," he whispered to himself, clutching the spirit-repelling herb tightly.
When she stepped on her own face, the size of the shoe was definitely not that of a man.
But why does she hate him so much?
Is it the Bai family who has a grudge against her, or is it herself who has a grudge against her?
Bai Yu couldn't think of anything, so he could only clench the spirit-repelling herb, instinctively wanting to put it in his storage bag, but his hand reached for nothing.
He forced a smile, reached out to touch his face, and found that it was no longer covered in scars as usual, which made him feel a little better.
"At least there's one piece of good news," he comforted himself.
But the anger and helplessness in my heart could not be extinguished no matter what.
"First, find a safe place to transform the five spiritual roots into four spiritual roots." He muttered to himself, and only then did he feel as if he had found his backbone, and a glimmer of light appeared in his blood-red eyes.
He wants to get out of here alive.
Ling Wu was currently inside the giant spider's cave. The stench of blood remained, but there was no other unusual scent, indicating that no one had been there before.
Ling Wu erased Bai Yu's mark from the storage bag and forcibly added her own mark.
In an instant, Lingwu gained a new connection with the storage bag.
Lingwu probed with her divine sense, ignoring the items that Bai Yu had neatly categorized in the storage bag, and took out the giant, pitch-black egg.
This egg is not mysterious at all; in fact, it is rather ordinary. If it weren't for its enormous size, it would just look like one of the most common pet eggs on the market.
Lingwu's divine sense probed in.
There was not a trace of spiritual energy emanating from the egg, nor even any sign of life.
After being shocked several times, the voice calmed down a lot. "Master, this really is a dragon egg! It's just a pity that it seems to be a dead egg."
Ling Wu didn't speak, but her spiritual energy transformed into a blade that cut her fingertip again, and a drop of blood gushed out.
Upon smelling the familiar sweet scent, the Sumeru Ring stirred.
Seeing its agitation, Lingwu said in a deep voice, "Be good, this drop isn't for you."
She responded quietly with a soft "woo-ah".
Blood dripped from mid-air onto the dark dragon egg.
The dragon egg instantly shed its black shell and turned golden, with mysterious silver patterns faintly visible on the shell.
"Hey, it's changed!" A cheer erupted.
Lingwu dripped another drop of her essence blood onto the Sumeru Ring.
The cheering stopped abruptly, and the child cautiously asked, "Is this for Wua, Master?"
"Um."
Seeing Lingwu respond softly, Wu'a's little baby voice took on a sob, "Master, you're so good to Wu'a, Wu'a."
Seeing its pathetic state, Lingwu finally smiled and softened her tone: "How should we raise this egg?"
After a moment of contemplation, she said in a soft, coquettish tone, "I want dragon's blood grass."
"Place the eggs in a nest made of dragon's blood grass, and then it all depends on the right time, place, and people! Hmm~ In short, it depends on its mood."
Lingwu placed the dragon egg into her Sumeru Ring, saying, "From now on, you will take care of it."
"Don't worry, Master, I'll definitely raise it to adulthood!"
After doing everything, Lingwu did some quick calculations and discovered that Baiyu's situation was not good.
It makes sense; it's normal for him to be upset that his reliance on the dragon egg was taken away.
Since he had no treasures at the moment, Lingwu did not want to go any further.
With nothing else to do, Lingwu used her spiritual power to cleanse the cave of blood and foul odors before taking out the ice bed that Jingyi had given her. She then prepared to use this place as her temporary cave dwelling.
Not long after, voices could be heard outside the cave.
"Quickly, there's a cave here. Let's escort the Holy Maiden inside to rest for a while!"
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