Chapter 329
From the very first day the secret realm opened, the sky was gloomy and endless, with no sunlight in sight.
Fortunately, the constant scent of fresh herbs and plants in the air and the abundance of medicinal herbs in the field of vision prevent one from feeling tired.
After a little over half a month, some cultivators had changed out of their disciple robes, and even the high-level cultivators looked somewhat disheveled.
No one noticed Lingwu's presence.
With a clear goal in mind, she finally rested on the tallest and only sycamore tree in the secret realm, overlooking the entire realm.
The phoenix trees in the east are already towering, but now they stand even higher within the secret realm. If the secret realm were cloudless, they would probably pierce the sky.
With a light touch of her toes, she landed atop the paulownia tree, releasing her divine sense to listen to the sounds coming from all directions.
A complex mix of emotions—from cultivators to demons—fear, joy, and anger, flooded Lingwu's ears like a tidal wave.
However, due to her profound cultivation, these chaotic sounds did not bother her at all.
Lingwu was simply here to observe the terrain of the secret realm and take a short rest.
But when they looked up, they saw a young man in a red shirt coming towards them from afar.
The young man's appearance was very familiar, with a small mole between his eyebrows and scorching fire-type spiritual power...
She was her junior apprentice, and she was quite audacious.
Jing Si possesses the bloodline of a phoenix, and phoenixes often perch on parasol trees.
“…” Ling Wu turned to leave.
But then, Wu'a suddenly squeaked, "Master, this egg just moved!"
After listening, Lingwu looked inside the ring at the dragon egg. Indeed, as Wu'a had said, the dragon egg, which had been lifeless at first, now seemed to have gained some vitality.
As the dragon approached, the vibrations of the dragon egg grew stronger.
“Spit it out,” Ling Wutong cried out.
Without a moment's hesitation, she vomited, and a large, radiant, golden egg landed on the branch where Lingwu was standing.
But the sycamore tree did not tremble; it remained proudly standing, not even its golden leaves shook.
The golden dragon egg shook, trying to fly towards the red-clad boy, but was stopped by a slender finger, rendering it unable to move.
“%#@！~#！#” A strange, indistinct voice came from inside the dragon egg.
"Oh!" The next moment, the translator cried out, "My wife! I want my wife!"
Lingwu frowned for a moment.
But in an instant, when her gaze fell upon Jing Si, everything became clear.
“He cannot be your wife,” Ling Wu said in a deep voice.
"%#@！~%Wife!"
"He is my wife!" (Simultaneous translation)
"..."
Ling Wu pursed her lips, and in the next instant, she stuffed the golden egg, which was somewhat love-struck and somewhat blind, back into the ring.
"Wife! Wife!" came the pitiful wails of the dragon egg from inside the ring.
Lingwu ignored him and continued to observe the structure of the entire secret realm. After making a note of it, she glanced at the young man in red who was already standing under the paulownia tree before leaving.
At this moment, the dragon egg was making a lot of noise and wanted to cover its ears, but since it had no physical form, it could only endure it.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he asked Lingwu, "Master, it's too noisy, can I hit it?"
“Give it a cup of spiritual spring water,” Lingwu replied.
I was taken aback. What is spiritual spring water?
It pondered for a moment, then glanced at the spring water in the space that it had taken to water the spirit field, before thoughtfully agreeing.
There was no wind in the space, yet the spring water was stirred up into a thin stream, which gradually thickened until it was as thick as a sycamore tree before stopping, and then it headed towards the golden egg!
Just as the water was about to touch the golden egg, it transformed into a slap, striking the golden egg with a "smack!"
"Waaah—" A crying sound came from inside the golden egg, but upon closer listening, it also carried a sense of joy and comfort.
This made it difficult for Wu'a to bring herself to do it.
Ugh, for some inexplicable reason, I felt that this dragon was a bit disgusting, so I reluctantly withdrew my hand.
The golden egg, which had been swept away by the spiritual spring, became docile and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
Below, the young man in red felt a deep longing for this place within his blood, but managed to suppress his barely contained desire.
First, he looked up to observe the sycamore tree whose top he couldn't see. Just as he looked up, he felt a surge of longing and desire in his heart once again.
He frowned slightly, puzzled, and said, "I didn't have this feeling when I passed through this place last time, so why am I having it now?"
"This feeling is very familiar, it's like... it's like..."
Jing Si paused, her flamboyant and beautiful eyes narrowing slightly.
He muttered to himself, "It's as if my junior uncle is here."
After all, the waves of excitement and joy surging through his heart almost overwhelmed his consciousness.
This feeling of being out of control only occurred when he met his junior uncle.
Hearing Jingsi's mutterings, Lingwu, who was on the sycamore tree, immediately suppressed her aura.
She didn't forget to reach out and press down the black robe and veil on her hair. After doing all that, she lightly touched the ground with her toes and headed towards Song Bai's location.
It's time to go and see how my only protégé is doing.
Beneath the sycamore tree, an invisible golden-red wing unfurled behind the young man in red, making his already exquisite and enchanting face even more dazzling.
A young man in flowing red robes, his black hair dancing in the wind.
Soon, he landed on the branch where Lingwu had just stood, but when he looked up, he saw nothing.
Seeing that there was no one there, a thought inexplicably arose in his mind, which compelled him to immediately turn around and look.
But only a remnant of the dark hem of the garment remained, and that dark color completely disappeared into the horizon.
"Who is it?" A ripple of emotion welled up in the eyes of the young man in red.
He suppressed the emptiness and helplessness that had arisen in his heart since Ling Wu left, and gave up the phoenix tree that could help him cultivate quickly.
Unfurling the wings on its back, it channeled its fire-elemental spiritual power and chased after the black-robed man in the direction he had gone.
Could that be Junior Uncle?
But why would Junior Uncle come to the secret realm...?
He didn't know, but if that person really was his junior uncle, he was willing to help his junior uncle keep it a secret.
At that moment, Ling Wu shrank the earth to a foot and quickly arrived at Song Bai's location.
Her slight worry about her only disciple vanished when she saw the young man in the blue robe.
Song Bai was lying comfortably on the furry brown bear, occasionally tossing a few fresh and pretty fruits into his mouth, while a group of cultivators dressed in various disciple robes followed behind him.
Lingwu watched the whole way, and the young man in the blue robe who was lying down would only occasionally get up and sit up at a crossroads, resting his chin on his hand and thinking.
"Which route should we take this time?" A look of confusion crossed his handsome face. He then turned to ask the group of cultivators following behind him.
"Which way do you think we should go this time?" Song Bai asked.
One by one, the men replied, "Boss, we went to the right last time, so this time we can go to the left."
Someone objected, not forgetting to flatter: "That won't do! Last time, our leader took the right side, and we encountered some rare treasures! We also saved many of our fellow disciples, so I think we should still take the right side!"
"I think..."
Amidst the commotion, Song Bai yawned and raised his hand.
The voices below suddenly fell silent.
He closed his eyes and casually tossed the fruit pit in his hand forward.
Seeing this, Lingwu pointed a wisp of spiritual energy at the fruit.
As everyone held their breath, the fruit twisted almost imperceptibly in mid-air, landed again, and pointed to the right.
The others didn't see the change, but Song Bai saw it clearly.
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