Chapter 333
But the cool fingertips of the man in black robes pressed against the mask that was about to be lifted.
With his other hand, he pushed Bai Yu away.
Bai Yu, pushed away, opened his eyes, ignoring the inexplicable lingering affection he had just felt for those fingertips, his voice filled with anger:
You lied to me again!
But to everyone's surprise, the woman behind the gilded mask let out a soft laugh, "Little brat, didn't you say so yourself?"
"What did I say?!" As soon as he finished speaking, the anger on his face vanished.
You lied to me again...
"Again?" he murmured.
That's right, she's not someone who's always right; she's a master of deception!
The man in black robes nodded thoughtfully. "Little brat, this trip to the secret realm has certainly made you much smarter."
"You..." Bai Yu's eyes were red with anger.
Ling Wu sensed the imminent arrival of the little phoenix and, not wanting to waste words with Bai Yu, summoned the ink-black longsword into her hand.
Upon seeing this, all of Bai Yu's anger at being tricked and his inexplicable dependence vanished.
"What do you want to do?" He took a step back.
"What are you doing?" Ling Wu repeated his question, then asked in confusion, "After so many times, don't you know?"
Before Bai Yu could reply, the longsword flew from his hand toward him.
After an unknown amount of time, Bai Yu collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood, his body covered in mud and blood like a rag doll.
He looked up at the gilded mask, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Cough... If you don't kill me, cough cough, one day I will personally remove your mask!"
The white-robed immortal, who was high and mighty in his previous two lives, is now making threats, only saying that he wants to remove the other party's mask.
It's truly laughable.
"I also look forward to that day." Ling Wu stood with her hands behind her back.
A scorching heat came from behind her, and Ling Wu turned around.
The young man in red, his eyes still filled with deep longing, froze when he saw the scene before him.
The fiery red wings behind him disappeared, and the vermilion mark between his eyebrows shone brightly, but his lips were slightly parted, leaving the words he was about to say unspoken.
Jing Si is now even more unsure whether the man in black robes is truly his junior uncle.
After all, how could Junior Uncle possibly harm a disciple of the Tianyi Sect?
But the guidance of bloodline cannot be faked.
Jing Si had no choice but to meet Bai Yu's gaze, who was lying on the ground struggling to breathe.
Bai Yu had regained his appearance by now, and it took Jing Si a long time to barely recognize him.
Because his eyes were exactly the same as those of the five-elemental-root spirit servant beside Junior Uncle.
But Bai was the only disciple besides Song Bai who could stay by his junior uncle's side, so how could his junior uncle possibly kill him?
Jing Si hesitated even more at this moment.
Why would Junior Uncle disguise himself as a man in black robes to harm the spirit servant he once protected despite the rumors?
Moreover, if Junior Uncle wanted to, he could crush Bai Yu with just one hand, so why bother putting on the black robe?
unless……
A look of tenderness flashed across Jing Si's eyes, overflowing with emotion.
Unless Junior Martial Aunt has some compelling reason that forces her to do this.
Before the first word "little..." could be finished, Jing Si changed his address to "Your Excellency".
Lingwu was unaware that he had already prepared a reason for her in his heart, but she was only considering the word "little" he used before changing his address.
Junior Uncle?
It seems he recognized her; blood ties are indeed an excellent tool for recognizing relatives.
However, since this little phoenix junior disciple changed his tune, it means that he is not prepared to acknowledge this identity.
"Are you planning to save him?" Ling Wu turned around and asked coldly.
As the androgynous voice faded, Jing Si slowly shook his head before speaking: "The law of the jungle is an immutable law of the cultivation world."
Bai Yu, lying on the ground, watched coldly, yet was still somewhat surprised.
Jing Si had already figured out what the Immortal Venerable thought of him back on the day of the disciple-acceptance ceremony.
He just didn't expect that the sect leader's closed-door disciple would be just like everyone else, jealous and resentful because of his status, and would refuse to help him in his time of need.
Thinking of this, he looked up at the murky sky with a sense of relief.
The Immortal Venerable is surrounded by wolves, tigers, and leopards. He is a wolf, Song Bai is a tiger, and Jing Si is a leopard. So what about the others?
If he dies, will all these surrounding dark forces swarm around the Immortal Venerable?
The Immortal Venerable is kind-hearted and naive; can she see through them?
Unable to find an answer, he gritted his teeth and tried to suppress his urge to faint.
He then shakily raised the spirit-repelling herb that he had hidden away.
"I'll use it to save my life." He held up the spirit-repelling herb and brought it to the black-robed man.
After Jing Si finished answering but didn't receive a reply from Ling Wu, he only turned his attention to Bai Yu when he heard Bai Yu's weak voice.
The young boy lay in a pool of blood, his clothes stained with blood, looking disheveled and pitiful, his delicate, jade-like face deathly pale.
He was holding the spirit-repelling herb, but his gaze as he stared at the man in black robes was incredibly complex.
There was hatred, there was supplication, and even a faint trace of worship in it.
Jing Si memorized that complex look in his eyes.
At the same time, Bai Yu pleaded again: "Can I exchange this exorcising herb for my life?"
Ling Wu looked at the spirit-repelling herb stained with blood by Bai Yu and slowly said, "You little brat, you're too cheap. A spirit-repelling herb can buy your life."
Bai Yu's hand clenched weakly, and the spirit-repelling herb fell onto the pool of blood, which reeked of blood, just as pitiful as he was at that moment.
"But I'll have to trouble you to take action. A single Spirit-Dispelling Herb isn't enough to buy your life," Ling Wu said calmly.
Bai Yu felt a strange urge to laugh, but he managed a slight twitch of his lips and a hoarse voice: "So, what... what do you want to do?"
Ling Wu stared at his delicate face for a long time, and only after Bai Yu's smile froze and his eyes began to show fear did she finally speak:
"Your face..."
"No!" Bai Yu interrupted Ling Wu before she could say anything.
He himself found his refusal laughable.
He really doesn't learn his lesson; he forgot that he doesn't have many more spiritual roots left for "her" to break.
But the Immortal Venerable has never seen his appearance...
On the day he first met the Immortal Venerable, his face was covered with scars, making him ugly and terrifying.
For five years, he had walked through the Tianyi Sect with this terrifying face, enduring countless taunts and ridicule.
She had finally regained her appearance, only to have it taken away again.
He was unwilling to accept it!
He kept calling out in his heart, "Demon Soul! Demon Soul!"
The demonic soul in the sea of consciousness seemed to be dead, and it wouldn't appear no matter what.
"Heh." He chuckled softly, completely extinguishing any remaining trust he had developed in the Demon Soul over the past five years.
Lingwu didn't wait for him any longer; the long sword that had been hanging in mid-air returned to her palm.
The sword tip landed at his throat, then slowly moved upwards, pointing at his right eye.
"I bestowed upon you your appearance, but you have altered it without my permission?" The androgynous voice was faint.
For some reason, Bai Yu was reminded of the flowers that only appeared in his hometown during the transition from winter to spring after hearing this sound.
The flower is pure white, with a light icy blue tinge to its stamen, and a glistening dewdrop often lingers at the tip of its petals.
It grows on the mountaintop and can transform the entire cliff into a dreamlike world overnight.
However, it will spontaneously combust if anyone gets close to it, and no one can obtain the real thing.
"Yaohanzi." He murmured, calling out the flower's name.
He thought of the Immortal Venerable.
The Immortal Venerable, like Yao Hanzi, was aloof and beautiful, pure and flawless, able to bring everyone dreamlike hope, yet no one could enter even an inch of her heart.
Bai Yu's head was spinning, and his eyelids felt incredibly heavy.
But he was destined not to have the right to sleep peacefully beside the man in black.
With a loud "thud," the sound of a longsword piercing through flesh rang out!
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