Bai Ying didn't look at Bai Di again. She gently raised her hand, and the array patterns in the sky receded like a tide, all disappearing into her sleeve.
As she turned, her robes fluttered, and she said calmly to the Lingyin Sect members, "Let's go."
Qi Haoyuan understood and immediately made hand seals and chanted incantations. The magical artifacts and storage bags scattered on the battlefield rose into the air and turned into streams of light, disappearing into his Qiankun bag.
He carefully checked every corner to make sure nothing was missed before leading everyone to follow Bai Ying's footsteps.
The mountain wind howled, and the white fireflies flew silently at the forefront.
She had thought she would feel a sense of satisfaction at killing Bai Di, but instead, her heart felt as if it were weighed down by a heavy piece of black iron.
Those obsessions that lingered since childhood—the longing for their biological parents and the yearning for blood ties—have all vanished with the passing of Bai Di.
It would have been better not to meet at all; this blood tie is ultimately a ridiculous calamity.
"Bai Ying, look!" Qi Haoyuan excitedly caught up and poured out a burst of precious light from his storage bag.
The natal magic weapons of four Void Refinement stage cultivators and dozens of Nascent Soul stage cultivators floated in the air. Among them, three immortal artifacts emitted seven-colored light, while twelve quasi-immortal artifacts surrounded them like stars around the moon. Even more astonishing were the rare and precious materials poured out of their storage bags: ten-thousand-year-old blood ginseng was crystal clear, Xuan Yin cold iron gleamed with a cold blue light, and there were hundreds of jade bottles of pills with various talismans attached.
"That Nine Heavens Jade Pendant from the Void Refinement stage elder is quite a treasure," Qi Haoyuan said, pointing to one of the jade pendants carved with a phoenix. "I heard it can withstand a full-force attack from a Mahayana stage cultivator." He then pointed to a short sword crackling with lightning, "This Thunderclap Blade..."
A ripple finally appeared in Bai Ying's eyes as she gently stroked the treasures. One of the moon-white longswords suddenly rang out with a clear sound and flew into her hand on its own. The two characters "Frost Heaven" faintly appeared on the sword, and its chilling sword aura shredded all the surrounding fallen leaves into dust.
"What a pleasant surprise." A slight smile played on her lips as she twirled her sword, creating a graceful flourish. The setting sun on the mountaintop cast a blood-red glow, making the still-wet bloodstains on the blade appear even more eerie. The heavy emotions she felt were finally somewhat eased by the joy of her achievement.
Bai Ying lightly tapped her fingertips, selecting a few items from the pile of dazzling spiritual treasures—the Frost Heaven Sword hung at her waist, the Nine Heavens Jade Pendant was stored in her divine sense, and she also took out several bottles of spiritual pills that would help her break through bottlenecks. With a flick of her sleeve, she pushed the rest in front of Qi Haoyuan.
Qi Haoyuan was taken aback at first, then he grinned so hard his eyes disappeared, and the wrinkles on his face were all squeezed together: "Oh my, this, this is too much! Bai girl, take some more, take some more!" He rubbed his hands, but his eyes were glued to the pile of treasures.
Bai Ying looked at him and chuckled, "No need."
The spiritual fruits she consumed in the hidden treasure trove of the Cangmang Mountains had already tempered her physical body to the limit that a Nascent Soul cultivator could withstand, rendering these spiritual herbs and pills of little effect on her. However, if she brought them back to the sect, they could help many disciples break through their limitations and even assist several elders in reaching higher realms.
With a flick of her finger, she separated a small pile of spiritual materials, saying, "These are the share for the Lingxiao Sect." With a gentle push, the remaining materials emitted a radiant light that flowed towards Qi Haoyuan like water.
Qi Haoyuan was so happy that his mustache stood on end. He was still declining, saying, "How could I accept this?" But his hands were not slow at all. With a flick of his sleeve, he quickly put the treasure into his pocket.
"Then I won't be polite!" He grinned from ear to ear, patting his bulging storage bag, looking just like an old man from the marketplace who had just gotten a great deal.
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Meanwhile, Bai Ying and Zhou Ying were anxiously traversing the mountains, searching for Bai Ying's whereabouts.
Zhou Ying held a tracking talisman that glowed with an eerie light between her fingers. The patterns on the talisman flickered slightly, guiding the way. Her voice trembled, "This talisman can track Di'er. We must hurry!"
White Eagle's face was gloomy, and he increased his speed without saying a word.
He still held a sliver of hope—perhaps Bai Ying could survive, perhaps they could still find her!
But even he himself found it hard to convince himself...
So many powerful cultivators at the Void Refinement stage, and cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage.
I'm afraid that no one on this Lingchuan Continent could survive!
White Eagle's fingers trembled uncontrollably.
But to his surprise, when they finally arrived at the battlefield, they were met with a shocking scene.
Corpses lay strewn across the fields, and blood stained the rocks.
The corpses of several Void Refinement stage experts lay strewn on the ground, many magical artifacts shattered, their eyes wide open in death. As for the Nascent Soul stage cultivators, their limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a heavy stench of blood and lingering killing intent.
Bai Ying could hardly believe his eyes. His pupils contracted sharply, and a storm raged in his heart—these were all elders of major sects, and they had all perished here.
How is that even possible?
Could it be that Bai Ying is actually capable of such a feat?
Bai Ying knew Bai Ying was powerful, but to go this far was simply too incredible.
He was in a state of extreme shock. He hadn't even felt happy for Bai Ying yet, but the next second, that thought was swallowed up by endless fear.
If Bai Ying survives...
What about the white flute?
The daughter he raised with such tenderness, the one who would sweetly call him "Daddy"...
White Eagle was instantly filled with fear.
Although he had begun to feel guilty towards Bai Ying and wanted to make it up to her, Bai Di, whom he had raised since childhood, was still more important to him.
At this moment, he would rather it be Bai Ying who died than his Bai Di!
He looked at the battlefield with some fear, afraid to see White Flute's corpse.
Zhou Ying had already rushed towards the center of the battlefield like a madwoman.
"My flute! Where is my flute?"
Just then, a heart-wrenching wail rang out.
Bai Yanfeng knelt beside a corpse, tightly embracing Bai Di's already cold body. His eyes were bloodshot, his face streaked with tears, and his voice was hoarse like a demon's: "Bai Ying... I, Bai Yanfeng, swear here and now, I will not be human if I do not kill you!"
Zhou Ying was struck dumb, staggering to her daughter's side. When she saw the gruesome bloody hole in Bai Di's chest, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, letting out a piercing scream: "Ah—!"
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