The tension in the young man's eyes suddenly disappeared, and he returned to his indifference. He waved his sleeves and returned to his body.
As soon as he opened his eyes, his originally rosy face instantly lost its color and turned as pale as paper.
He returned to the tree roots and sat cross-legged. Gray mist immediately gathered around him. Although he didn't speak, he conveyed a hint of concern.
"Owner!"
Yuan Mo staggered in and saw the young man's frail face. He felt as if he had returned to two hundred years ago.
"Master, your spirit?!"
He knelt in front of the young man in panic, his eyes red, "Master, didn't you pass the last calamity? How come you are still..."
"It has nothing to do with fate."
The young man said calmly, "It's just a minor injury. I'll be fine after some rest."
"Master, how can this be called a minor loss?!"
Yuan Mo's face was filled with indignation. "Nearly half of the cold bamboo sea outside was instantly destroyed. I've only seen such a situation during your last calamity! Who attacked you? I'll inform the clan leader, and he will definitely seek justice for you!"
“No need.”
The young man lowered his eyes and spread out his palms, "Don't tell him a word about my affairs."
When Yuan Mo saw the red line burning on his palm, he immediately understood something. His expression instantly became complicated and he didn't know where to start for a moment.
He held it in for a long time, then finally sighed, "The spirit descended from heaven has already been reincarnated, and her karma with you has long since been severed. She doesn't even remember you, so why would you sacrifice your own cultivation to save her?"
"The bento is a way to repay a favor."
The young man slowly closed his eyes, "Without her, there would be no me today."
"So the master wants to repay a favor."
Yuan Mo suddenly realized, "She helped you survive your last life-threatening calamity, which was a great favor. Today, you risked half your life to save her, so we are now even. Then, do we not need the other spirit puppets that descended from the sky..."
The young man suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "You want to be lazy?"
“No, no, no!”
Yuan Mo waved his hands quickly and said awkwardly, "I'll keep looking. I'll keep looking."
"Um."
The young man flicked his sleeves and immersed himself in the divine light, his blood color returning to normal. "The movements in Lengzhuhai cannot be hidden from the clan. Find a reason to send the elders away, and don't let them bother me."
Yuan Mo nodded repeatedly and said, "Master, don't worry. I told you that your mind and spirit are occasionally disturbed. It's nothing serious. It's just that your retreat will take some time."
"inappropriate."
The young man's eyes shone coldly. "Those old guys, although they wish I could trap Leng Zhuhai to death, but if you say that, it will cause trouble for Mother again."
"Lord Ancient Demon?"
Yuan Mo was shocked, "How should I explain it then?"
The young man's lips curled up slightly, "Let's just say I was seriously injured this time, narrowly escaping death. I need a thousand years of rest and recuperation. I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the next battle outside the domain."
"ah?"
Yuan Mo was immediately confused. "If you say that, won't that give those people in the Council of Elders an opportunity to fabricate stories about you being incompetent?"
"Go ahead."
The young man was unwilling to explain, so Yuan Mo had no choice but to stand up and say, "Yuan Mo, I'll take my leave."
…
A gentle breeze blew across my face, and the Soul Sound Grass lowered its tail, gently brushing across my cheek, making me feel itchy.
Xiang Sheng subconsciously grabbed it, then suddenly opened his eyes, stood up and looked around.
All she saw were the soul-sound grasses swaying in the wind, with bits of soul light flying by like fireflies. She sat in the middle of the grass, feeling so peaceful.
The black fog...disappeared.
She propped herself up and stood up, took two steps, and saw a black human figure with a little light reflected from the grass next to it.
It’s a storage ring!
Xiang Sheng picked up the storage ring and identified it as his owner. When his consciousness swept through it, he saw boxes of soul essence piled up in a corner of the storage space.
This storage ring belongs to Xiang Wenli. Xiang Wenli is really dead.
Xiang Sheng clenched the ring tightly, frowning.
The black fog was not an illusion, but a real existence. Even Dong Jinghuan and others avoided it like the plague, and Xiang Wenli died in an instant.
She was clearly enveloped by the black fog, so how did she survive?
Also, she had clearly swallowed at least a hundred soul essences before, which must have been difficult for her mind and soul to bear. Why didn't she feel anything now?
Thinking of this, her consciousness turned and she came to the spiritual platform, and immediately found something strange.
I saw that there was an extra transparent bead next to the Breath-Gathering Bead in the center of the spiritual platform. The soul power in the bead was abundant and flowed smoothly. It was releasing the power at an extremely slow speed and did not burden the sea of consciousness.
Xiang Sheng's brows suddenly furrowed even tighter.
From the moment the black fog enveloped her, she lost consciousness and had no memory of how she was rescued from her coma.
There is no living thing here and now, who can save her?
Unable to figure it out, Xiang Sheng simply suppressed the thought for the time being and left it for later consideration.
She searched the entire underground, picking up all the spiritual materials that fell from the medicine garden and put them into her blood ring, not even letting go of the Soul Sound Grass.
After two days of hard work, Xiang Sheng finally picked all the fruits in the underground and left along the underground passage.
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