Chapter 250
Once Huang Lingyi was absorbed, the karmic fire in the secret realm slowly dissipated, and the spiritual energy of Hidden Mountain lost its source, causing the numerous spiritual energies to dart away like fish without a destination.
"I'll kill you!!!" A turquoise flute-sword roared in response to its master's rage, but stopped abruptly just before it was about to sever Ying Ning's neck.
Si Baixue's face darkened, his back trembled uncontrollably, and a large amount of bloody sweetness surged up in his throat. Before his expression of shock and anger could dissipate, he vomited a mouthful of blood.
This forced a large amount of blood mist to rise from his eerie eyes.
The demon clan's pact, the one who murders his master, will surely have his heart shattered.
"How dare you use a secret technique to form a contract with me?!" At this moment, Si Baixue no longer cared how Ying Ning knew about the demon race's contract technique; all his anger was released.
In the realm of demons, perhaps during a great war, they would willingly follow the powerful gods they admire, offering themselves as sacrifices and signing a master-servant contract.
However, the demon realm has long since broken free from its subordination to the divine realm.
Nowadays, no one of any standing among the demon race would ever sign a master-servant contract with someone from another race!
Si Baixue had considered contracting a five-tailed fox in her spare time, which would be a good opportunity to deflate the arrogance of the Chongming royal family.
But now it is...
She is the mistress, and he is the servant.
Si Baixue was practically grinding her teeth to powder. How dare she use the divine power that overflowed when Huang Ling entered her body to forcibly form a secret contract with her?!
If this gets out, he, the young patriarch of Hidden Mountain, will truly lose face in the human realm!
"Undo the contract for me!" Si Baixue said fiercely. If he were in beast form at this moment, Ying Ning would naturally be able to see the way his feathers were all puffed up.
"I don't understand." Yingning felt there was no reason to return a gift that had been delivered to her door.
Ying Ning remembered that in the storyline, it was Si Baixue who told Bai Xie about an ancient secret technique, allowing Bai Xie to forcibly refine Huang Ling into the original owner's body.
Although he didn't know what benefits Bai Xie had given him, Si Baixue handed over Huang Ling without hesitation, which planted the seed of endless pain for the original owner.
Now, he too has fallen into esoteric practices; it seems the tables have turned.
"Ancient secret techniques, life-and-death contracts, are not something an old man can easily untie."
"If Your Highness doesn't care about your name, I do have many hidden techniques from the underworld. For example, I can directly extract Your Highness's demon soul and place it in the realm of evil spirits..."
Yingning described the evil spirit's hideous appearance, and Si Baixue's face grew darker and darker as she listened, unable to contain her anger:
I'll still kill you!
He lunged forward, and as expected, he crashed to the ground in mid-air, his eerie face covered in mud.
When Bai Xie arrived, he happened to witness the Hidden Mountain Clan Chief coughing up blood for the tenth time. He leaned forward in front of Ying Ning, looking at Si Baixue not far away:
"Mother-in-law, what's wrong...?"
Bai Xie felt that he had only been away for a short while, but not only had the spiritual energy of Hidden Mountain dissipated, but Meng Po also seemed to have offended some enemies.
"Lord Bai, it's alright. I was just bored and decided to form a contract with a little peacock." Ying Ning waved her hand, and the demon contract flashed across her wrist.
Bai Xie glanced at Si Baixue a few more times. Seeing her beautiful appearance, he had some doubts, but there were more important things to do at the moment.
"The spiritual energy of this hidden mountain seems to have dissipated. Could it be that something is wrong with Huang Ling?"
As soon as Bai Xie finished speaking, he felt a heat in front of him.
Yingning held up her palm, where a cluster of scorching flames was visible.
Although the flames were small, they still conveyed the power that had ravaged the world ten thousand years ago.
At the beginning of the chaos in the Six Realms, the pure karmic fire left behind by Yuan Feng was naturally incomparable to the karmic fire of the Phoenix Clan in the Immortal Realm who has been reborn from the ashes.
"Lord Bai, there's no need to worry. I have already refined the Phoenix Spirit." Ying Ning gestured, the karmic fire obediently in her palm.
Bai Xie was puzzled by this. He didn't know how Ying Ning had refined the ancient phoenix spirit, but at this moment he could only attribute the reason to the special nature of the Void Body.
The Ghost Messenger narrowed his eyes, shook his fan, and chuckled, "I've only been separated from my mother-in-law for a short while, yet she's already suffered."
"Refining the Phoenix Spirit will probably not be an easy task."
"Would you like to give it a try, sir?" Yingning deliberately threw a small cluster of karmic fire at Bai Xie, but he dodged it with a graceful movement.
"I certainly don't want to become a burnt ghost."
...
Fortunately, Si Baixue's "suicide" attempts stopped after leaving Yinshan. She was quite well-behaved along the way, only occasionally staring at Yingning with a gloomy expression.
Every now and then, he would let out a cold laugh.
0067 didn't dare to take its gaze off Si Baixue; it felt that Si Baixue's expression was somewhat eerie.
"Owner..."
"That demon seems to have some bad intentions."
As soon as 0067's voice faded away, Si Baixue walked over seductively, ignoring Bai Xie's gaze, and wrapped her soft body around Ying Ning's arm.
A beautiful and alluring face, but unfortunately, her words were quite fierce:
"I cannot kill you."
His slender fingertips deliberately traced across Yingning's throat:
"But if you are killed by someone else, don't blame me for using up all my cultivation to devour the master-servant contract and turn you into my food."
Si Baixue's eyes and brows seemed to burn with seductive charm. Although he was wearing a green robe, his fingers were incredibly nimble. He reached inside the misty robe and grabbed the other person's wrist.
His voice was like poison, yet still captivating:
"Where do you think I should start eating?"
His eyes, like vines, bound Yingning tightly from head to toe: "Does this servant obey Your Majesty's heart?"
"Should we start by eating with our lips?"
hiss--
Si Baixue felt a burning pain from something and realized that she was already bound by a mass of ghostly energy, while Bai Xie beside her had an expression that said, "I knew it."
Whoever offends Meng Po is doomed.
The ghostly aura enveloped her, causing a burning pain all over Si Baixue's body.
However, the existence of the contract prevented him from directly attacking Ying Ning.
Although he didn't know the power of the mist robe, he guessed it wasn't an ordinary robe, so he shouted urgently, "You old woman, let me go!"
You burned my neck!
Peacocks are naturally vain.
"you..."
...
"How dare you abuse a pet!"
Si Baixue was scalded and babbled incoherently. Only after the words left his mouth did he realize what he had said, and his face instantly turned red.
Pooh!
When did he become her pet?
Ying Ning was amused by his appearance and laughed. Only then did Si Baixue notice that the ghostly aura around him had gently receded. He quickly examined his half-hanging black hair.
Upon noticing a few slightly burnt strands of hair, the little peacock glared fiercely at Yingning.
"You won't have a good ending." Si Baixue only said these harsh words because she was worried about her hair.
But to his surprise, he heard a cold laugh:
"rest assured."
"If I don't have a good ending, I won't let you live alone."
Si Baixue felt her icy gaze:
"After all, when the owner dies, the pet is expected to die with him."
"Little Snow Slave..."
"Aren't you right?"
Si Baixue was embarrassed by her address. As the young patriarch of the Hidden Mountain Clan, he had never heard anyone dare to address him like that. He looked indignant and said bluntly:
Yes, yes, yes.
"When you are old and your soul has departed."
"I will ensure that the lamps and lanterns in the Hidden Mountain remain lit for a hundred years, and that I will chant blessings for you every morning using the Gara Sutra..."
"Or should I hold a lamp to protect your soul beneath the Bridge of Helplessness?"
He uttered the words through gritted teeth.
"Very good." Yingning nodded with satisfaction.
Si Baixue turned away, snorted coldly, "You're sick," and then moved away from Ying Ning.
He was unaware of this at the time.
When that day comes.
...
His words proved prophetic.
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