She might fail, and the consequences might be severe, but she was no longer able to calm down.
"Ning Xiaocao, have you gone mad?"
"Little grass—"
Ning Xiaocao's face began to contort. Her body ached terribly. She bit her lower lip hard and continued to reverse her cultivation technique.
Suddenly, spiritual energy began to stir within the cave.
Was it successful?
Yan Wu stared at Ning Xiaocao without blinking. His body was cold, and his hands were trembling violently.
"Little grass, have you been messed with? Little grass—"
The spiritual energy suddenly froze for a moment.
Immediately, a large amount of spiritual energy surged into Ning Xiaocao's body.
For a full day and night, Ning Xiaocao remained motionless, as if she were dead, and even her breathing had stopped.
Yan Wu leaned close to her, feeling utterly powerless for the first time.
Suddenly, Ning Xiaocao opened her eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the Immortal Binding Rope.
"Little grass?"
Yan Wu's face lit up with joy. "You're awake?"
Ning Xiaocao didn't speak. Instead, she opened her palm, moved her hand, and her usual longsword appeared. Her cultivation had been restored. Ning Xiaocao directly used the longsword to cut the Immortal Binding Rope.
"Little Grass?" Yan Wu called out.
"I'm going to find my brother. If fate allows, we'll meet again." She reached out and stroked Yan Wu's face.
Since it was so dangerous there, she decided not to let him go with her.
Ning Xiaocao's lips were pale, and her eyes were bloodshot.
Some purple lines even appeared on her cheeks.
Those are the markings of a demon beast.
Ning Xiaocao has fallen into demonhood.
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