Yan Yu's palm covered Ruan Tang's trembling back.
The warmth of her palms seeped through the fabric, gradually dispelling the icy chill that enveloped her body.
Ruan Tang lifted her face from Yan Yu's embrace, her moist almond-shaped eyes tracing his features inch by inch.
Yan Yu's face was somewhat pale, and there was still blood on the corner of his lips.
"You're injured."
Ruan Tang's voice was trembling with sobs as she reached out her slightly trembling fingertips, wanting to touch the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth.
Yan Yu caught her outstretched hand.
He brought her soft fingertips to his lips and gently pecked them.
"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury."
His voice still carried the hoarseness of the battle, yet it was calm enough to soothe any panic.
That final blow just now truly drained all the spiritual energy from his body.
Fortunately, lightning-type abilities can indeed be integrated into metal-type spiritual power; otherwise, they might have been in serious danger this time.
Ruan Tang refused to believe it.
Her face was tense as she held his hand, stubbornly wanting to take him back to the villa, where the spiritual spring from Ruan Tang's spatial storage was kept.
"There's no rush yet."
Yan Yu took her soft little hand in his palm and said, "We haven't taken our spoils yet."
Ruan Tang was stunned for a moment before she realized what Yan Yu was talking about.
The buried worm is an ancient behemoth comparable to the Nascent Soul stage!
Even a single piece of its skin falling off is enough to drive the entire cultivation world crazy!
Their eyes met in mid-air, and a burning passion ignited in each other's eyes.
The next second, their figures disappeared from the spot, returning to that sticky, damp underground world.
The sight before her made Ruan Tang's stomach churn.
Huge chunks of grayish-white flesh and slime covered the entire underground space. The strong smell of blood mixed with the burnt smell of lightning strikes created an indescribable stench that made people want to vomit.
Yan Yu shifted his body, his broad back like a mountain, firmly protecting Ruan Tang behind him. Instantly, his spiritual power formed a barrier, enveloping Ruan Tang and isolating her from the foul air that rushed towards her.
His mental energy swept across the devastation like a tidal wave, instantly locking onto a source of the most powerful energy.
Yan Yu quickly appeared in the corner of the cave, standing in front of a millstone-sized, slightly pulsating red sphere, and flicked a golden light from his fingertips.
A wisp of golden spiritual energy, almost tangible, gently swept across the red sphere.
"Pfft—"
The red sphere was instantly sliced open by the golden light. Instead of the expected liquid flowing out, it burst forth with a warm, golden glow.
The light was not dazzling, but rather carried a newborn warmth, imbued with a pure vitality.
As the light slowly faded, Ruan Tang could see what was inside the sphere: a perfectly round object the size of a fist, lying quietly within the red sphere.
Its entire body radiates a warm, golden glow, with light rising and falling around it as if it were breathing steadily, exuding an aura that calms the mind.
"This is an egg?" Ruan Tang was somewhat surprised, as she remembered that burrowing worms did not lay eggs.
Judging from this, the egg must have been swallowed by the burial worm. However, the worm was not digested by the worm's corrosive stomach acid, so this egg must be something special.
Ruan Tang guessed, "The earth worm probably swallowed this egg a long time ago."
"Not only did the worm fail to digest it, but it was also used by the other party as a breeding ground for itself, so the contents inside must be extraordinary."
Yan Yu gently touched the egg with his mental energy and found no danger.
He raised his hand, and a gentle golden spiritual energy surged out, transforming into an invisible giant hand that lifted the golden egg from the meat nest.
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