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Chapter 65

In the Yuanling Swamp, under the moonlight, a figure in green swiftly darted through the forest, stumbling as eerie rustling of leaves followed closely behind.
Several dead trees, resembling venomous snakes, trailed after the green figure.
The figure moved and cast a spell, concealing itself beneath an old tree.
The pursuing dead trees lost their direction and hovered in confusion mid-air.
The person in green sighed in relief, revealing a familiar face—it was Qing Yi from Daze Mountain.
As the chief of Daze Mountain, he had never been in such a dire situation before.
He glanced back at the dark, massive forest and frowned.
What exactly is hidden within here…?
Suddenly, the rustling of leaves intensified to an unbearable pitch.
 A gap was torn open in Qing Yi’s spiritual barrier by a flurry of leaves that flew from an unknown source.
The massive tree behind him came alive, sprouting countless vines that unexpectedly bound him.
Not good! Qing Yi’s pupils contracted as he noticed the dead trees in mid-air had spotted him.
They all turned and transformed into sharp spikes aimed directly at his forehead—
With a loud bang!
An object crashed against the tree’s edge, pinning down the dead tree that was about to stab Qing Yi.
Both Qing Yi, who thought he was doomed, and the dead tree in mid-air were startled and involuntarily looked down at the writhing black mass on the ground.
“What the hell is this! It hurts like hell!” The mass scrambled to its feet, frantically brushing off the spikes stuck to it.
In the forest, the eerie rustling of leaves came to an abrupt halt, leaving a deathly silence.
Bai Shuo dizzily looked up and met a pair of astonished eyes.
“Immortal friend, may I ask where this is?”
What a handsome little Taoist!
Bai Shuo wore an innocent expression and exclaimed, “Oh? How did you get tied up?”
“Be careful!”
Qing Yi couldn’t respond in time; his expression changed as Bai Shuo turned around to see countless dead trees poking toward her.
This scene felt maddeningly familiar!
Have all the trees in the three realms gone mad?!
“Oh my god!”
Bai Shuo hurriedly summoned her immortal sword and slashed backward.
The dead tree bit through the sword, instantly wrapping around her arm.
Just when the dead trees thought Bai Shuo posed no threat, blood began to flow from her arm onto them, causing them to shudder and retreat in fear.
Bai Shuo was taken aback but reacted quickly.
She pulled out numerous thunder talismans from her storage bag and hurled them at Qing Yi while using her other hand to throw her jade flute at the dead trees behind her.
With two loud explosions, the vines were blasted apart.
Bai Shuo quickly grabbed Qing Yi, who was also dazed from the thunder talismans, and unleashed two flying spells that shot them into the sky!
In mid-air, she even skillfully retrieved her jade flute that had been torn in half by the dead trees.
Below them, those dead trees angrily pointed skyward as if they were alive.
Bai Shuo felt goosebumps all over her body and quickly cast two more spells to escape.
A figure walked barefoot out of the forest; wherever she stepped, creatures of Yuanling Swamp prostrated themselves on the ground in fear.
She curiously watched Bai Shuo flying away and turned her fingertips into ash with a wave.
“Immortal friend…”
In a panic, Bai Shuo was unaware of everything happening below as she turned just to speak when she realized that Qing Yi had already fainted.
Bai Shuo rolled her eyes and slumped on a cloud while wiping cold sweat off her brow.
What kind of grievance is this?
She was just a half-immortal; life was even harder than for those immortals in the Heavenly Palace!
After news spread about Chong Zhao entering the Heavenly Palace for spiritual bestowal, many immortal lords who called themselves brothers with Chong Zhao suddenly appeared.
The once quiet Songhe Pavilion became bustling with activity; however, most were disciples from small sects.
If it weren’t for Er Yun using Chong Zhao’s closed-door healing as an excuse, Songhe Pavilion’s doors might have been trampled flat.
Not far away on a stone pavilion, several noble immortal lords surrounded Nan Wan as they witnessed what happened outside Songhe Pavilion.
Nan Wan cast a faint glance and frowned.
North Kunlun and South Yunxiao—amongst these young disciples from all three realms—only Qing Yi from Daze Mountain had ever stood shoulder to shoulder with him and Beichen.
This time, letting an unknown disciple from Piaomiao win at Wutong Martial Banquet truly humiliated him.
Shou An noticed Nan Wan’s expression and hurriedly said: “They’re all blind; what’s so impressive about a fallen small sect producing an immortal lord? If it weren’t for you being framed by evil spirits back then in Yi city, that kid wouldn’t even have had a chance to shine.”
Nan Wan’s expression softened slightly; however, another immortal lord remarked: “Brother Shou An, you should be cautious with your words. Although Chong Zhao is currently just a disciple of a small sect who has only recently entered immortal lord status, Lord Jinyao has already selected him for spiritual bestowal in the Heavenly Palace. Regardless of which lord he joins there in the future, he will be far more esteemed than us.”
This was indeed true; recalling how he had troubled Chong Zhao back then in Yi city made Shou An’s face pale.
Nan Wan’s expression darkened as he felt annoyed and rose to leave.
The disciples exchanged glances while Shou An glanced towards Songhe Pavilion’s entrance before gritting his teeth to chase after Nan Wan.
“Brother Nan Wan! Brother Nan Wan!” Shou An panted as he caught up with Nan Wan.
Nan Wan looked displeased: “I’m going to focus on my training; you’re free to do as you wish.”
“Brother! I have important matters to discuss.”
“What is it?”
Shou An leaned closer to Nan Wan’s ear and whispered a few words.
Nan Wan’s expression changed: “Is that true?”
“Absolutely true! I witnessed it myself that day inside the hall of Yi race.”
“This matter is significant; I will inform Master first and verify its authenticity before proceeding.”
Without saying more, Nan Wan hurried away.
A smug look flashed across Shou An’s eyes.
Not far away, Fu Ling witnessed this scene and raised an eyebrow.
She moved her palm to reveal a letter adorned with demonic flowers.
“Deliver this letter to Yunfeng Hall in the Heavenly Palace.”
“Indeed.”
The purple-clad demon general extended his hand to take it and left in response to the command.
Fu Ling glanced towards the direction of Songhe Pavillion, revealing a meaningful smile.
Under the blazing sun, Qing Yi opened his eyes, unable to resist raising his hand to shield them as a powerful voice reached his ears.
“Immortal friend, you’re awake?!”
Only then did Qing Yi realize he was lying on a worn wooden plank, dragged by a hemp rope.
When he looked up, Bai Shuo was already squatting beside him, eagerly offering a wooden gourd.
“It’s good that you’re awake; you must be thirsty. Here, have some spring water.”
Qing Yi looked at the bandages wrapped around him and couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time:
“Miss, you…”
“I am Bai Shuo, a healer from Nanhai City. I saved you.”
“I am Ah Yi; thank you for saving my life, Miss.”
Qing Yi could tell that the girl before him was merely a half-immortal and smiled gently.
Ah Yi? She wondered which Taoist disciple from Daze Mountain he belonged to.
Bai Shuo felt delighted; she had recognized that Qing Yi’s robe came from the oldest Daze Mansion in the immortal realm as soon as she landed in that cursed place.
This was truly a windfall; she had found a way into Feng Island.
“Brother Ah Yi, what kind of monster attacked you in the forest?”
Qing Yi frowned: “It seemed like a tree demon, but ordinary tree demons shouldn’t possess such strength.”
Bai Shuo recalled the evil Bodhi on Fire Ice Island and paused internally.
“That demon tree grows in the Yuanling Swamp; it’s not surprising that it’s extraordinary.”
“What? That cursed place last night was the Yuanling Swamp?!” Bai Shuo’s eyes widened.
The Yuanling Swamp has long been a refuge for those who have betrayed both immortals and demons; countless strange beasts and evils are hidden within, making it one of the most dangerous places in the three realms.
Bai Shuo wiped cold sweat off her brow in fear.
“Miss, you don’t know that was the Yuanling Swamp? How did you end up there?”
Bai Shuo scratched her head and pointed to the sky: “My flying skills are poor; a lightning bolt struck me while I was flying, and I fell there…”
Seeing Bai Shuo’s embarrassed expression, Qing Yi laughed: “It seems I’m not destined to die yet. By the way, may I ask where that jade flute you used to save me last night came from?”
The aura of that jade flute resonated with that of an immortal who had attempted to assassinate the emperor in the mortal realm.
Could this half-immortal named Bai Shuo be related to that person?
“Jade flute?” Bai Shuo was taken aback and pulled out the shattered flute from her storage bag.
“Is this what you mean?”
Qing Yi nodded.
“I saved an old woman while practicing medicine in Nanhai City; this was her reward for me, claiming it’s a low-grade immortal artifact that can save lives at critical moments. Do you like it?”
Seeing her innocent expression, Qing Yi felt relieved and quickly shook his head: “That jade flute harbors a strong aura; it was refined with spiritual consciousness power. I thought it was a gift from your master or relatives.”
“Really? That’s such a pity; it’s my only life-saving treasure.”
Bai Shuo fiddled with the pieces of the jade flute, looking pained while secretly wondering.
Why would this little Taoist ask about the jade flute? Does he know Ah Zhao?
“If you don’t mind, this is a talisman from my sect; it can protect your life at critical moments too.”
Qing Yi moved his palm, revealing a stone shaped like a rabbit—adorable yet filled with rich spiritual energy.
Wow! A treasure! The little Taoist from Daze Mountain is too easy to deceive!
Bai Shuo’s eyes lit up as she quickly took it and stuffed it into her Storage bag but suddenly paused: “You have such an impressive spiritual artifact; why didn’t you use it last night?”
“This was a birthday gift from my little master uncle. My little master uncle…”
Qing Yi’s voice faltered, “has been gone for many years; this is the only thing he left for me.”
Spiritual artifacts protect against enemies but often end up like the jade flute—shattered.
Bai Shuo glanced at Qing Yi and suddenly shoved the stone rabbit back into his hands.
“Miss?”
“I only helped out of goodwill; let’s consider it fate between us. There are many paths in life; let’s just be friends. Since you’re awake now, I should be on my way.”
As she spoke, Bai Shuo began packing her small bag.
“Where are you going?”
“To Feng Island.”
Bai Shuo adjusted her straw hat.
“Wutong Feng Island?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Feng Island is a holy place in the three realms; what are you going there for?”
“To seek a master! I heard that Wutong Martial Banquet is held on Feng Island where all immortals gather. I’ve practiced for many years but am still just a half-immortal. A fortune teller said I won’t live long; I’m going to find a master to hopefully live for several hundred more years.”
“Wait!”
Seeing Bai Shuo standing with her wooden stick ready to leave, Qing Yi hurriedly said: “I also want to go to Feng Island; why don’t we travel together?”
Bai Shuo showed hesitation: “This…”
Qing Yi stepped forward: “Feng Island is over a thousand miles away, and the martial banquet is ending soon. By the time you arrive at Feng Island, all factions may have already left. My sect still has some influence in the immortal realm; when we get there, if you want to join any sects, I will do my best to recommend you.”
“Really!”
Bai Shuo’s face lit up with joy as she smiled at Qing Yi and clasped her hands: “Then I’ll trouble my immortal friend!”
Qing Yi nodded and waved his hand casually as a cloud descended from the sky.
The two stepped onto the cloud and headed eastward.
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