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Chapter 79

When Bai Shuo woke up, she felt refreshed and invigorated.

She couldn’t help but stretch her limbs, and as she raised her right hand above her head, she suddenly froze.

She touched her spiritual core, feeling a wave of confusion.

What was going on?

A year ago, her right arm had been broken, leaving her with a chronic pain in her right shoulder that would flare up whenever she moved too much.

But now, after just one night’s sleep, not only was the old injury completely healed, but her spiritual core was also brimming with energy, pushing her cultivation to the mid-level of the Immortal Lord level!

What the hell? Was this some kind of ghost story? Could she really cultivate in her sleep? And at such an astonishing speed? If she slept a few more nights, wouldn’t she ascend to godhood directly?

Bai Shuo was utterly baffled.

She looked around and suddenly remembered that she had slept in Fan Yue’s chamber last night.

Huh? Where’s the big demon?

With her newfound spiritual energy, Bai Shuo felt closer than ever to refining a divine pill.

She couldn’t wait to find Fan Yue and show off her progress.

She jumped out of bed and dashed out of the chamber like a gust of wind.

“Big demon!”

In the courtyard, Fan Yue stood under a tree.

He turned his head just as Bai Shuo came rushing toward him, her enthusiasm so overwhelming that she nearly slipped and crashed into his arms.

Fan Yue quickly steadied her with a swift hand.

“Clumsy as ever. What’s wrong now? Slow down.”

“Big demon, my injury is healed!”

Bai Shuo waved her hand in front of Fan Yue, spinning around in circles.

“Look, look!”

Fan Yue didn’t say anything.

His face was unusually pale, but there was a faint hint of pleasure in his eyes.

He gave a soft hum of acknowledgment.

“And, and, I’ve reached the mid-level of the Immortal Lord level !”

Too excited to notice Fan Yue’s unusual state, Bai Shuo let out a gleeful laugh and leaped backward.

Thick spiritual energy surged from her palm.

Overnight, the chamber had been covered in a blanket of snow, and now her spiritual energy swirled around, gathering the snow into a massive snowball.

“Hahaha, I’m at the mid-level of the Immortal Lord level!”

Ever since Bai Shuo began her journey as an immortal cultivator, she had been stuck with the lowest-grade spiritual veins.

In a world where strength was everything, she had no choice but to play the fool and scrape by to survive.

Over time, she had almost forgotten how carefree and unrestrained she had been in her mortal life.

But now, with the dense spiritual energy in her core, she even felt a faint sense of being able to glimpse the heavens and the earth.

Bai Shuo held the snowball aloft as she leaped across the rooftops of the chamber, her joyful laughter echoing through the Haoyue Palace.

Fan Yue looked up at her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his eyes filled with an unconscious tenderness.

“Hey! Big demon! Take this!”

On the rooftop, Bai Shuo, her cheeks flushed with excitement, lifted the enormous snowball high and leaped down, hurling it straight at Fan Yue.

At that moment, Long Yi pig, flapping its chubby wings and clutching a bag of spiritual pills in its mouth, flew into the courtyard and witnessed the scene.

“Pig, pig, pig hands!”

The bag of pills fell to the ground with a thud as Long Yi pig let out a dry wail.

With a loud crash, the massive snowball hit Fan Yue squarely.

Bai Shuo landed on the ground and stared in shock at the Haoyue’s master, now drenched and covered in snow.

The big demon was a demigod! Why didn’t he dodge? Oh no, she was dead!

“L-Lord, I-I didn’t mean to!”

Bai Shuo rushed forward, frantically brushing the snow off Fan Yue.

In front of him, her tongue always seemed to tie itself in knots.

The familiar scolding she expected didn’t come.

Bai Shuo felt a bit unsettled and looked up, only to notice that Fan Yue’s eyes were unfocused, and his face was flushed with an unnatural redness.

Finally, Bai Shuo realized something was wrong.

“Big demon, what’s wrong with you?”

Fan Yue didn’t answer.

He looked down at her, then suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His eyes closed, and he collapsed to the ground.

“Fan Yue!”

Bai Shuo’s face turned pale with panic as she caught him.

“Pig, pig, pig, what’s wrong with him?”

Fan Yue lay on the bed, his eyes tightly shut, his forehead burning with fever.

No matter how much Bai Shuo called out to him, he remained unresponsive.

Long Yi pig, perched on a cushion like a boss, with its feet propped up on a wooden donkey, spoke lazily, “Don’t know. Ouch, ouch, ouch…”

A pair of hands grabbed its chubby wings and held them over a brazier.

The flames licked at its tail, causing it to yelp in pain and flap wildly.

“Hot, hot, hot, hot! Are you trying to kill me, you blacksmith?”

“Speak. What’s wrong with the Lord?”

Hua Hong’s voice was as cold as iron, not wasting a single word.

The Lord was a demigod.

No one could have injured him without anyone noticing.

This pig must know something.

Cangshan stood at the entrance of the chamber, his long staff planted firmly on the ground.

The green stone tiles beneath it cracked into powder.

Under the intense gazes of the three, Long Yi pig rolled its eyes and looked at Bai Shuo.

“Little Bai Shuo, you’re so smart. Do you really need me to spell it out for you?”

Bai Shuo stared at her palm and murmured, “Mid-level Immortal Lord level… my old injury, and this spiritual energy…”

She turned to look at Fan Yue on the bed.

“Does it have something to do with the big demon?”

Long Yi pig shrugged, confirming her suspicion.

“How did he do it?”

The powers of immortals and demons were incompatible.

Even if Fan Yue was a demigod, he shouldn’t have been able to heal her old injury and boost her spiritual energy.

“Bi ling Grass.”

Those two words made Bai Shuo’s heart skip a beat.

“Bi ling Grass? The sacred herb of the dragon clan, Bi ling Grass?!”

“The Lord went to Dragon Island? Damn it! There are restrictions left by Mu Guang there. Why didn’t you stop him?”

Long Yi pig snorted, its nostrils flaring.

“Could you have stopped him?”

Hua Hong was left speechless.

The chamber fell into silence.

Then, a calm, icy voice broke the stillness.

“He’s a demigod. Even if Dragon Island has restrictions left by Mu Guang, they shouldn’t have been able to injure him this badly.”

Everyone turned to look.

Bai Shuo had somehow appeared beside Fan Yue, her gaze fixed on Long Yi pig.

“His soul is so weak. Is it because of the split in the Bodhi Divine Tree?”

Bai Shuo was an enigma.

As a mortal, she had been carefree and reckless.

As a half-immortal, she had been slippery and elusive.

As an immortal, she had been stubborn and troublesome.

Everyone knew how much she valued her life.

But there were moments when her presence was impossible to ignore.

The girl who had bravely protected Chong Zhao in his search for the path of immortality, the one who had made a pact with a demigod on Fire Ice Island, the one who had rushed into the blood pool beneath the Yi city without regard for her own life to save Mumu, and now, as she stared intently at Long Yi pig, Zi Han couldn’t help but see a glimpse of that familiar, awe-inspiring aura from its memories.

“That stupid donkey only knows half the story,” Long Yi pig said, flapping its wings and easily escaping Hua Hong’s grasp.

Hua Hong was momentarily stunned, then narrowed her eyes.

“Little Bai, lift his clothes.”

As soon as Long Yi pig spoke, Bai Shuo acted without hesitation.

But the moment she lifted Fan Yue’s clothes, she froze.

On his bare chest, a seven-pointed star array flickered faintly.

Horrifying thorns extended from the four unlit stars, winding their way toward his heart.

A steady stream of soul energy flowed from his spiritual core, forming a weak barrier around his heart, preventing the thorns from piercing it.

“What is this?” Bai Shuo was horrified, her breath catching in her throat.

“Have you heard of the Soul Suppression Tower?” Long Yi pig spoke up.

“The divine artifact of the ancient gods?”

Hua Hong was stunned.

“It’s said to nurture all living beings in the world, forged by the ancient gods with the power of chaos. What does that have to do with this… thing on the Lord’s body?”

“Because what’s on his body is the Soul Suppression Flame.”

Everyone turned to look at Fan Yue in shock, finally realizing that the menacing thorns on his chest were actually tendrils of blue flame.

“How is that possible? The Soul Suppression Flame is a divine artifact. How could it harm him?”

“The Soul Suppression Tower can only be used by gods. He’s not a god yet, so why wouldn’t it harm him?”

Long Yi Pig rolled his eyes.

“Why does he have the Soul Suppression Flame in him?” Bai Shuo interrupted abruptly.

“Now you know, his true form is a piece of the Bodhi Divine Tree. To ascend to godhood, the Bodhi must undergo a divine trial. Back then, he borrowed the Soul Suppression Flame to pass the trial, but he failed at the last moment. His true form was split apart, and the avatar that bore his consciousness suffered the backlash of the Soul Suppression Flame.”

“So, if we gather all eight pieces of the Bodhi Divine Tree and reunite his divine form, allowing him to ascend to godhood again, will that eliminate the Soul Suppression Flame in him?”

“Exactly. Otherwise, why would he go through all this trouble?”

“That means if we find one more piece of the divine tree, we can stop the Soul Suppression Flame from spreading.”

“Correct!”

Long Yi pig drew a circle in the air and shrugged.

“But only he can sense the location of the Bodhi pieces. Now that he’s unconscious, he can only rely on himself to suppress the flame.”

Seeing Bai Shuo pull out a medicine bag, Long Yi pig sighed.

“Don’t waste your effort, Little Bai. Your pills can save immortals and demons, but they can’t save a demigod. Don’t worry, I estimate it’ll take a few months for the flame to reach his heart. He won’t die just yet.”

Bai Shuo’s hand froze, and the chamber fell silent.

“All of you, leave. I’ll stay here and take care of him,” Bai Shuo said in a muffled voice.

Long Yi pig wanted to say something more, but Hua Hong swatted it out of the chamber.

The door closed quietly, and everyone dispersed.

Bai Shuo suddenly felt her strength leave her.

She hugged her knees and curled up by the bed, staring blankly at the unconscious Fan Yue, trembling uncontrollably.

Only she knew how afraid she was.

This kind of fear had only appeared once before—when Mumu had looked at her by the blood pool.

She had left the peaceful Nanhai City to find her little disciple.

When had the big demon become as important to her as Mumu?

Perhaps it was when Fan Yue handed her that piece of candy in Unruly City, or when the big demon asked her if she was willing to go to the demon realm by the Purple Moon Lake, or maybe it was the moment he descended from the sky to protect her from the punishment of the immortals on the Phoenix Island of the Wutong Tree.

Or perhaps it was the year they had spent together, day and night.

Fan Yue was Mumu.

Mumu had always been Fan Yue.

It was as if Bai Shuo had finally realized something.

She suddenly stood up, conjuring a dagger in her hand, and without hesitation, she slashed her wrist.

She placed her bleeding wrist near Fan Yue’s lips, letting the blood drip into his mouth.

Fan Yue’s complexion gradually turned rosy, and the Soul Suppression Flame on his chest retracted its menacing edges.

It worked! But it wasn’t enough.

Her blood could only strengthen Fan Yue’s soul, not eliminate the Soul Suppression Flame.

They had to find the remaining pieces of the Bodhi tree.

Bai Shuo took a deep look at Fan Yue, then with a swift movement, she disappeared from the chamber.

On the bed, Fan Yue seemed to sense something, his brows furrowing uneasily.

In the Yuanling Swamp, the moon was bright, and the stars were sparse, adding to the eerie and mysterious atmosphere.

The swamp was filled with toxic gases, making it a forbidden zone for the three realms.

The leaves rustled as if something was moving through the forest.

After a while, a figure stopped unimpeded under a gnarled tree.

The person lifted a corner of their forehead covering, revealing a pair of cunning eyes—it was Bai Shuo.

This stupid donkey’s invisibility cloak is really something, Bai Shuo thought as she looked at the tree in front of her.

The tree was covered in dark bark, not only inconspicuous but also lifeless.

Bai Shuo moved her hand, and a ball of pure spiritual energy landed on the tree trunk.

A section of emerald-green Bodhi tree heart appeared within the trunk.

Bai Shuo’s face lit up with joy.

Back when she and Qing Yi had fallen into the swamp and were attacked by the strange trees, she had felt that something was off.

Sure enough, this strange tree in the Yuanling swamp was indeed a lost piece of the Bodhi Divine Tree!

Bai Shuo frowned.

She was now at the Immortal lord level and could sense that this divine tree had no consciousness.

But why was it not only filled with evil energy but also capable of disguising itself?

Forget it, there’s no time to worry about that.

The big demon is waiting for this Bodhi tree heart to heal!

Without further hesitation, Bai Shuo conjured an immortal sword in her hand and slashed the tree horizontally.

She reached for the tree heart floating within the trunk.

Just as her hand touched the tree heart, a sinister demonic energy descended from behind, aiming straight for her neck.

A peak-level demon lord?!

Bai Shuo’s hair stood on end as she swung her sword to deflect the attack.

The immortal sword was knocked out of her hand, and the invisibility cloak was torn in half, revealing Bai Shuo’s horrified face.

The semicircular demon blade stopped just inches from her forehead.

Two pairs of eyes met, both filled with surprise.

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