Chapter 375: This is Exhausting; You Can’t Just Stop Me From Hugging and Cultivating for a Few Days
After shooting the breeze all the way, Bai Feng and Tian Yan finally arrived in front of the Demon Path Cultivator.
Right now, these three Demon Path Cultivators stood there looking completely normal, as if they still had a long journey ahead of them.
Without wasting words, Bai Feng directly asked the three, “Where are you headed?”
“We’re not exactly sure,” one shrugged. “We’re just following the guidance of the magic crystal. That direction seems to have something attracting magic crystals.”
Bai Feng’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he glanced down at Tian Yan beside him—don’t tell me, there’s still a fragment of an Immortal’s finger or some other part in this secret realm?
“It seems we can’t leisurely explore the secret realm anymore.”
He waved his hand, burning these three Demon Path Cultivators and the magic crystals inside them to ash. Then he strode toward the Thunder Pool.
…
“It seems like there’s more Demon Path Cultivators now.”
Yun Yue Yao toyed with the copper coins in her hand. Next to her lay the freshly killed Demon Path Cultivator.
She tried to use her fingers to calculate something, but with Tian Yan’s Tian Yan Sword missing and some sort of obscuration covering the scene, she couldn’t figure anything out.
“Forget it, better to avoid trouble for now.”
Yun Yue Yao shook her head. After everything in her ‘previous life,’ she wasn’t very curious about anything outside Bai Feng — especially since her curiosity back then was what made her and Bai Feng part ways, leading to… well, she wasn’t interested in decoding the Demon Path’s schemes.
“Better to find Bai Feng first.”
She quickly made her decision. Though Bai Feng was far away, he was pretty much the most hated in the Demon Path, plus he might come looking for her — so…
Suddenly, a strand of divine sense given to her by Bai Feng tingled—his speed was increasing, and he was rushing toward her location.
“Huh? Has my dear also noticed the Demon Path problem?”
Yun Yue Yao was momentarily stunned, then her lips curled into a subtle smile.
Looks like she can’t stay here much longer.
Without hesitation, she hurried toward Bai Feng’s direction.
Heh heh, finally got to see my dear.
…
Meanwhile, Bai Feng also sensed Yun Yue Yao rushing at him.
Though he wasn’t sure how she suddenly sped up, it was clearly good news. If his guess was right and another Immortal Fragment had emerged, Yun Yue Yao’s situation would undoubtedly be dangerous.
“By the way, where did you get that ring on your hand?”
At that moment, Tian Yan, walking beside him, couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.
She had just seen Bai Feng stuff the entire Thunder Pool into that ring, then let Zuo Qiu enter the ring to cultivate in the Thunder Pool. That wasn’t something a simple Storage Ring could compare to—it was probably a Celestial Artifact.
“From that finger.”
Bai Feng didn’t hide it. Over time, he had grown to trust Tian Yan—especially since Tian Yan’s cultivation still needed his help, and their bond and trust had become quite solid. He saw her as part of his own.
“Just as I thought…” Tian Yan nodded slightly, then leaned toward Bai Feng and said, “You should stop for a moment.”
“Why?”
Bai Feng paused and landed gently on the ground.
Zuo Qiu then grabbed his wrist, holding a finger adorned with a ring up in front of him.
She bit her own finger, and a drop of golden bl**d flowed out.
She slightly parted her mouth, seemingly reciting a spell. In a flash, the golden bl**d stretched out into a thin line finer than hair.
This fine line wrapped around Bai Feng’s finger and the ring on it.
In Bai Feng’s confused gaze, the golden thread gradually merged into the ring, which seemed to change a bit—it looked much more ordinary now, but its functions remained unchanged.
“Done. Now nobody will notice the ring’s special nature,” Tian Yan exhaled slowly. Then she pressed herself against Bai Feng. “This is really exhausting—you can’t just have me harbor and cultivate for a few days without interference.”
“…Alright, thank you this time,” Bai Feng said nonchalantly. Though Tian Yan might have some selfish motives—like wanting to monopolize his time for cultivation—she did indeed help him, so letting her borrow a few days as a cultivation tool was no problem.
Moreover, even if he used illusions to make the ring look like an ordinary Storage Ring, that was just a cover. A detected expert could still see through his deception.
But Tian Yan’s method was different—she directly concealed the aura of the Celestial Ring, making it look like an ordinary ring. With his illusions, even a grand master probably wouldn’t spot the trick.
“How did you do it, anyway?” he kept staring at the ring, still finding it quite magical.
“Everything has its fate.”
She said no more.
White Feng rolled his eyes and muttered, “You’re turning into a riddle again.”
But from this phrase, he guessed a little—if the law worked, then the Immortal Ring in his hand also had a ‘destiny,’ and Tian Yan was probably blocking that ‘destiny.’
But now wasn’t the time to delve into that. He sensed Yun Yue Yao getting closer and told her, while she was still meditating on him: “Alright, later when you’re done cultivating, let’s keep going.”
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“I can’t just fall here…”
A person hid behind a rock, clutching his chest wound, panting heavily.
After confirming he’d temporarily avoided the group of Demon Path Cultivators, he slowly raised his right hand, a wicked look in his eyes—even more intoxicated now. He chuckled: So beautiful! After killing so many to get this finger, it was totally worth it.
If anyone examined his finger carefully, they’d notice one finger was oddly different—like he’d chopped off his own finger and stitched on someone else’s.
After admiring his finger for a while, his gaze turned murderous again: “Just wait. Once I fully refine this finger, it’ll be your d*ath date! Not just the Demon Path bunch—anyone who dared target me before will d*e too!”
Thin demon energy leaked from his finger, curling around his hand. The pale white color started to spread at the connection point between that unique, ghostly finger and his hand—like the finger wasn’t refining him but was instead controlling him.
But he didn’t seem to notice. He was still immersed in his vengeance scheme.
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