229 - Are You Perhaps Little Yin’s Senior? (1)
It was a cat.
A fat and ugly, dirty white cat.
The type of cat that hadn’t been bathed since it was born, and was usually the target of bullying by the village kids.
Yet it was exactly that kind of seemingly harmless small animal, no longer than an adult arm, that had sent the demonic general flying without even touching her body.
“Another demon?”
Ye Mo could not help but fall into despair. Neither he nor Zhi Ruo were in any condition to fight. After having their qi forcefully absorbed by the sacrificial array, they were nothing more than lambs on the chopping board, waiting to be cut.
233 - Are You Perhaps Little Yin’s Senior? (5)“H-How?” the Iron Fan Mistress could not help but ask even though half of her body was destroyed. Disbelief was written all over her face, as if what she’s seeing now was something she dared not even imagine possible happening. “Y-You…are the Sage…? But why…?”“Child, hope that in your next life, you walk a less bloody path,” the gigantic white tiger growled in a low voice, causing the entire mountain range to shake. His size was so large, just one of his yellow eyes was nearly as big as Ye Mo’s manor.Immortal Wuwei was called a sage even before he reached his current cultivation base because of his mild temperament and carefree nature. People often think that due to him being a cultivator who spe
234 - Mysteries of the Soul (1)The young man in Zhi Ruo’s arms was definitely not breathing. Even his heart was not beating, and if one were to insert qi into his meridians, one would definitely be unable to let his qi run freely around his body. No vital signs, the body’s meridians had stagnated…Dead.If it were any other person, they would definitely proclaim Ye Mo dead.Zhi Ruo was trying hard to keep her tears in check as she held his body. Her gaze was desperate. She wanted the immortal in front of her to tell her the opposite of what her rational side was saying. She wanted to believe that Ye Mo could still be revived. It was as if she was saying not a tear of hers should be shed, or else that would put the final nail in the coffin.
234 - Mysteries of the Soul (1)The young man in Zhi Ruo’s arms was definitely not breathing. Even his heart was not beating, and if one were to insert qi into his meridians, one would definitely be unable to let his qi run freely around his body. No vital signs, the body’s meridians had stagnated…Dead.If it were any other person, they would definitely proclaim Ye Mo dead.Zhi Ruo was trying hard to keep her tears in check as she held his body. Her gaze was desperate. She wanted the immortal in front of her to tell her the opposite of what her rational side was saying. She wanted to believe that Ye Mo could still be revived. It was as if she was saying not a tear of hers should be shed, or else that would put the final nail in the coffin.
236 - The Mysteries of the Soul (3)“His soul is gone.”Zhi Ruo froze upon hearing those words.What does it mean to say when a person’s soul is gone?There was no way someone like Zhi Ruo could misunderstand what he meant. She had witnessed the last attack of the demonic general, and she had seen him breathe his last. No matter how much she willed for the opposite to be true, when even an immortal like Wuwei himself had confirmed it, there was no denying the truth now.Ye Mo was dead.Zhi Ruo could not wrap her head around that fact, even though she was holding his ice cold corpse in her arms.“I-Is Elder Ye trul
236 - The Mysteries of the Soul (3)“His soul is gone.”Zhi Ruo froze upon hearing those words.What does it mean to say when a person’s soul is gone?There was no way someone like Zhi Ruo could misunderstand what he meant. She had witnessed the last attack of the demonic general, and she had seen him breathe his last. No matter how much she willed for the opposite to be true, when even an immortal like Wuwei himself had confirmed it, there was no denying the truth now.Ye Mo was dead.Zhi Ruo could not wrap her head around that fact, even though she was holding his ice cold corpse in her arms.“I-Is Elder Ye trul
238 - Recollections of the Tenth Peak (1)Behind the Alchemy Hall of the Third Peak was one of the treasured cultivation grounds belonging to the Ye Sect.The Myriad Stars Lake.It was a body of water that collected the Great Dao for thousands of years, and it had an effect of nourishing the body of a cultivator. Its effects were best for those who had just stepped into the Foundational Spirit Realm, as it allowed one's meridians to acclimatize with the newly strengthened body and also stabilized the qi.However, it was also one of the most expensive resources available only to the inner and direct disciples of each peak, as only at most two people could soak in it at a single time, and it could only be used once every three months.
238 - Recollections of the Tenth Peak (1)Behind the Alchemy Hall of the Third Peak was one of the treasured cultivation grounds belonging to the Ye Sect.The Myriad Stars Lake.It was a body of water that collected the Great Dao for thousands of years, and it had an effect of nourishing the body of a cultivator. Its effects were best for those who had just stepped into the Foundational Spirit Realm, as it allowed one's meridians to acclimatize with the newly strengthened body and also stabilized the qi.However, it was also one of the most expensive resources available only to the inner and direct disciples of each peak, as only at most two people could soak in it at a single time, and it could only be used once every three months.
240 - Recollections of the Tenth Peak (3)The twenty-five-year-old Zhi Ruo was bored. On her left were two handmaids serving her a drink and peeling fruits for her, and on her right was a half-step Nascent Divinity Cultivator as a guard, which was funny to think about, since she’s a half-step Nascent Divinity Cultivator herself.“Third Princess, here are your snacks,” one of her handmaids said as she put the bowl of diced spiritual fruit on the table.The four of them were currently resting under the shade of a gigantic spiritual tree, and a tent was pitched under it with a soft velvet cushioned seat and a table made of expensive bark. If someone else were to see such a scenario, they would have thought that some young noble lady was having a picnic. However, the number of corpses of spiritual beasts