"Then... why isn't Ninth Uncle lying on the ground? Why is he still standing there?"
Su Bei shook his head and chuckled lightly, gently patting Xiao Ruoching's head with a calm and gentle demeanor as he explained, "After all, your Ninth Uncle has reached Refining Void and is still capable of resisting the surge of Spiritual Energy from the imminent Beast Tide."
"Once the Beast Tide erupts, with you being so weak, if I don't protect you, I'm afraid you'll be torn apart by that terrifying Spiritual Energy in an instant..."
Xiao Ruoching fell silent for a moment. She felt that her Master was intentionally making excuses to take advantage of her. But seeing the seriousness in her Master's eyes, and perceiving no impropriety as she suspected, she could only give up and replied softly with an "Oh."
Not far away, the petals of the Immortal Fate Grass continued to absorb the essence of the sun and moon, seemingly ready to bloom at any moment!
Su Bei's breathing was somewhat heavy as he watched everything before him. It was because his heart was heavy over the pending Beast Tide that his breathing became labored.
After a while, he saw Xiao Ruoching looking at him, her eyes misty, her lips trembling, her small face flushed red. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz as she said, "Master, could you move your Qingping Sword a bit?"
"It seems... it seems to be poking... poking your disciple!"
Su Bei looked thoughtfully at the Qingping Sword, which was properly strapped to his waist. After some thought, he adjusted the Qingping Sword's position.
Dan Wulan's lips curled into a cold smirk, her eyes scrutinizing Su Bei and, beneath him, Xiao Ruoching, who was pressed as flat as a pancake.
Her fingers lightly flicked the Forest Cold Long Sword in her hand.
The blade trembled. Yet her heart was far from being as calm as she appeared. Her eyes were filled with boundless jealousy and envy; for the first time, she felt that having such high cultivation wasn't necessarily a good thing.... Damn Xiao Ruoching! Not only did she steal my bodice, but she also monopolizes Senior Brother! If only... if only it were me in Senior Brother's embrace, how wonderful would that be?
While the three of them harbored their own schemes and wild imaginations, a streak of light flashed in the distance!
Instantly, a fragrance wafted through the air, followed by the Immortal Fate Grass blossoming in a split second.
The pure and sacred petals bloomed at the somber base of Unrepentant Cliff, the sparkling lake reflecting their light, as snow fluttered through the sky, filled with Immortal energy!
The Immortal Fate Grass—its petals had finally bloomed!
The next moment, countless Ferocious Beasts roared out.
A torrent of ferocious beasts surged past, and below Unrepentant Cliff, terrifying auras and the rampage of Spiritual Energy burst forth instantly.
Even Su Bei and the others, standing far away, could feel the terrifying current of air scattering throughout the heavens and earth in an instant.
Countless Ferocious Beasts surrounded the lone Immortal Fate Grass, tearing at it, their brutal spiritual power and deafening roars truly shocking Su Bei.
Fresh blood splattered across the lake, and the bodies of Ferocious Beasts littered the ground.
The stench of blood drifted far, lending a desolate and mournful air to the moonlit night.
Just as Su Bei was sighing with a touch of melancholy, suddenly, the world seemed to fall into an instant silence.
All the Ferocious Beasts, as if sensing a terrifying presence, halted their attacks. Their bodies trembled as they slowly prostrated themselves on the ground. Brought to you by *.
The already sparse Spiritual Energy below Unrepentant Cliff grew even thinner.
The fine hairs on the back of Su Bei's hand instantly stood on end—an instinctual warning from his body of impending danger.
Dan Wulan's gaze was also very grave as she watched everything unfold before her.
Her slender, jade-like hand holding the Longsword trembled lightly.
A terrifying roar, resounding throughout the heavens and earth, echoed below Unrepentant Cliff!
Then a massive figure, a dark shadow with an almost overwhelming presence, strode step by step toward the Immortal Fate Grass.
Under the moonlight, a pair of crimson eyes eerily surveyed all creation.
Dan Wulan swallowed nervously; she had recently felt this same oppressive aura, one that crushed all will to resist, from a certain individual.
Star Moon Sect Master, Dao Integration Fish Red Sleeve!
This Ferocious Beast... it had actually reached Dao Integration!