Blood?
Chu Jin’s spiritual light flashed as she lifted her eyes to the White Tiger, a chilling curve forming on her lips, "Since that’s the case, I have no choice but to resort to this method!"
She raised her hand swiftly, forming a seal, "With my blood, I seal your body, summon the five reincarnations, initiate the Blood Covenant..."
Her hair danced without wind, her clothes fluttered, and at this moment, her entire being was suspended in mid-air; within her originally pitch-black pupils, now shone a bewitching red light.
As if the Mystical Maiden of the Ninth Heaven had descended, reborn from flames.
That was Chu Jin, yet it was not Chu Jin.
Dai Yu’s eyes were filled with disbelief as she looked at everything unfolding before her.
Shock and reluctance.
She never thought that someone who couldn’t even pick the Phoenix fruit could actually...
It must be an illusion.
Dai Yu staggered a few steps back, her steps unsteady.
No, she couldn’t let her succeed!
Dai Yu’s fingertips moved slightly, and a wisp of white mist drifted out.
At this moment, a pair of blood-red eyes looked her way, filled with endless chill and sharpness, their gaze turning into a sharp ice blade, making Dai Yu’s heart quake with fear.
Chu Jin reached out a hand and grasped the white mist at her fingertips, her lips curving into a wicked smile, "Trivial tricks!"
Her demeanor was brazen, bright, and seductive, radiating a daunting aura of a superior being.
She had seized the white mist of her own illusion!
Dai Yu’s eyes widened, and she stood rooted to the spot.
Chu Jin, holding the white mist, flicked her fingertips lightly, "Return to where you came from!" The mist was carried away by the flowing air, returning entirely into Dai Yu’s body.
The voice was ethereal, as if tinged with a layer of bloodlight—overpowering!
Every cause has its effect, and Dai Yu must taste the seeds she herself had sown!
Dai Yu watched with wide eyes as the white mist floated into her body, immediately feeling a searing pain in her head as if it were being torn apart, and then everything went black as she collapsed to the ground.
It was her secretly concocted poison smoke—there was no cure!
The White Tiger continued to struggle and roar; after all, it was one of the eight Divine Beasts, and subduing it was anything but simple.
Moreover, the White Tiger before her had fully awakened, brimming with spiritual power.
The bloodlight in Chu Jin’s eyes intensified, the red turning so dense it seemed as though it could congeal and drip down. Her sanity began to scatter bit by bit.
The Qian Kun Formation was shaking violently as if it would rupture at any moment.
"With my blood, I offer a sacrifice to your soul, activate the curse..." A drop of fresh blood fell from her fingertip, and Chu Jin’s vision began to blur, the blood in her eyes slowly fading away. Her eyelids felt as if they had been glued shut—extremely heavy and impossible to open.
Simultaneously, the color of the Blood Jade Bracelet on her wrist shifted from pure white to a deeper red, eye-catchingly returning to its previous state.
Her body, suspended in mid-air, suddenly seemed as if it had lost all weight and began to fall rapidly.
In the last moments before consciousness vanished, she seemed to have fallen into a somewhat cold but broad embrace, the familiar scent of tobacco wrapping around her nose, providing a sense of security.
She vaguely felt a cool hand wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then, she knew no more, succumbing entirely to unconsciousness.
"Monster! To have injured her so gravely! In that case, you no longer deserve to cling to life!" A frigid voice arose in the air, filled with an imposing presence.
At the same time, the Qian Kun Formation shattered into two halves, and a noble figure appeared in front of the White Tiger. With a face as handsome as jade and eyes as deep as the ocean, he radiated a chilling brilliance that commanded respect and submission, making it difficult for onlookers to meet his gaze.
He looked coldly at the White Tiger, his profound eyes seeming to be coated with a layer of ice, which materialized and shot violently into the depths of the White Tiger’s eyes!
Bang!
Roar!
Another tiger’s roar echoed, but this time it was a shriek of pain!
Following the roar, the once-rampaging White Tiger suddenly knelt on its front paws, prostrating on the ground. Its body shrank to a fraction of its original size, losing its wildness and turning into a trembling, obedient cat-sized creature, speaking in human tongue, begging, "Please, I beg of you, spare my life. I am willing to establish a Blood Covenant with you, to become your Guardian Spirit, to serve you for all eternity! Upon my death, the covenant shall dissolve!"
Mo Zhixuan lowered his gaze to see a face of refined features. Her complexion, which had returned to normal, was now ghastly pale, her delicate lips stained with blood, her exquisite eyebrows deeply furrowed as if enduring unspeakable pain.
The man, enraged, flicked his fingers, sending icicles straight toward the prostrating White Tiger on the ground.
The White Tiger’s eyes were filled with terror, but it could only watch helplessly as the icicles pierced its body.
The snowy white fur was instantly stained red with blood.
Ignoring the pain, the White Tiger immediately crawled to Mo Zhixuan’s feet, "Master, I am willing to offer my blood as a sacrifice to this miss, to form a Blood Covenant with her, to protect her thoroughly for a lifetime!"
Upon hearing this, Elder Xu Kong’s words echoed in Mo Zhixuan’s ears—’the one who defies the world.’
Since the White Tiger was one of the eight Divine Beasts, one of the four spirits of the heavens, perhaps forming a covenant with it could keep her hidden from God’s Eye.