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Chapter 345 A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, thus perished without a sound

“Take care of yourself.”

All affection was pooled in her phoenix eyes. Qin Si hugged Bai Shengyi tightly, but carefully, without force.

With a flick of his red sleeves, the Xuanjin dragon patterns on the cuffs rippled as Qin Si boarded the Liuxian ship.

Bai Shengyi waved her hand, her red robes, identical to his sleeves, fluttering in the wind.

“Don’t worry.”

She stood at the peak of Qianxiao Peak, watching Qin Si depart.

“You’re back so soon?” Yue Bufan glanced behind the little cub, his expression peculiar.

He hadn’t followed back?

That brat was so attached to the little cub, how could he not have stayed a little longer this time?

Bai Shengyi couldn’t help but smile. “Grandpa, I’m planning to visit Mother. Do you want to come along?”

“Yes!”

Yue Bufan couldn’t stand Qin Si, and even less so Bai Qingjiang!

If not for seeing Bai Qingjiang’s genuine affection for his precious daughter, he truly couldn’t control his fists.

Qin Si and Yue Bufan had only just left Yue Shuxin’s place, and now they were going again. Bai Qingjiang thought something had happened.

“Father-in-law… Father-in-law, what’s wrong?”

Even though Bai Qingjiang was noble and usually steady, facing Yue Bufan’s darkened expression, he couldn’t help but feel a little timid.

Yue Bufan lifted his chin and retorted, “What? Can’t I come and see my precious daughter?”

“Yes! Of course, you can. It was my mistake in speaking, son-in-law.” Bai Qingjiang immediately said. He got up from Yue Shuxin’s bedside and brought a chair for Yue Bufan. “Please have a seat.”

Bai Qingjiang looked at Bai Shengyi. “Ayi, I heard from Great Esteemed Venerable Qinglan that your mother’s condition requires many rare medicinal herbs. I can’t help much with other things, but I do know the whereabouts of the Summer Night Plum Blossom Forest.”

Bai Shengyi placed Yue Shuxin’s hand back into the quilt and tucked it in, then looked at Bai Qingjiang.

Bai Qingjiang said, “You’ve grown up. Some things should be known now.”

Unknowingly, the little girl who used to lie on his lap listening to him explain medicinal principles could now support a sky for others.

Looking at his daughter standing gracefully before him, Bai Qingjiang felt immense pride, yet also a deep regret.

Nu Gui City, Yueping Mountain Cliff.

Due to the anomaly caused by the previous realm barrier, the hundred thousand miles of mountains outside Yueping Mountain Cliff suddenly dropped by half. The originally ethereal Yueping Mountain Cliff transformed into a rugged mountain forest.

Red Mud Alchemist, accompanied by two cultivators in the late Soul Transformation stage, arrived at the location and woke Feng Wuya.

“Brat, you slept for two days and two nights, and you seem to be perfectly fine.”

He had given this brat the earliest refined paralyzing drug, specifically designed for cultivators. Not only would it cause them to fall unconscious, but it would also induce inner demons.

Yet, this brat was completely unharmed.

Red Mud Alchemist slapped Feng Wuya’s face and said darkly, “What a pity, such a good candidate for drug testing.”

Sunlight filtered through the trees, illuminating his hand. Faintly, a dense, dark purple hue could be seen from his sleeve.

“If Alchemist Red Mud likes him, why not leave this brat here for you?” the Soul Transformation cultivator said.

These two brothers were relatively well-known rogue cultivators. One was called Daoist Shanyidao, and the other was Daoist Shansandao.

They were specifically sent by Qi Xingchen to assist Red Mud Alchemist.

Qi Xingchen had initially intended to befriend Bai Shengyi. However, after failing to see her repeatedly, and with Daoist Qiyuan’s divine sense injury worsening, Qi Xingchen ultimately agreed to help Red Mud Alchemist in exchange for the ninth-grade Hanshen Pill and the raw material, the ninth-grade Snow Lotus.

“No rush.”

As he spoke, Feng Wuya slowly woke up.

“Pah!” Feng Wuya’s senses cleared upon seeing the people before him. “Alchemist Red Mud, what are you doing?”

“Didn’t Little Friend say Bai Shengyi was too busy to see me?” Red Mud sneered. “Then I had no choice but to resort to this. I want to see if she will still hide from me when her best friend is in my hands!”

“Or, you can tell me where she is?”

He squatted down, staring intently at Feng Wuya with a chilling gaze that was truly terrifying.

Mentioning Bai Shengyi’s name brought forth a surge of intense hatred and killing intent onto his ashen face.

He had never imagined that he would suffer such a devastating blow at the hands of an insignificant discarded slave!

Just a mere alchemist not even at the sixth rank, yet her poison had turned him into this half-human, half-ghost state.

Unlike Rong Xuelan, who had been bedridden in pain, Red Mud could still move freely. However, as the purple patterns, like vines, gradually climbed over every part of his body, he began to lose his sense of touch, smell… intermittent, sharp pains, as if small insects were gnawing at his flesh and bone, caused him to toss and turn, unable to cultivate.

He had no doubt that if this continued, he would not only suffer from qi deviation but would also be forever unable to refine pills.

For an alchemist who entered the Dao through pills, this was a fatal blow.

Feng Wuya struggled to get up but was kicked to the ground by Red Mud.

“I advise you to behave yourself.”

He had no intention of creating more bloodshed, but if the other party didn’t behave, he wouldn’t mind adding another life to his hands.

Feng Wuya attempted to save himself. “Shengyi isn’t in Nu Gui City. Even if you capture me, she can’t come. If you have any illness that requires her help, as long as you release me, I can…”

Before he could finish speaking, Red Mud seemed to be provoked by his words and became extremely agitated.

“Shut up! What do you mean ‘her help’? If she hadn’t ambushed me, would I be in this state!”

Red Mud Alchemist refused to admit that after two hundred years of painstaking effort in delving into poisonous pills, he was still inferior to a young girl not yet twenty years old!

This was simply a profound humiliation!

“Brat, the third day is almost over. You’d better pray she comes, otherwise, I’ll use you as a human test subject!”

“Who goes there!” Daoist Shansan suddenly shouted sharply.

Red Mud Alchemist’s expression shifted. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Wuya headbutted him in the face!

Feng Wuya got up and ran!

“Kill him!” Red Mud Alchemist’s face contorted in rage as he gave the order.

Daoist Shan Yi and Daoist Shan San immediately attacked, a saber and a sword, channeling the full might of a Soul Transformation cultivator, lunged at Feng Wuya!

Just as Feng Wuya was about to be pierced by the saber and sword, he suddenly vanished from his spot!

“Spatial laws!”

Daoist Shanyidao exclaimed, then his eyes widened. His body softly collapsed onto the ground.

A slender, sharp ice blade, appearing from nowhere, had sliced through his neck!

Daoist Shanyidao’s nascent soul didn’t even have time to escape!

A late-stage Soul Transformation cultivator had perished so silently!

Red Mud and Daoist Shansan’s expressions changed drastically.

They looked around, both shocked and furious!

Red Mud couldn’t help but exclaim, “Who is it? Who exactly! If you don’t come out, don’t blame this Alchemist for being impolite!”