62 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Chapter 62 In the land of dreams, Bai Fan's entire snake-like body lay limp and motionless, akin to a lifeless serpent. Her small consciousness wandered through the vast expanse of memories, searching for herself. Confusion filled her sea of awareness, with only her subconscious whispering, "You are not it, you're Bai Fan. You must get out." Bai Fan was now a tiny speck of light, surrounded by countless memory bubbles. She needed to find her own memories within them. The light bobbed and floated. All the memory bubbles belonged to a dragon. She examined each one meticulously before moving to the next, ensuring they did not belong to her true self. The multicolored memory bubbles appeared enchanting. If not for Bai Fan's clear mind, she might have already believed herself to be a dragon, and even upon waking, would think she had reincarnated, thus erasing her true self completely. "Where is the real me?" The tiny light struggled before the vast array of memory bubbles. Meanwhile, outside, He Yiman glanced into the distance, where the cultivator smiled malevolently. "I think it's best if you surrender now to avoid unnecessary suffering. Mortals can't withstand the attacks of this spiritual tool." As he spoke, he tossed the bell upwards. It enlarged instantaneously. The cultivator's palm struck it, and a resonating clang echoed out. The group of cultivators around the Golden Core cultivator quickly retreated. This spiritual tool's attack was an area effect, affecting everyone except the owner. The bell's sound waves, visible to the naked eye, spread out. The waves hit He Yiman and made her stagger, nearly releasing her grip on Bai Fan. At that moment, they were both flying in the air. If Bai Fan fell now, she would likely be fatally harmed. He Yiman couldn't afford to let go. Bai Fan's brows knitted tighter in repose. The distant Golden Core cultivator, seeing He Yiman's stagger, launched another attack, repeatedly striking the bell with increasing force. The barrage of attacks grew stronger. He Yiman felt it increasingly difficult to maintain her balance, a sharp pain surging at the back of her head. She placed the flute to her lips and began to play. Although the spiritual attack relied on auditory interference, He Yiman, having entered the Taoist lineage, mastered music to a near-ancestral level in this world. Despite her physical distress, her opponents clearly hadn't taken this into account. Golden sound waves emanated from the bell, their ringing reverberating through the space, blurring even the visuals. He Yiman's flute melodies grew louder, green sound waves clashing with the golden waves, neutralizing each other. The Golden Core cultivator snorted and raised both hands to strike the bell again. With a thunderous crash, a tidal wave of golden energy surged towards He Yiman. The green waves failed to hold, giving way to the golden wave that struck He Yiman. Disoriented, He Yiman's grip on Bai Fan slipped, sending Bai Fan plummeting with eyes closed. Her pure white form caught the attention of others. "What is that?" "Looks like a person." "Never mind who it is. Capturing He Yiman is paramount." He Yiman drifted in the air, momentarily dazed. The green sword before her gleamed sharply. The Golden Core cultivator seized He Yiman's dazed moment, lunging with his sword aimed at her chest, intent on a killing blow. However, the elder cultivators behind him weren't willing to let the glory fall to an upstart. None had expected He Yiman to be subdued so easily. Seeing her prowess, they had anticipated a fierce struggle. They had allowed the novice to engage first to gauge her strength. Who could have guessed the novice would genuinely subdue her? Now, whoever captured He Yiman held the key to the Taoist sect. The elders charged forward like hornets, inciting the first cultivator's rage. "What are you doing? Don't steal this from me!" He struck the bell again, sending waves toward the other Golden Core cultivators. Some lost their balance and plummeted, while others steadied themselves and cast disdainful looks back at him. "Stop right there!" The other cultivators turned to advance towards He Yiman. Seeing this, the first cultivator, filled with rage, channeled all his energy into the bell. With a deafening explosion, it tolled like a death knell. "Boom." Golden waves burst outward in rings, striking everyone around. The more agile cultivators narrowly dodged the attack, while the slower ones spit blood and dropped from the sky. "Are you insane?" "What are you doing?" "Have you lost your mind?" One novice Golden Core cultivator, the most severely injured, yelled at him. Being the closest and least experienced, he took the brunt of the blast, suffering the gravest injuries. "Insane? You all stole my chance. I was the one fighting her, and now you want the prize." "Opportunities are open to all. Whoever claims it wins. Haven't you learned that after all these years as a rogue cultivator?" Seeing He Yiman about to fall into their hands, the cultivators swarmed forward, infuriating the first one. "The sect is mine, and no one will take it from me!" He raised the bell again but was preempted by a veteran cultivator who sent a flying sword into his abdomen, shattering his Golden Core. The gruesome pain of his shattered core drained his strength. Realizing his cultivation life was at an end, he refused to let his chance slip away. "If I can't have it, neither can you!" With a roar, he channeled all his remaining power into the bell. The golden bell exploded violently, mirroring his desperate end. Golden waves radiated out, likened to a stone cast into a pond, catching the others off guard. Some were obliterated instantly, while those prepared escaped with minor injuries and continued their pursuit of He Yiman. He Yiman, though dazed, suffered from multiple bell strikes, pulling her back to partial awareness. Her pale face bespoke her mortal form's limitations. Blood trickled from her lips as she drew another flute, its green hue mingling with her blood, creating a ghastly allure. Blowing into the flute, she played a tune of battle and slaughter, far removed from her earlier melodies. This was a piece she had hoped never to use again. The tune abandoned its former elegance, replaced by frantic rhythms. The surrounding spiritual energy coalesced into thousands of green swords, their presence instilling terror among the cultivators. A sharp note cut through the air, releasing thousands of sheaths from He Yiman's vicinity. The green swords pierced the cultivators, creating a bloody spectacle. The scene turned into a slaughterous hell. Once merely mortal, He Yiman now resembled a demonic avatar, emotionless, draped in green, her flute song unwavering. As the killing tune continued, the green swords attacked the cultivators' spirits relentlessly until they disintegrated into nothingness, void of any chance for reincarnation. Several trembling Golden Core cultivators gazed at He Yiman with abject fear, as if the person playing the flute in the high skies was no longer a mortal but a deity—a deity come to claim their lives. Hidden within the grave, the Ghost Lantern detected the stench of blood from outside. The cries of despair and the terrifying spiritual pressure left him paralyzed with fear. The screams echoing in his soul made him tremble uncontrollably. "Damn, this is terrifying. I’m not stepping outside for a while. Is there a massacre going on out there? Even as a ghost, this sound scares the hell out of me." Saying this, the Ghost Lantern rubbed his non-existent goosebumps as a futile attempt to calm himself. Bai Fan, meanwhile, fell to the ground, creating a deep crater upon impact. Thankfully, being a beast with thick hide and tough flesh, she only ended up breaking a few ribs; an ordinary human would have been reduced to a bloody pulp. Despite the chaos, Bai Fan's mind remained a murky haze. Deep within her memories, the tiny point of light continued its search. Suddenly, it paused upon seeing a greenish sphere. The sense of familiarity and intimacy emanating from the green sphere made her realize instantly that this was her true self. Without hesitation, the point of light darted into the green bubble. Memories flooded over her—days at Wangyue Temple, times at Qingxu Sect, every detail of Xuanming Sect, and the faces of people she liked and disliked alike. Struggling free from these memory bubbles, Bai Fan reemerged. Back in the realm of dreams, Bai Fan’s entire form began to enlarge. The bumps on her forehead grew, and the ones on her abdomen became more pronounced. Her newly formed jaw exuded power, and as she opened her mouth, a roar revealed a set of menacing, sharp teeth. "Roar!" ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Haha, thank you for the landmines, mwah~ (^з^)-☆, I’ll keep packing in the words. Special thanks to the angels who cast overlord votes or watered me with nutrient solutions~ Thank you to the angels who gave [Landmines]: I feel helpless too, 2 of them; Thank you to the angels who watered [Nutrient Solution]: . 16 bottles; Thank you so much for your support. I’ll continue to work hard! Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter Homepage Desktop Version Bookshelf Complete Novels Popular Novels