103 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

### Chapter 103 Bai Fan slowly descended in front of He Yiman, the scent of blood heavy on her. The white sword in her hand had reverted to its original sphere form, pure and milky white, emitting waves of coldness, spinning in her right palm. "It's that male cultivator I mentioned before." He Yiman stared at Bai Fan's face for a long time before finally reprimanding, "Why didn't you inform me when you left? If I hadn't accidentally seen you, you might have truly perished." "I didn't think things would escalate to this point." "The cultivation world is much more dangerous than you imagine." He Yiman seemed very dissatisfied with Bai Fan's actions, her tone exceedingly angry for the first time. Bai Fan responded with a simple 'hmm,' and then fell silent, not arguing back. She stood there obediently, like a child who had done something wrong. However, looking at Bai Fan's demeanor, He Yiman felt she might be overstepping her bounds. After all, they were merely traveling companions without much authority to control each other. "You're injured. Let's get back first to avoid attracting people with the scent of blood." He Yiman looked at the orange-yellow bloodstains on Bai Fan's body and couldn’t help but doubt if she was truly just an ordinary snake demon. Just as the two were about to leave, a large man on the ground, who seemed almost like a corpse, caught He Yiman’s attention. She paused and said, "This one seems to still be alive." Bai Fan curiously glanced back, recalling the mixture of golden blood among the red blood that had leaked out. "This person is somewhat strange." "What's the matter?" Bai Fan walked over to the big man, studied him for a moment, and then turned to ask He Yiman, "Can we take him back?" "He just tried to kill you, and you want to bring him back? Have you forgotten you killed his companion?" "No, I’m not trying to save him; I might have another use for him." He Yiman raised an eyebrow and spoke indifferently, "If you have a use for him, it's up to you." Seeing that He Yiman did not object, Bai Fan retrieved her sword sphere, then used one hand to lift the big man. His weight was incredible, almost like lifting a mountain; it made Bai Fan’s face pale, and a small cough escaped her lips, followed by a trickle of blood. Hearing the cough, He Yiman turned around. Bai Fan quickly wiped the blood from her mouth with her sleeve. "Do you need help?" "No, I can handle it." Saying this, Bai Fan adjusted her grip, her footing deepening in the ground. Unlike before, Bai Fan was much more vigilant this time, erasing the lingering presence before leaving. But how did Shang Wu Fang know she was a dragon? Could it be that someone saw her transform? If that were the case, not only would Shang Wu Fang and his group know, but many others might also be rushing here. The thought of being watched filled Bai Fan with urgency to grow stronger, to escape the fate of being spied upon — a world where it's survival of the fittest. Bai Fan meticulously cleaned up the traces, storing the two magical artifacts in her storage pouch. She had initially thought of asking He Yiman if she needed them but remembered the red flute at her waist, realizing she didn’t require such items. Upon returning to Loulan City, Bai Fan avoided everyone's sight and quietly returned to Crescent Lake. Since the burly man didn't have an identification jade tag, she had to figure out a place to hide him. But where could she hide such a large person? After some pondering, Bai Fan decided it would be best to place him in Mingzhu's bracelet. She hurriedly went to find Mingzhu. As soon as she opened the door, Mingzhu was startled by the sight of Bai Fan covered in blood and was about to ask something, but Bai Fan quickly covered her mouth, "Keep it down and come with me first." After Mingzhu entered Bai Fan’s room, she saw He Yiman sitting on a chair with the big man lying at her feet, barely alive. Once Bai Fan closed the door, Mingzhu hesitantly asked in a low voice, "Who is that, and why are you hurt? Why didn’t you tell me anything?” Mingzhu even felt a bit aggrieved because she was always kept in the dark about important matters. This time, Bai Fan was severely injured, and she only found out after they returned. She always had Bai Fan’s best interests at heart, yet she wasn’t the most trusted. Seeing Mingzhu's sorrowful expression, Bai Fan felt helpless. How was she supposed to explain this? "It's not what you think. This time it was just an accident." He Yiman sat quietly, watching Bai Fan explain to Mingzhu, feeling a bit jealous. Why explain so much? One shouldn't accuse others of hiding things without asking first. "She didn't hide anything from you. It was just an unexpected encounter. I was merely curious and followed." "Is that really true?" Mingzhu cast a doubtful glance at Bai Fan, who nodded affirmatively before continuing, "I need to hide this person. I know you have a bracelet. This man might be useful to me, and I'd like to ask for your help." Looking at the man lying on the floor, Mingzhu leaned down to examine him. She paused at the sight of the golden blood trickling from his chest, then murmured, "This man is an anomaly from the wilderness." At Mingzhu's words, both He Yiman and Bai Fan instantly moved closer. Bai Fan grabbed Mingzhu’s hand excitedly, “What did you just say?” Mingzhu, perplexed by their reaction, repeated, “I said, this man is an anomaly from the wilderness.” “What exactly is an anomaly from the wilderness?” "It refers to those who have infused their bodies with the blood of divine beasts, thus undergoing mutations. Originally, these people had no cultivation abilities, but after acquiring the bloodlines of divine beasts, they gained some of their powers. This bloodline can be passed down through generations, and judging by the concentration, this man's bloodline is quite potent. However, he hasn't fully utilized his abilities; otherwise, you wouldn't have subdued him so easily." Bai Fan was stunned by this new method of cultivation but was more interested in the term “wilderness.” "Mingzhu, do you know where the wilderness is?" Mingzhu realized she had let something slip but figured it was fine since she was the only one who knew, and Bai Fan seemed desperate for information. “The wilderness is far from here, toward the west.” "How long would it take us to get there?" "At our current speed, about fifty to sixty years." "So long?" Bai Fan glanced at He Yiman. Fifty or sixty years was nearly a lifetime for her, though thankfully she had given Bai Fan a youth-preserving pill before. She wondered if He Yiman had used it. "Of course, it's long. But why do you want to go to the wilderness? It's very dangerous; no one below the Transcendence stage would dare go there. It’s a haven for fierce beasts.” “Transcendence…” To Bai Fan, that level seemed a distant dream. Would He Yiman be able to wait for that long? She looked at He Yiman, who showed no expression, making it hard for Bai Fan to gauge her thoughts. Mingzhu, still staring at the man, suggested, "Should we seal his bloodline to prevent him from escaping once he recovers?" "You can do that?" "Of course, I’m from the Spirit Clan. Violators of our clan’s taboos have their bloodlines stripped. I’m quite familiar with the process." Mingzhu blinked as she spoke, as if recalling the loss of her own Spirit Clan bloodline. She had murky, unfocused memories of that realm, leading her to wonder if she had broken some taboo. But how could she remember these techniques so clearly? This thought puzzled her, and she eventually shook her head, resigning herself to the fact that those memories held no importance for her now. With this in mind, Mingzhu raised her pale hand and gently placed it over the man's chest. Suddenly, a formation appeared in her palm. Black, twisted lines, like a spider web, intertwined with strange characters. The formation grew smaller until it drilled into the man's chest. He groaned, and his iron-like skin reverted to a normal human appearance. Mingzhu stood up and dusted off her hands. “There, now he's no different from an ordinary person.” With that, she effortlessly lifted him, and in an instant, he vanished. Bai Fan, observing Mingzhu’s familiar technique, shifted her concerned gaze to He Yiman. “What about the wilderness?” He Yiman stood up and said, “Regardless of the outcome, I will go. It’s a task my master entrusted to me before departing. If you fear dying on the way, you don’t have to accompany me.” Bai Fan indeed felt hesitant. The Transcendence stage was a distant goal, requiring a lifetime of cultivation. The journey ahead seemed like a path of no return, fraught with peril. Mingzhu, puzzled by He Yiman’s determination, thought to herself that with their current level of cultivation, wasn’t venturing into the wilderness akin to seeking death? Why not wait until they were stronger? --- Such a difficult choice. Thank you for your thunderous support and nutrient fluids. Kisses! Thanks to the angels who voted for me or provided nutrient fluids~ Thanks to the angels who voted [Thunder]: kanbujian 1; Thanks to the angels who provided [Nutrient Fluids]: Qiu 30 bottles; 22875510 20 bottles; Thank you all very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! Previous Chapter | Table of Contents | Next Chapter Home | Desktop Version | Bookshelf | Complete List of Novels | Popular Novels