111 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

# Chapter 111 Bai Fan looked at the glowing He Yiman before her, thinking she must be seeing things. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and remarked, “This youth-preserving fruit is truly miraculous.” He Yiman raised her hand to touch her face, her expression also showing some surprise. Bai Fan, noticing this, took out a cloud mirror and handed it to her. As she examined herself in the cloud mirror, He Yiman scrutinized her reflection for a few moments. “The beauty effect is good, but we can’t tell if it will preserve our youth long-term right now. Time will tell.” Glancing toward Loulan City, He Yiman then solemnly warned Bai Fan, “Be very careful on this journey. Don’t trust others easily. Those three seemed to have premeditated their actions against you. It appears your identity has been exposed.” It was the first time He Yiman had given her such a warning. Bai Fan felt a mix of surprise and gratitude and nodded enthusiastically. She had already suspected as much herself. “Alright, I understand.” He Yiman seemed to have more to say, her face showing signs of internal conflict. Finally, she spoke up. “Bai Fan, I want to ask you a favor.” “What is it?” “My junior sister is currently alone in the southern continent. The situation there is chaotic. If you encounter her in the future, and if she reaches the stage of Nascent Soul, please convey a message for me: the Floating Path Sect takes precedence.” Bai Fan was puzzled by these words. “Your junior sister hates you deeply. Do you think she’ll listen to me?” “Whether she listens is beyond our control. I don’t want her to live her life consumed by hatred. This wilderness path holds little hope; she should understand everything when she’s capable.” After a moment of hesitation, Bai Fan responded, “Alright, I promise you.” “Thank you.” He Yiman’s words seemed to have a solemn finality, leaving Bai Fan feeling uneasy. “I should be the one thanking you. Every time I was in danger, you saved me. I wanted to leave with you, but my cultivation level is too low to avoid being a burden.” “When you reach Nascent Soul, come find me. Take this.” He Yiman took out a green flute from her belongings and handed it to Bai Fan, who accepted it with some confusion. “I don’t know how to play the flute.” “Just keep it. This flute can help you evade a spiritual attack once. Consider it a parting gift.” Bai Fan, hearing this, didn’t refuse and placed it in her storage pouch. Wanting to reciprocate, she searched her belongings, realizing she had nothing but spirit stones to offer He Yiman. “Wait a moment.” With that, Bai Fan closed her eyes and swiftly entered the dream realm, flying directly to where she had buried some spirit stones. She retrieved a small pouch from under the rock, taking out four hundred high-grade spirit stones. When she reopened her eyes, a small pouch had appeared in her hand. Slightly embarrassed, she handed it to He Yiman, avoiding her gaze. “I don’t have much to give. I sold some items at Crescent Lake and had some spirit stones left. You might need these on your journey.” He Yiman didn’t open the pouch, knowing it was a last-minute gift. She doubted it contained many spirit stones, considering Bai Fan had previously mentioned having none. Accepting it was more about acknowledging Bai Fan’s sentiment, uncertain of when they might meet again. “Thank you. I’ll be leaving now.” Before Bai Fan could respond, the sound of rushing wind filled her ears. He Yiman’s red flute glowed, transforming into a streak of green light that disappeared in an instant. Watching He Yiman vanish into the sky, Bai Fan felt a pang of sorrow at their parting. However, this feeling didn’t last long as escaping danger was her immediate priority. Looking in the directions Mingzhu and He Yiman had gone, Bai Fan pondered for a moment. “Mingzhu went south, He Yiman went west, so I’ll head east. Senior Sister Shanmei is also there; I wonder if she’s reached the Core Formation stage yet.” With that, she took off toward the north, reasoning that retracing her previous path would only lead to encountering her pursuers. She transformed into a streak of white light and vanished into the horizon. Lacking a companion, Bai Fan pressed on without rest, racing against time as she needed to take a wide detour. The northern journey was brief, with fog often obscuring the daylight and leaving the desolate land barren. Beyond the north, everything appeared blurry. Stopping to look back, she thought, “It’s been over a month. I hope they’re safe.” With that, Bai Fan set off toward the east again, avoiding the unknown foggy areas. Meanwhile, the group pursuing her just arrived at the place she and Sheng Lan had fought. “Didn’t expect the traces to be erased here. It seems they anticipated our coming.” “So what now?” “How could we not solve this with a Nascent Soul cultivator among us? Watch this.” Taking out a small box from his waist, he revealed a deep red ladybug, which slowly started crawling on the ground, then flew off in Bai Fan’s direction. “Let’s follow it.” “Didn’t expect her to head north. She’s likely trying to take a detour, but she can’t escape my Blood Bug.” Bai Fan flew relentlessly day and night, her life-threatening urgency rapidly draining her spiritual energy. The northern continent spanned millions of miles, and just as she was about to reach her limit, she finally glimpsed a bit of greenery. “That must be the eastern continent.” Excited by the sight of vegetation, Bai Fan felt a sense of relief. Having spent over half a year in the barren northern lands, the sight was a balm for her weary eyes. The eastern continent’s complex terrain, with its innumerable mountains and rivers, made it the most expansive of the four regions. Although the southern continent was resource-rich, the eastern was the strongest. Before the four regions were divided, it was a significant cultivation sanctuary besides the Middle Land Dynasty, home to the Myriad Peaks Platform sought by the Clear Void Sect. Where the northern and eastern continents met, a Black River marked the boundary, with its uniquely dark water being deep and rumored to house dragons, though these were mere legends. Bai Fan flew over the Black River without inspecting it, focusing on her escape. However, a long shadow emerged from the water below, disappearing just as swiftly, making her almost question whether it had been real. As Bai Fan delved deeper into the eastern continent, the lush forest brought a sense of familiarity. She had seen such woods before while making the jade boat. The thousand-year-old trees and rich spiritual energy starkly contrasted with the barren northern lands, making it feel like a different world. The eastern continent’s strength and vastness intimidated northern cultivators, forcing them to dig up ancient tombs and relics from their desolate lands. In the eastern continent, Bai Fan wandered aimlessly, startling many beasts along the way. None matched her power, and those that pursued her fled when she revealed her aura. Fearing she might disturb a powerful demon, Bai Fan extended her spiritual senses to detect any potential threats. As she approached a mountain, she felt a strong demonic presence, likely from a powerful demon’s lair. She changed course immediately. Meanwhile, her pursuers were catching up. Gathering at the Black River, they discussed their next move. “Didn’t expect her to escape into the eastern continent.” "Even if she's gone in, so what? This whole forest is uninhabited, aside from some beasts, there's not a trace of eastern continent cultivators. We can follow her in without worry. Let’s finish this quickly and report back," one of them said, releasing the ladybug into the forest. The group began to cross the Black River. A curious cultivator glanced down and, by chance, noticed a black shadow moving under the water. “There’s something down there!” he exclaimed. But the others, focused on their pursuit, were irritated. “Stop imagining things. We've seen the Black River plenty of times—there's nothing in there, not even a fish.” “I swear I saw something,” the curious one persisted. Before he could continue, his teammates had already flown into the forest, leaving him no choice but to follow. Bai Fan spotted a distant, faint light flickering among the dense foliage—an unusual and unnatural occurrence in such a thick forest. “Could there be someone there?” she wondered. As Bai Fan prepared to head toward the light, her spiritual sense detected the approaching pursuers—a group of seven or eight. “This is bad! I didn’t expect them to catch up so quickly. I thought I had more time.” The pursuers closed the gap swiftly, sensing her presence the moment she sensed theirs. “There, we’ve found her!” “Quick, get her!” Recognizing their Nascent Soul cultivation level, Bai Fan felt a chill of fear. “Why does Sheng Lan harbor such intense hatred that she sent so many Nascent Soul cultivators to kill me? Luckily, the three of us split up.” Watching the rapidly approaching figures, Bai Fan felt like an ant on a hot pan. In this crucial moment, a sudden flash of inspiration occurred to her—she remembered the powerful demon she encountered earlier. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Thank you for your support. 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