“Ahhh! Xiao Lingzhi, you're not human!!!”
The girl's cursing, muffled by the sound of her choking on water, echoed throughout the valley.
“Hahaha—Bai Lumian, you're the one who stopped being human first!!!”
A hearty laugh immediately followed. The two voices tangled together, gradually merging into the cool mountain breeze.
Deep in the woods on both sides, quite a few Spring-Return Valley disciples were hiding, peeking out from behind the tree trunks.
“I told you our Valley Master and the Taixu Sacred Lord definitely have something going on! Eight hundred top-grade spirit stones, hand them over, hand them over!”
The disciple beside him slumped his head and fished out the spirit stones, handing them over. “Sigh, here you go.”
“Hahaha, I'm rich!”
“Hey, you two gamblers. To think you didn't record this scene with a spiritual jade! If you posted it on 《Secrets of the Immortal Sects》, the value brought by the traffic would be far more than a few lousy spirit stones!”
“Holy crap, Senior Sister is right!”
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. One spiritual jade after another was raised.
Right at that moment, they suddenly felt themselves locked onto by a terrifying aura.
In the next instant, their vision spun. Thousands of disciples were simultaneously teleported into a certain pavilion in Spring-Return Valley, completely unable to move.
They looked at each other in dismay, but the same word popped into all of their minds—
Doomed!
Green mountains stood tall, white clouds drifted far, and bright sunlight floated upon the jade-green water.
The jade-green water murmured softly as the wind blew gently.
Suddenly, a wave several chang high exploded on the river's surface.
A splash of jade-green broke out of the water. Drenched embroidered shoes stepped onto the pebbles of the shallow beach, and water droplets dripping from the hem of her skirt formed a small, dark, wet patch by her feet.
The girl in the jade-green gown clenched her pink fists, her eyes burning with fury—
That damn Little Ling actually dared to kick her into the water!
This was absolutely intolerable!
Her fist carried immense weight, and its power was utterly limitless. The spiritual energy within a ten-thousand-mile radius was completely drained, condensing entirely into that small, pink fist.
This fist could shatter heaven and earth, causing the river water to vaporize and the green mountains on both banks to tremble violently.
The white-robed cultivator's eyelids twitched at the sight. “Hey, hey, hey, Lumian, are you trying to kill me?”
“You promised earlier that no matter what I did, you would forgive me!”
The girl in the jade-green gown pressed forward step by step, while the white-robed cultivator retreated step by step.
The white-robed cultivator wanted to use a spatial technique to escape, but he found that the surrounding space was locked by a powerful aura that blended life and death.
“Don't come any closer!”
Her footsteps did not stop.
“Are you going back on your word?”
She drew even closer.
“Then I won't hang out with you anymore!”
Her footsteps paused.
The girl in the jade-green gown was already within seven chi of the white-robed cultivator. The wind from her fist roared, brushing past his temple!
The wild wind, carrying water vapor, howled past, blowing the clouds and mist in the sky completely away!
The clouds across the sky were forcefully split to the north and south by this single punch, leaving the million-mile sky as clear as a freshly washed mirror.
“Phew, phew—”
The white-robed cultivator clutched his chest and panted heavily.
“Holy crap, you scared the life out of me! Bai Lumian! This Seat really thought you were going to kill me!”
The girl in the jade-green gown suppressed the anger in her chest and let out a heavy snort. “I might as well beat a blockhead like you to death!”
The white-robed cultivator was taken aback. A blockhead? A dense piece of wood?
“Great! Not only do you want to hit me, but you're also calling me names! Is there no justice left? Is there no law?”
He looked up at the sky and shouted:
“Big Brother Heavenly Dao, please send down a bolt of Purple Firmament Divine Lightning! Strike this damn woman dead!”
Rumble—
The moment the words left his mouth, thunderclouds suddenly churned in the sky, and the light inside the valley dimmed.
The white-robed cultivator panicked instead and hurriedly waved his hands at the sky.
“Hey, hey, I was just kidding! Don't actually strike Lumian!”
But the thunderclouds in the sky completely ignored him.
Purple lightning crackled wildly!
A heavenly thunderbolt as massive as a mountain locked onto them and instantly struck down!
Both of them were startled and instinctively shut their eyes.
Yet when the heavenly thunder fell around them, it dissolved silently like spring water melting snow, vanishing completely.
The expected agonizing pain did not come.
The white-robed cultivator opened his eyes and felt his arms.
“Huh? Why doesn't it hurt at all? Has this Seat achieved physical sanctity?”
The girl in the jade-green gown also opened her eyes, looking thoroughly confused. “Yeah, why?”
Both of them looked up at the sky together.
They saw the thunderclouds in the sky shaking continuously, as if someone were laughing sinisterly.
The two exchanged a look and instantly realized—
They had been played by Big Brother Heavenly Dao!
Sharing a tacit understanding, they exchanged glances and simultaneously charged up into the sky to fight.
A moment later, two figures landed back on the riverbank with a thud. Sporting charred, explosive afros, they each opened their mouths and spat out a puff of black smoke.
High in the sky, the thunderclouds let out a sinister “Hehehe...” laugh. The meaning was crystal clear: Little brothers, you still need more practice.
Humph, if Zhang Mingyuan and his wife had charged up, the Heavenly Dao would have to think twice. But against two mere peak Mahayana cultivators? A single bolt of its lightning could strike down a hundred of them!
Hehehe...
The two on the riverbank smiled helplessly at each other. They had indeed gotten ahead of themselves!
“Hahaha! Little Ling, you look so ugly! You look like a coal miner!”
“Look who's talking! You're the same!”
The two mocked each other for a good while before casting cleansing spells. The charred marks and water stains instantly vanished, restoring them to their clean, fresh selves.
“Alright, Little Ling, hurry up and fix the array for this Valley Master.”
The girl in the jade-green gown crossed her arms and raised her chin slightly.
“Last time I went to the Southern Border to treat a demon Mahayana cultivator's injuries, I got a jar of Hidden Star Mist Spiritual Tea. If you perform well, this Valley Master might just give it to you.”
The white-robed cultivator's eyes instantly lit up. “You said it yourself, no going back on your word!”
“Humph, you're just a mere Little Ling. This Valley Master is a divine physician, at the peak of the Mahayana Stage, and the master of Spring-Return Valley! Would I lie to you?”
“Of course not!”
The white-robed cultivator smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling.
“I knew Valley Master Bai keeps her word and possesses noble character. You are the number one medical expert in the Xuanling Realm, always true to your word!”
The sun gradually shifted.
The pebbles on the shallow beach were warmed by the sun. Both of them took off their shoes and stepped barefoot into the cool, shallow water.
The white-robed cultivator rolled his trouser legs up to his knees and crouched by the black array stone. Golden runes flowed like fireflies at his fingertips as he slowly mended the fractured spiritual veins along the cracks.
The girl in the jade-green gown sat on a large boulder nearby, swinging her feet. Occasionally, her toes would dip into the water's surface, rippling it gently.
When the white-robed cultivator sweated, she would wipe it away with a handkerchief embroidered with blue orchids.
When he got thirsty, she would feed him Spring-Return Valley's secretly brewed wild cherry nectar.
She always liked to watch him. She didn't know why, but it seemed that a long time ago, in the very beginning, she had clearly found this guy—who often held a fly-whisk or carried a purple clay teapot—to be incredibly old-fashioned.
The sun slowly drifted toward the western mountains.
On the array stone, the final spiritual rune settled into place.
Twilight began to spread, and the setting sun in the western sky painted the mountains in brilliant gold. The river's surface was blanketed in shattered crimson, as if the sunset clouds had been crushed and scattered across it.
A few leaves, swept by the wind, drifted down onto the water and floated away slowly with the current.
The jade-green sky-screen of the sect-protecting array lit up once more, its spiritual light flowing smoothly, as if even the fragrance of medicine in the wind had become more settled.
The white-robed cultivator clapped his hands and stood up.
When the girl in the jade-green gown looked at him, her amber eyes shimmered like starlight.
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