"I believe Senior Feng Jiuxiao must be very pleased with Baili Shang.
Taking a step back, even if Senior Feng Jiuxiao were unhappy with my actions, I would personally explain and apologize after I ascend."
Hearing Song Wanníng's words, Baili Shang felt the weight in his hands intensify, his heart briefly quickening. He looked at Song Wanníng in surprise. Who just hands over an inheritance so casually?
Lowering his head, he flipped through the book a few times, his eyes growing more shocked.
"Whose inheritance is this? It contains so many lost arrays!!!"
Baili Shang cradled the book like a precious treasure, afraid of damaging it by accident.
"This is Senior Feng Jiuxiao's inheritance. Senior Feng is now a Xiānjūn. After you ascend to the Immortal Realm, you will meet her. Right now, the situation is urgent, and I need your help. Your reward is this classic. Even if you fail in the end, I will have no complaints."
Song Wanníng had little talent for arrays, and with her time so tight, she had no chance to study this inheritance.
Now, she could only hope Baili Shang would find a way.
Baili Shang was excited. This treasure in his hands was worth more than anything.
"Don't worry, I will do my best."
He lowered his head and flipped through the text again, then a brilliant light sparked in his eyes. "There are many lost arrays here. Maybe I really can meet your requirements!"
"All right, I'll wait for you."
Song Wanníng nodded with satisfaction. The two temporarily left the cliff area and settled into a cave more than ten kilometers away.
They sealed off the cave with arrays. One focused on studying the arrays, while the other refined pills and learned talisman making.
Neither disturbed the other.
...
Below the cliff, Huo Jinchuan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood and immediately slumped.
A faint blue-black flicker glowed in his eyes. He looked extremely weak, but his aura stabilized.
That clotted blood had been blocking him for months, finally expelled. He took out a pill and swallowed it, his eyes burning with hatred. For more than a year, he had lived under the Huo clan's relentless pursuit. Those elders acted like madmen, chasing him and shouting at him to return the treasures.
They were utterly despicable.
They abandoned him and even colluded with Huo Yang, not sparing anything he had. Over these years, he had hidden some treasures, earned through life-and-death struggles. Why should he give them up?
Just because Huo Yang abandoned him, the Huo clan no longer recognized him?
That had been his home for centuries!
Those elders once called him their "Nephew" with affection…
Everything had changed.
Huo Jinchuan closed his eyes, a flash of demonic energy passing through him.
The Huo clan was heartless. Such a family wasn't worth staying in.
One day, the Huo clan would regret their actions.
"Pfft—"
He coughed up another mouthful of blood, and the murderous intent in his eyes vanished for a moment.
The pills in his body had run out. He needed to find supplies quickly, or he might not even know how he would die. He closed his eyes and began rapidly healing. After a few days, he finally opened them.
Feeling his strength return, a murderous light flashed in Huo Jinchuan's eyes. He stood up and left the cave, spotting a mysterious array in the distance.
This was his last hope.
Huo Jinchuan curled his lips in satisfaction and then followed the path toward the cliff.
...
"Phew!"
Song Wanníng exhaled deeply. Moments later, several pills appeared inside the pill furnace. She happily put them away, about to continue refining, when she sensed movement outside. Sending out her divine sense, she spotted a male and female cultivator not far from the cave.
They looked close, their relationship obvious.
"My dear Sister, just let me take a quick look. I promise only once."
The young male cultivator seemed inexperienced, his face full of youthful innocence as he clung to the woman's sleeve like a spoiled child.
The woman showed a helpless expression but mostly affection.
"I really can't help you. With this Five Spirit Fruit, our cultivation will advance quickly. Then the true disciples will have to look up to us!"
Her eyes shone with hope and fighting spirit.
She took out a fruit and clutched it tightly.
"Here, see? This is the Five Spirit Fruit… it contains dense spiritual energy. Maybe we can even advance two levels at once! Brother, you absolutely can't—"
Before she could finish, she suddenly fell silent, her body stiffening.
Shockingly, a long blade plunged into her dantian from behind.
Her spiritual energy instantly went wild, and in the blink of an eye, her cultivation completely vanished.
"Pfft—"
The blade was violently pulled out, blood splattering everywhere.
The woman collapsed, eyes wide in shock, staring at the instigator—her own junior brother.
"You—"
She spoke but blood immediately spilled from her mouth.
"Hmph, I calling you Sister, but you really think you are my Sister?"
The male cultivator sneered and snatched the Five Spirit Fruit.
"If I eat it alone, I can advance several levels in a row. Why should I share with you?"
"That's… what I found…"
The woman was full of resentment. She never would have risked rescuing him if she hadn't pitied the beggar he was. She never expected to save a venomous snake.
"Hmph, what's yours is mine. All mine!"
Coldness filled the male cultivator's eyes as he severed the woman's head with a single slash. Her body twitched twice before going limp.
Only her eyes remained filled with unwillingness.
"Fool!"
The male cultivator spat on her corpse and then took down a storage bag, his face full of excitement. Before he could rejoice, a tremendous force suddenly pressed down on him.
"Thud—"
He knelt instantly, unable to understand what was happening, and was kidnapped.
At the same time, inside the cave, Song Wanníng's eyelid twitched.
It was Huo Jinchuan!
She quickly followed outside, pursuing him until the cliff edge, where she lost his trail.
"He really is down there."
Song Wanníng snorted lightly. He ran fast, or she would have made sure he could never return.
But why did he bring that person back?
Was it for the Five Spirit Fruit, or the male cultivator's Luck?
A flash of doubt crossed her eyes. She couldn't see others' Luck, so she could not judge.
After watching for a while, Song Wanníng returned the way she came.
It seemed they had to proceed according to the original plan.