“Little radish. So, you worked hard for so many years, desperately practiced your Mystic Arts every day, was all for the sake of giving your body to this deceased soul that came from an unknown origin?”
“Naturally… not.”
“They why aren’t you resisting?”
“I…”
“Do you still remember what you told me when I first taught you Ice Mystic Arts?”
“… I want to become strong.”
“And then?”
“Prove that I’m not trash.”
“Have you given up? Or were you simply lying to master?”
“Of course not!” Little radish’s voice suddenly became firm, and even that small little mass, had instantly brightened up by quite a bit.
Zhu Yao smiled. So she finally had the will to fight. “Then, prove to your master. Don’t lose to this mass of soul that came from god-knows-where. You’re Zhu Yao’s only disciple. The people of my Jade Forest Mountain, are always the ones bullying people, there’s a never a turn for others to bully us!”
“Yes!” Yu Yao responded resoundingly. In an instant, as though that white mass had been lighted up, it released a glaring white light. As though that light was contagious, it spread towards the deep darkness.
The black mass seemed to have realized the former owner’s resistance, and began to devour quicker than before. For a moment, the two sides were in a stalemate, demonstrating a trend of being evenly matched.
Zhu Yao thus had to ignite another flame. “Little radish, if you lose today, don’t you ever call yourself a disciple of my Jade Forest Mountain.”
As she had thought, that white mass seemed to have gained a sudden burst of strength, forcing the black mass straight back, and had even began to devour it instead. “Ahmmu” After giving her opponent a huge bite, just when she was about to continue devouring, suddenly, a black hole appeared above the black mass. The half of the black mass, that was left after being bitten, hid itself there, and instantly disappeared without a trace.
The hell, it was no wonder she did not sense the appearance of a Nascent Soul aura. She had actually appeared directly in little radish’s divine sense.
“Master…” Little radish finally opened her eyes, and seemed to be extremely tired, with only a single breath left.
“It’s fine now, rest!” Zhu Yao laid her down, and stroked her head. After giving her a relieved expression, she finally fell into deep sleep.
Zhu Yao once again took a look at the person on the bed. The BUG letters on her face had already completely disappeared. It seemed like her cultivation plan this time was considered as a success.
After giving a Zi Mo a glance, the two of them then retreated from the room.
“Thank you, martial aunt, for saving her.” Zi Mo gave her a deep bow, and at that moment, did he finally heave a deep sigh of relief. He then wiped away the cold sweat on his head, and the corners of his moist eyes. “Earlier, I was starting to think that my daughter would really… All is well, all is well. Both my daughter and martial aunt are alright.”
Puuuuf…
Just when Zi Mo was about to continue, Zhu Yao, however, suddenly spat a mouthful of blood onto his face.
“Martial aunt!” ” (⊙o⊙)…
The hell, as she had thought, masters were all big liars. What happened to the promised that the separation of divine sense was a prerequisite skill for Demigods? Clearly, back then when her master separated his, he managed it simply and properly. But why was the rebound so huge when it was her turn?
It hurts like hell!