As she spoke, she tugged Baili An’s hem even faster: "Let’s go ho and cook."
Baili An couldn’t help but chuckle. During his two years on Nanze Mountain, he had the ’pleasure’ of tasting the als personally cooked by Madam Su. He rembered that after that dinner, he lost mory for two whole days.
Su Jing said it could kill soone... and he wasn’t exaggerating.
"Alright, I still need to give soone an explanation here." Baili An subconsciously touched the Vermilion Bird Qiankun Bag at his waist and smiled slightly at Shang Ying: "Could you give three days? I will surely find those two ghosts in the city."
Yes, there are two ghosts.
And by the looks of it, those two little ghosts were clearly dug out from the mother’s womb just before birth, cruelly killed, and refined into resentful ghosts using blood.
Such infant resentful ghosts are extrely difficult to refine, with exceedingly harsh requirents. Ordinary won, without a cultivating physique or Spirit Root, would give birth to ordinary mortal children.
Once dug out and killed, they are simply dead.
To refine such a powerful resentful ghost is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.
But Zheng Siyan could control two at once.
Clearly, the origins of these two ghosts are extraordinary.
If Baili An guessed correctly, the mother of the two resentful ghosts was likely soone of high status and cultivation in the Immortal Sect world.
He couldn’t imagine how such a transcendently cultivated woman could let her child be refined into a fiend, then be controlled by a re Ghost Sect Young Master.
Slowly unraveling the mystery, the seemingly distant conspiracy and truth were getting closer along Baili An’s slow but steady path.
Shang Ying’s expression slightly froze. She opened her mouth as if to say sothing, but ultimately lowered her head in sudden, sowhat sha-filled silence.
Baili An saw her expression and added, "Don’t worry, he’ll be fine."
Shang Ying suddenly lifted her head, her slightly bright eyes filled with glistening tears. She paused in silence, then looked at Baili An very earnestly and nodded, "Thank you."
Three days...
Zheng Siyan’s gaze was gloomy, his left hand hidden within the wide sleeves quickly calculating sothing, but before he could co to any conclusion.
The mountains and rivers in this area suddenly turned silent, and the gently falling snowflakes from the sky seed to be torn by an extrely powerful force into a wild dance against the wind.
The thick clouds ignited in that instant.
Everyone raised their heads, only to see a Thunder Silver Spear pierce through the sky from beyond the heavens amidst the burning clouds.
Li Xuan, kneeling on the ground, felt the terrifying montum.
He secretly raised his head to take a look, thinking that the spear, capable of piercing through heaven and earth, was coming for him, frightening him out of his wits!
Lei Wu!
It is the Divine Spear Lei Wu!
Though the Tianxi Sword Sect hides countless swords, it doesn’t an there are only swords in Sword Mountain.
The Divine Spear Lei Wu is the only spear, aside from swords, collected by the Sect Master of the Tianxi Sword Sect, breaking the norm.
Li Xuan recognized this spear and naturally guessed that the grand figure also ca here.
Su Guanhai was also slightly startled, not expecting the cold-hearted fellow to arrive so quickly. A knowing smile appeared on his face.
Thinking, they are indeed father and son. Even though they seem to ignore each other and have a bad relationship usually, when sothing truly happens, he arrives so fast.
Zheng Siyan’s calculating hand formula stopped abruptly, and at this mont, he recalled the important conclusion that person reached.
The gloomy eyes suddenly turned exceptionally bright, and the smile at his mouth’s corner began to uncontrollably curl upward.
Baili An understood his father better than anyone else. He watched the Thunder Fire Spear in the sky, which was constantly entwined with thunder and flas.
The blood color on his face, lent by thunder and fire, instantly faded, leaving only pure whiteness.
The pure sky was forcibly pierced by that single spear, creating a pitch-black fiery hole, and the flying snow in the sky was torn and lted away.
The crackling of the thunder fire spread and split on the silver-white tallic spear shaft, forcibly segnting the indestructible spear into countless pieces.
The fragnts turned into cones, breaking through space!
Under the terrified gaze of Li Xuan and Shang Hong.
Boom boom boom!!!
The debris fell all around Baili An, and Su Jing, who was very close to Baili An, was directly blown away by the gun-wind fragnts.
Su Jing’s eyes widened, feeling a sense of foreboding, she instinctively reached out to grab Baili An’s sleeve.
Disregarding the sharp tal fragnts attacking from all over the sky, her frail small black hand extended into the fragnt range, and was directly pierced by a fragnt, a burst of blood appearing.
Yet, she still couldn’t touch Baili An’s body before being blown to Su Guanhai’s side by the fierce wind.
Li Xuan was stunned!
Shang Ying was stunned!
Shang Hong was stunned!
Even Su Guanhai, who hurriedly helped steady Su Jing’s body, was stunned and forgot to check Su Jing’s injury.
In the arena, only Zheng Siyan was laughing happily, while Baili An, with a pale face, watched as the fragnts deeply pierced the ground beneath his feet and rapidly grew into a steel filled with thorns.
The thorny steel ford a cage, imprisoning him within.
Instantly, all of Baili An’s energy was locked and frozen, his cultivation unable to be mobilized in the slightest.
He slowly exhaled a breath, completely concealing the fleeting sorrow and disappointnt in his eyes.
He raised his hand in a daze to touch the iron cage.
The Thunder Cage was not just a restraint, but also possessed a powerful tearing and destructive force.
In an instant, his hand was slashed by the thorny cage and bled profusely; the thunder fire contained within the thorns ripped and burned his clean hand.
Injury upon injury, the wound was deep enough to reveal bone.
As if unable to feel pain, Baili An’s grip on the sharp thorns intensified, his gaze filled with concern for Su Jing: "Su Jing, your hand is injured..."
A deep red streak flashed across Su Jing’s eyes, her gaze locked intently on Baili An’s bleeding hand, unable to utter a word.
Baili Yu descended on phoenix and dragon, the dragon as the Dragon Ascending, with spirit in the sword, it is a dragon.
The hunting cloak, the black and red Tianxi Sword strikingly obvious in the snow, his gaze extrely cold, even the high bridge of his nose carried a chilling ice-kill.
He did not deliberately raise his head, possessing a sharp perfect jawline with an innately severe air, an indifferent countenance so handso it seed sowhat unapproachable.
Even though his gaze at this mont was directed at his own son, there was not a trace of warmth in his eyes.
The giant dragon circling overhead silently sheathed, transforming back into the form of the Dragon Ascending Sword, quietly hanging by his waist.
His pale cold palm, as if by habit, naturally and indifferently rested on the sword hilt.
He slowly lifted his steps, the red Qilin embroidered on his chest spitting vivid flas that surrounded his body, blazing like fire.
Baili An lowered his head, his voice very soft: "Father..."
Baili Yu’s long narrow eyes squinted deeply: "Do you still regard as your father?!"
Su Guanhai frowned deeply, misunderstanding the situation, and with a dark expression tore a clean piece of inner robe to bandage his daughter’s wounded hand.
The calm, breezy smile on Sect Master Su’s face had completely disappeared, and he sternly reprimanded: "Baili Yu! What are you doing!"
Baili Yu casually tossed a bottle of dicine, indifferently saying: "I didn’t intend to hurt her."
Just as Su Guanhai reached out to take the bottle, Su Jing coldly snatched it and threw it to the ground.
The expensive dicinal powder imdiately seeped into the snow.
Su Jing fixed her gaze on Baili Yu’s back: "I don’t want your things, let him go!"
Baili Yu glanced at Su Jing sideways, then quickly looked away, not only ignoring Su Jing’s plea to release Baili An, but instead flicked his finger.
The thorn cage suddenly contracted tightly, the sharp thorns deeply piercing into Baili An’s body, like countless steel whips, tightly binding Baili An, making it impossible for him to move at all.
Baili An fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up, his entire body marked with blood-red scars, pathetically lying on the ground, his mouth sealed and unable to speak a word.
It was clear, Baili Yu did not want to hear his explanation.
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