Raising Beast Husbands with My Space — The Villainess Becomes a Beloved Favorite Chapter 731 - 727: Golden Tree

Su Muyao continued to concentrate her spiritual power to its utmost limit, transforming it into threads of shimring white spirit lines, as she continued to probe into i Qingchen’s body.

At this mont, Qing Chen, having transford into his true form, the Golden Leopard, was tense all over, exuding an aura of ferocity and fragntation.

When Su Muyao’s spirit lines began to tentatively probe within, as she pushed deeper, she encountered the barriers of i Qingchen’s Spirit Sea.

In an instant, a piercing, bone-chilling coldness followed the spirit lines back in retaliation.

Feeling that aura, Su Muyao was alard to realize that i Qingchen’s Spirit Sea had undergone a monuntal change.

Within his Spirit Sea was an endless expanse of darkness and desolation, devoid of the slightest hint of life, with only raging gales howling madly.

Every wisp of wind carried vicious energy as sharp as a blade, scraping along the spirit lines, emitting a faint sizzling sound, as if the next mont it would sever the delicate thread in half, threatening to tear apart her Divine Sense with it.

"How could it be like this?"

Su Muyao recalled previously entering i Qingchen’s Spirit Sea.

Even if there was an issue during his awakening trial, his Spirit Sea collapsing wouldn’t look like this.

This ti, the situation was truly severe.

The ravaging winds in i Qingchen’s Spirit Sea were like blades, consuming too much of her spiritual power.

At this ti, the system unexpectedly reappeared.

"Host, are you okay?"

"What’s happening to your spiritual power?"

The system was startled awake, perceiving Su Muyao’s pain.

"It’s i Qingchen, Young Master Lian is actually him..."

Su Muyao briefly explained the situation to the system.

The system’s face changed, "How could this happen? It must be because he forcibly used the Purification Power."

"The black patterns on his body seem to be a backlash from forcibly using the Purification Power, or maybe sothing lurking deep within him."

"It might also be related to the Youluo Fragrance."

Listening to the system, Su Muyao continued to soothe i Qingchen’s Spirit Sea from afar. Although it had so effect, the progress was still slow.

It was because of the barriers and gales in i Qingchen’s Spirit Sea.

The system said, "Host, you can’t continue like this. You must approach i Qingchen, get close to his body, and let your spiritual body enter his Spirit Sea to better soothe him."

"Otherwise, even if you use all your spiritual power, you won’t be able to calm him, and his Spirit Sea will still collapse, ultimately turning him into a mindless beast."

Su Muyao focused and said, "I understand."

"I must seize the mont when he stops attacking , when he’s montarily influenced by the spiritual power, and draw closer to him, entering his Spirit Sea."

Saying this, Su Muyao bit her lower lip, once again compressing her spiritual power, following the nearly snapped thread, inching into the depths of the Spirit Sea, resisting the mad gales’ tearing with every step forward.

Thankfully, there was still so effect.

Perhaps her spiritual aura was too pure and gentle, or maybe i Qingchen subconsciously trusted her.

His closed-off and tempestuous Spirit Sea surprisingly did not completely reject her intrusion, instead, there was a faint hint of acceptance.

This slight acceptance gave Su Muyao the strength to persevere.

She slowed the pace of the spirit lines, no longer forcefully pressing in, but overcoming rigidity with softness, transforming her gentle Divine Sense into tiny points of light, flowing along the lines, gently enveloping those violent gales, soothing every wisp of agitated vicious energy like spring rain nurturing the fields.

As ti slowly passed, the once rampant gales gradually weakened, their howling grew distant, and through the dense darkness and void, there faintly erged a weak yet steadfast light, like a spark of hope in a hopeless situation.

Su Muyao felt this subtle change and was overjoyed.

Outside, the Golden Leopard, previously restless with eyes blood-red, suddenly stiffened, and then there was a peculiar mont of calmness, the feral aura around it diminished a bit.

Seizing this fleeting gap, Su Muyao lightly touched the tip of her toes, her figure gracefully like a swallow, swept to his side, disregarding the lingering vicious energy around him, extending her arms to tightly embrace his rigid body.

Even though i Qingchen was unconscious, he instinctively wanted to attack.

But his eyes showed a mont of confusion, as if on a subconscious level, he yearned for this aura, unwilling to make a move to attack.

Moreover, her embrace was so warm that, at the mont she held him, his heart quivered.

In the mont i Qingchen froze, Su Muyao’s spiritual body transford into a stream of pale green light, swiftly entering the depths of i Qingchen’s Spirit Sea.