Five or six peaceful days passed before Song Wanning finally received a ssage from Luo Hantian.
"After making many inquiries, a recently ascended Cultivator ntioned that he once saw Living Soil in a secret location. But the Living Soil is sentient, and he couldn’t catch it at all. He could only watch as it ran away, and he never saw it again."
"I’ll give you the general location now. Whether or not you can find it is up to you."
Luo Hantian had invested a great deal in Song Wanning, so naturally, he didn’t want to see anything happen to her.
Along with the location, he also sent a map recorded by that Cultivator. It marked several dangerous areas, which would help Song Wanning avoid a great deal of risk.
Song Wanning was pleasantly surprised and thanked Luo Hantian.
’Cultivators in the Lower World, even if they knew about the Living Soil, would never tell anyone else. After all, they might still have a chance to get it themselves.’
’But the Spirit Realm is different. Since they no longer have a chance at it anyway, there are naturally people willing to trade a piece of information for a favor from Luo Hantian.’
After receiving the news, Song Wanning couldn’t sit still. The inheritance could be studied slowly, but if the Living Soil ran off, it would be gone for good.
But she quickly cald herself. ’An Innate Spiritual Object like the Living Soil... even if I find it, I might not be able to obtain it...’
’It would be better to...’
A glint flashed in her eyes as she took out a Communication Talisman.
’Since Bai Yang is so eager to prove his loyalty, wouldn’t it be a waste not to use him?’
The corner of her lip curled into a cold smirk. She finally replied to Bai Yang’s Communication Talisman, telling him to stop worrying about Ye Chuxue for now and co back to help her find sothing.
Then, she told Bai Yang where to et her.
Song Wanning was cautious, not telling Bai Yang the final destination directly, fearing he might get there first and claim the prize.
After receiving Bai Yang’s happy reply, she packed up and set off.
...
anwhile, Bai Yang put away the Communication Talisman with a wide smile. ’Master finally replied to ! And she wants to take with her to find sothing!’
He felt alive again, the gloom of the past several days swept away in an instant.
’Master must have forgiven . I have to perform well this ti. I absolutely cannot disappoint her again!’
Filled with fervent passion, Bai Yang imdiately rushed toward the eting point.
He finally arrived at the eting point a few days later.
He put away his Flying Magical Treasure and strode toward Song Wanning, calling out with a joyous expression, "Master!"
Song Wanning turned at the sound of his voice and gave a cool nod. She glanced at Bai Yang’s Cultivation, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes.
’The higher Bai Yang’s Cultivation, the better the chance of catching the Living Soil.’
But Bai Yang misunderstood her aning, thinking his master was concerned about him, and he felt even more moved.
’I made a mistake in the past, but I will never be so foolish again.’
Song Wanning saw his "lofty ambitions" and her lips twitched.
’People are all like this.’
’Treat them well without restraint, and you’ll only spoil them, making them think everything is owed to them.’
’Only when it’s all taken away do they realize how good they had it, and only then can they feel gratitude.’
She put aside her scheming thoughts and had Bai Yang sit on her flying carpet. The two of them then sped off toward the location Luo Hantian had provided.
Along the way, she told Bai Yang about the discovery of the Living Soil. "I need the Living Soil. When the ti cos, you are to assist with all your strength."
Song Wanning didn’t ntion any reward, and Bai Yang didn’t care. This was a crucial chance to nd their master-disciple relationship; he had to succeed.
Following the direction Luo Hantian gave, it still took them half a month to arrive, even while traveling at full speed.
Ti had passed, and the place had changed.
The original mountain range had beco a great river running north to south. The rushing current constantly churned up waves, and the sound of them crashing was endless.
Song Wanning’s brow furrowed. ’It seems a long ti has passed since that person saw the Living Soil. I wonder if it’s still here.’
"Master, should we cross the river?"
Bai Yang asked, looking at the river before them with a cautious expression.
"The mont I arrived, I felt like sothing was wrong."
This indescribable feeling was very distinct, yet he couldn’t find its source.
"No rush. Let’s look around first."
Song Wanning shook her head. ’Since even Bai Yang has a gut feeling that there’s more to this place, it definitely isn’t simple.’
She steered the flying carpet to the ground and began to wander around the area with Bai Yang.
After several fruitless searches, she decided to have Bai Yang split up from her so they could search separately.
Bai Yang didn’t refuse and began searching with even more effort.
’If I can find the Living Soil, Master will surely see in a new light. My past mistakes can be forgiven, and I won’t have to feel so guilty anymore.’
After so twists and turns, Bai Yang suddenly stepped into a hole, and one of his feet sank in.
"Hiss—"
He almost twisted his ankle. Looking down, he saw a dark, gaping hole.
At the sa ti, a black substance splattered onto his shoe, trapping it so he couldn’t pull his foot out no matter how hard he tried.
"Master!"
Bai Yang imdiately shouted, and in the next instant, Song Wanning teleported to his side.
"What’s wrong?"
Song Wanning looked down at the black hole, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.
’The two of us searched this place just now and didn’t see any sign of this hole. For it to appear out of thin air now...’
"Try taking your shoe off first."
"Okay!"
Bai Yang quickly took off his shoe, but it remained firmly stuck in the hole.
The two of them crouched down and inspected it carefully.
Suddenly, a black, sludge-like substance shot out from below, flinging itself toward them.
Song Wanning was quick to react, raising her hand and grabbing it. To her surprise, a searing pain burned her palm the next mont.
’It can actually injure !’
Without a second thought, Song Wanning threw the black mud away—and "coincidentally" tossed it right into Bai Yang’s arms.
"Hiss!"
A hole was imdiately burned into Bai Yang’s arm, and he hurriedly threw it away as well.
"What is this stuff?"
He looked at the black mud in confusion. This thing was definitely not the Living Soil.
Song Wanning had never seen it either. Before she could answer Bai Yang, the black mud lunged at them again.
As if knowing they would dodge, the black mud split into countless tiny black specks in the blink of an eye, swarming toward them like a suffocating blanket.
’This is bad!’
The hole in her palm was still numb and throbbing with pain. Without thinking, they both dodged to the side while simultaneously striking back.
A powerful beam of sword light slashed through, turning the specks of mud into a mist, which then scattered into even finer particles.
Wherever the mud particles passed, the grass and trees were incinerated, turning to ash in just a few breaths.
Bai Yang’s pupils contracted. ’What in the world is this black mud? How is it so powerful?’
His expression turned grim, and he quickly followed Song Wanning in a hasty retreat.
At that mont, the black mud rapidly converged again and gave chase.
Whenever they counterattacked, it would imdiately disperse into specks to evade the blow.
After more than ten exchanges, the mud specks were completely unhard, while Song Wanning and Bai Yang had been forced back again and again, looking rather pathetic.
Soon, the mud specks had forced them back to the riverbank.
Splashes of water hit their bodies, and in the next second, they too turned into black mud specks.
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