The severed ginseng whiskers split into many strands, stretching over ten ters, crashing against the narrow gully’s walls while countless tiny whiskers burst from the ground, the surface bristling with innurable ice spikes, leaving no place to step.
Walls cracked, countless blocks of snow tumbled down; Xiao Xian dodged while trying to move forward, attempting to retrieve i Nian, who had been turned into an ice sculpture.
When Xiao Xian struck, her eyes quickly identified the snow blocks likely to fall. Attack was not her strong suit, but the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors made up for this weakness.
Only when she had just seen the ginseng breaking through the ice, and encountered its infantile appearance, did she falter for a mont. Seeing it rolling away with i Nian, panic surged in her heart; she commanded the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors to battle the enemy while her body soared towards the ice sculpture.
Upon seeing the ginseng’s true form, Wang Fenglei’s intention to give up wavered.
Was that a Spirit Infant? A thousand-year ginseng could barely develop Spiritual Sense, only a ten thousand-year ginseng could transform into an infant.
A Spirit Infant is like a blank slate with no distinction between good and evil, no definite shape.
Wang Fenglei, Xu Changfu, Celeste and others had not expected that the Spirit Vein here had been accumulating for ten thousand years, or perhaps even had ford a Spirit Infant?
A Spirit Infant differs from a Spirit Vein; it has flesh and bones, and is incredibly astute.
China has long advocated the use of the Purple River Car for nourishing beauty and health, and the Spirit Infant ford from Spiritual Objects also has this effect. However, its efficacy is even more astonishing.
Not to ntion Cultivators, even ordinary people, once they consu the Spiritual Origin of a Spirit Infant, can imdiately beco Golden Cultivators. If a Golden Cultivator breaks through further, they can use their Spiritual Power to shape the Spirit Infant into any human form at will.
rely a Golden Cultivator, Wang Fenglei might not regard highly, but if he could shape the Spirit Baby into... The shock in his heart caused him to slow down.
How many years has it been, fifty, or one hundred? She has been dead for a hundred years.
The woman deep in Yanyun Alley of Beijing, singing the Beijing opera tunes, gazing down demurely and tenderly calling "Feng Lang," has been dead for a century.
"Yingying, if I can get the Spirit Infant, then I can reshape a body for you, bring you back to life," Wang Fenglei’s dirt-covered face, barely discernible features, showed a touch of trance.
Xiao Xian’s figure wove through the falling snow blocks, adeptly evading each one.
The Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors, as if finding a pattern, thodically snipped the ginseng whisker spikes.
One person, one scissor, working in tandem with incredible agility, making Xiao Xian’s movents butterfly-like, unspeakably graceful.
Thump, thump, thump, Xiao Xian felt a surge of unease.
She halted in her tracks as the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors ca under attack. Turning hastily, she saw Xu Lan Ya form a Spiritual Bomb in her hand, as if holding a pistol, with each bomb precisely targeting the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors.
The Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors’ offensive was hindered and the ginseng whiskers on the ground began a wild pursuit of Xiao Xian.
Riding on her abundant internal Spiritual Energy, Xiao Xian dashed with astonishing speed, nearly catching up to the fleeing ginseng Spirit Infant when the situation suddenly turned dire.
The ginseng whisker spikes on the ground grew vigorously with increasing montum; in Snow Gully, the only ones with attacking Spiritual Artifacts were Xiao Xian and Wang Fenglei, blocking the aggressive assault of the ground ginseng whiskers.
The Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors were restrained and Wang Fenglei hesitated. He had just declared he would no longer seek the ginseng, but having seen the ginseng Nascent Soul, his blocking gesture weakened.
Zhou Ziang, seeing the imminent danger, rushed forward. From the Spirit Infant’s ergence to the chaos on the scene.
Aisha’s gaze wasn’t on the ginseng spirit baby but fixed on Zhou Ziang. Seeing him shift, she imdiately entangled him, her voice filled with a trace of hatred, "Have you lost your mind? That ginseng has obtained a human-like Spiritual Sense, likely with no less than ten thousand years of cultivation. You’re wounded, rash actions will only lead to your death."
"Life? Aisha, since when has life ever mattered in your eyes?" Zhou Ziang muttered, increasing his pace, instantly outpacing Aisha.
Aisha, furious, stomped her feet with malice, issuing an order, "Feng Bird, target that female student imdiately. Don’t forget, she’s the one who made you lose all your feathers."
Bloodlust rose in Feng Bird’s eyes. The mont it saw the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors, it recognized the very weapon that had plucked its feathers, maintaining a trace of fear, hesitating to attack recklessly.
"Don’t dally, or I’ll pluck your feathers once more," Aisha hissed through clenched teeth, her nails transforming into ten blades, joining the fray.
Aisha, crazed, harassed Zhou Ziang.
Zhou Ziang could not hurt her, yet he worried that Xiao Xian might be cornered up ahead, "Elder Wang, you assured us that as long as Xiao Xian found the way, you would ensure that no one would contend with her. As a renowned figure in the dostic Cultivation World, would you break your promise? Such conduct, once spread, would invite ridicule, wouldn’t it?"
Wang Fenglei was incited by Zhou Ziang’s words, his blood boiling. But he wasn’t so easily provoked, maintaining composure: "I, Wang Fenglei, am already considered as having passed away dostically. Among my peers, I have long since lost face, and moreover, what I agreed to was the ownership of the Spirit Vein to the young lady if found. What has appeared now is a Spirit Infant, how can the two be equated?"
His words continued, but guilt churned inside.
Wang Fenglei knew the urgency of the situation and that it wasn’t the ti for quarrels, yet the regret buried in his heart had rekindled upon seeing the Spirit Infant.
Everyone thought Wang Fenglei had road the world for many years due to his nature, in fact, he was seeking a way to resurrect his lover who passed away a century ago.
"Ziang, no more words with him. The strong bullying the weak, what kind of person does that make one?" Xiao Xian’s heart was indignant. Seeing the ginseng spirit baby with i Nian about to escape, she could no longer hide her powers, yelling sharply, "Xiao Bai, co out."
With a dragon’s roar, a seven-foot-long dragon erged from the void. The dragon’s roar brought the snow in the valley to tumble, the basin shook with the impact. (To be continued. If you like this story, please visit Qidian (qidian) to cast your recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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