The great tiger hung her head, prepared to be rejected by her beloved. However, after waiting for a while, she heard no words of disgust, and even the wing that patted her head did so gently, as if afraid of hurting her.
Jiang Mo was extrely surprised. She secretly looked down at herself and could already see several patches of missing fur—she truly was balding. Though she hadn't used a mirror to examine her entire body, she could imagine how unsightly she must look. She was no longer the majestic "big tiger" Senior Sister had once described, yet her beauty-loving Senior Sister who had undergone nirvana wasn't repulsed by her?
At this mont, Jiang Mo desperately wanted to see Senior Sister's expression, but Little Swan Goose had landed right on top of her head, making it impossible to see the bird's current appearance.
"Let's go, aren't we supposed to be on our way?" Little Swan Goose seed unaware of Jiang Mo's complex emotions and urged her again.
Jiang Mo agreed and obediently began running. Senior Sister not rejecting her already made her happy enough. As for why Senior Sister didn't find her repulsive, she would let herself imagine the reasons and indulge in self-satisfaction...
It must be because Senior Sister liked her, so she didn't care about her appearance!
With this thought, the White Tiger's steps beca much lighter. Moreover, regardless of Little Swan Goose's thoughts, Jiang Mo knew she looked disheveled and didn't want anyone besides Senior Sister to see her this way, so she ran even faster. The short distance of two hundred li took the tiger and bird less than the ti it takes to brew tea to cover. Then Jiang Mo hastily transford back into her human form.
Little Swan Goose smoothly landed on her shoulder and casually grood her feathers before turning to look. She saw that the wounds on Jiang Mo's body had already healed. She moved very close but couldn't find any trace of injury on Jiang Mo's jade-like face, and muttered with relief: "This is much better."
This mutter was extrely quiet, but Jiang Mo's keen hearing naturally caught it and imdiately understood its aning.
Jiang Mo didn't comnt on this, but privately reached up to touch her own face—she had always been appearance-conscious, having been concerned with looks even before her transmigration. Only now did she realize how important it was to protect her face. Even if Senior Sister could accept her balding appearance, she didn't want to present herself in such a state to Senior Sister!
Thinking of this, Jiang Mo felt she should explain her previous disheveled state and said to Little Swan Goose: "Senior Sister, I was like that because I wasn't careful during the fight. But don't worry, the missing fur will grow back quickly."
Little Swan Goose had avoided ntioning the White Tiger's baldness earlier for fear of hurting her feelings. After all, she herself had held a grudge for a full year after the fox plucked just a few of her feathers. The big tiger had it worse—at least a third of her tiger fur had been plucked, ruining her once beautiful coat to the point it was painful to look at. She feared that if she expressed disgust, the tiger would beco depressed.
Now that Jiang Mo had brought it up herself, it seed the matter wasn't serious enough to affect her ntal health. So Little Swan Goose grew bolder and followed up on Jiang Mo's comnt: "How long will it take to grow back? And will the newly grown fur be the sa as before?"
Having fought with geese since childhood, Jiang Mo was no stranger to having her fur plucked and explained with considerable experience: "It won't be different. The new fur will be the sa as before, it's just that letting it grow back naturally will be a bit slow."
Hearing this, Little Swan Goose felt more reassured and asked: "Do you have any dicine for it?"
This Jiang Mo actually did have. Since discovering that fighting often left her balding, the hair-growth powder from the Spirit Beast Garden had beco one of her standard supplies, treated almost as importantly as her life-saving and healing pills. However, later, to raise the phoenix, she had used everything with abundant spiritual energy as feed, including precious pills. The only thing left behind was the hair-growth powder, since it was for external use to grow fur and was commonly given to low-level spirit beasts in the Spirit Beast Garden. It was clearly not precious, and the spiritual energy it contained wasn't substantial.
Now hearing Little Swan Goose's inquiry, Jiang Mo readily took out the hair-growth powder and said: "I do have dicine, but it's for external application, so applying it might be a bit inconvenient."
This was certainly an excuse. Even though Jiang Mo had bald patches on her back and neck from being bitten, applying dicine was certainly not difficult for cultivators.
Little Swan Goose didn't think much of it and imdiately offered with flapping wings: "No problem, I'll help you."
At this mont, Little Swan Goose, in both appearance and deanor, bore no resemblance to the gentle Senior Sister who had once tended to her wounds. Yet hearing her offer help in that childish voice, Jiang Mo's heart lted completely.
She tilted her head slightly, rubbing her cheek against Little Swan Goose's head: Senior Sister, when will you recover your mories?
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Compared to the two youngsters who had run off in a huff, Qingyu and Zhu Baiyi arrived much more slowly.
They weren't particularly worried about the two getting into trouble. After all, even Little Swan Goose, who currently had the lowest cultivation level among them, was not to be trifled with after receiving so many resources—to put it bluntly, with that many resources invested, even a pig would have been transford into a formidable pig demon, let alone a phoenix with excellent innate talent and bloodline!
The two discerning adults had noticed Jiang Mo's earlier awkwardness and didn't rush to catch up. The fox carried Qingyu, moving at a leisurely pace toward their destination, taking twice as long as Jiang Mo and Little Swan Goose.
They arrived quite late, but when they finally reached the spot, they didn't see Jiang Mo and Little Swan Goose.
Fortunately, the fox was highly sensitive to auras. Zhu Baiyi transford back into human form and confird that Jiang Mo and Little Swan Goose had been there not long ago. After looking around, she called out: "Where are you? Are you hiding?"
After her words fell, Jiang Mo and Little Swan Goose quickly appeared, carrying a slight dicinal fragrance.
Zhu Baiyi and Qingyu imdiately guessed that Jiang Mo had gone to apply dicine, though cultivators generally didn't care much about external injuries. Even the most horrific wounds could be healed to seventy or eighty percent with just one pill. External dicines were rare, and since Jiang Mo's injuries weren't serious, Qingyu couldn't imagine why she would use an ointnt. But Zhu Baiyi, whose true form was equally furry, imdiately understood after a single sniff.
However, losing fur was such a trivial matter that it wasn't worth ntioning. Seeing the two return, Zhu Baiyi said: "Good, we've stayed here long enough. It's ti for us to leave."
Jiang Mo and Little Swan Goose naturally had no objections. After all, these battlefield ruins were not so scenic place worth lingering in. However, neither had forgotten that when they first entered this ruin, treating it as a new secret realm, many others had entered with them. They wondered what had happened to those people, as they hadn't encountered many during all this ti.
Qingyu and Zhu Baiyi weren't concerned about this. Especially Zhu Baiyi, who as the Sect Leader of a demonic sect, took a detached view of human life: "Cultivators struggle against heaven for their fate. How could everything go smoothly? If they were fortunate enough to find inheritance, leaving would naturally be no problem for them."
As for those left behind without luck? The cultivation world had never cared about such eliminated individuals.
Jiang Mo and Little Swan Goose didn't dwell on this matter and quickly moved on, dutifully staying aside to watch the two elders busy themselves finding an exit. It wasn't that they didn't want to help, but each profession has its specialties, especially when it ca to formations. Reckless interference wouldn't only fail to provide assistance but might even cause trouble.
Zhu Baiyi and Qingyu indeed lived up to their reputation and status. After a series of efforts, they truly found the exit point. Zhu Baiyi beckoned to Jiang Mo and Little Swan Goose: "Co over."
Jiang Mo and Little Swan Goose, who had been waiting with nothing to do, imdiately responded: "Coming, coming."
As soon as the two approached, they saw Qingyu's hands moving swiftly, forming a series of complex magical seals. By the ti they reached her, Qingyu had just completed the final seal. Then, a dazzling white light burst from Qingyu's hands, and with a pushing motion, the light seed to leave her hands, flying diagonally upward into the sky.
There was nothing in that patch of sky, and the scenery looked no different from the surroundings. Looking out, one could only see the dark horizon.
However, when the magical seal's white light flew into the sky, it seed to enter another space—the calm space rippled, first with a barely perceptible fluctuation, but then increasingly obvious, visible to the naked eye like water waves.
Gradually, the water waves turned into boiling water. The trembling space suddenly shook, then points of golden light began to leak through. The golden light was like long-absent sunlight breaking through darkness, first as thin as a strand of hair, then gradually expanding to the size of chopsticks, a wooden stick, a bowl's mouth... until finally reaching the width of a person before stopping completely.
Compared to the spectacle when they were swallowed into the ruins, this exit, which could only accommodate one person at a ti, was indeed quite small. But even creating this small exit was no easy feat for Qingyu—sweat had appeared on the brow of the usually composed cultivator.
Qingyu casually ford a cleaning spell and urged: "Hurry, this exit will only last for a few breaths."
Hearing this, everyone didn't dare delay. Zhu Baiyi rushed out first to scout—heaven knew what was outside this exit. If it was the North Abyss Desert where they had entered, that would be fine, but if it was so strange dangerous place, naturally soone needed to go out first to secure the exit. Jiang Mo, carrying Little Swan Goose, rushed out second, followed closely by Qingyu.
Everyone moved quickly, not daring to delay at all. Qingyu's words proved correct—this exit was practically forced open by her, and even with her cultivation level, she couldn't maintain it for more than a few breaths. The exit closed and returned to normal shortly after Qingyu passed through.
Within the ruins, so people spotted the golden light from afar and thought a treasure had appeared, rushing toward it. Unfortunately, they were too far away, and their cultivation levels were inferior to Jiang Mo's group. Before they could get close, the golden light in the sky disappeared. Those with good eyesight seed to glimpse figures entering the golden light from a distance and naturally assud soone had successfully claid the treasure.
The subsequent struggles and conflicts over a non-existent treasure within the ruins need not be ntioned for now. At present, as the group left the ruins, before they could even clearly see their surroundings, they first felt a terrible pressure descending upon them.
Tribulation clouds rolled across the sky—another lightning tribulation was approaching.
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