Chapter 462 The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (39)
Once dressed, she quickly stood up and walked out.
Ning Yishu immediately followed.
Bai Weiwei opened the door. The morning light poured in, dispelling the darkness within.
She stood in the light, looking back with a smile. Her voice was spirited and unspeakably charming. “Idiot, next time you have to come earlier.”
Ning Yishu’s heartbeat quickened as he let out a laugh.
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has increased to 45.】
Suddenly, the scene before him faded away once more.
Ning Yishu found himself standing by the spirit spring he had used to treat her wounds.
When he saw the person in the spring, his pupils uncontrollably contracted.
Bai Weiwei lay quietly at the edge of the spring, her bare back and snow-white skin covered in overlapping scars.
How did this happen?
After she killed her master, wasn’t it that there was nobody else who could bully her?
Could it be Qiu Bai?
She suddenly opened her eyes, alert. “Who’s there?”
After she spoke, she could clearly see the person in front of her.
“It’s you, ah,” she sighed in relief.
Ning Yishu glared at her injuries, his eyes shining with a cold light. “Who did this?”
Bai Weiwei gave him a cursory glance, then suddenly broke into a smile. “Who would dare to hurt me? I’m now at the Nascent Soul stage, alright? Grand Heavens Mountain only has two Nascent Soul stage cultivators. Even my hideous shixiong doesn’t dare to bully me.”
Ning Yishu’s eyelids hung low. He suddenly reached out, wanting to touch her back. Everywhere he looked, there were those scars.
Although they’d begun to fade after soaking in the spirit spring.
But he could still see how terribly painful they had been at the time of the injury.
Bai Weiwei was unconcerned: “When I broke through the Core Formation Stage into the Nascent Soul stage, I went through a lightning tribulation. Compared to forming a Nascent Soul and making it through the tribulation, these wounds are nothing.”
She was excellent at calculating costs, and she took gains and losses seriously.
So when she successfully made it through the lightning tribulation, she was so overjoyed that she didn’t care about how many wounds she sustained.
Ning Yishu’s mouth pursed. “You broke through to the Nascent Soul stage?”
He didn’t know how many years had passed since the last scene.
And she was getting closer and closer to her age in reality.
He didn’t know how many years would pass until she took him in as a disciple.
Ning Yishu suddenly smelled a familiar scent as the graceful woman came closer.
He looked up in astonishment. She looked at him, her clear eyes calculating. Her lips nearly touched the corner of his mouth.
“I say, A’Ning, where are you from?”
Bai Weiwei smiled slightly, her face flushed red. She looked both sweet and beautiful.
“For so many years, you’ve come and gone like a ghost, but I can’t see through your cultivation.”
Ning Yishu’s heart soured. He told her truthfully. “I’m just an ordinary person.”
A single spiritual root, but a waste who couldn’t cultivate.
Bai Weiwei frowned, somewhat angry. “We’re old friends, yet you dare to lie to me. An ordinary person wouldn’t have not gotten old after so many years.”
That was because this was… a dreamworld, ah.
Ning Yishu was well aware that this dreamworld fed on spiritual qi, but he still remained.
The Labyrinth of Dreams was not a very difficult trap to solve.
As long as the person recognized and admitted that this was a fake world, the dreamworld could be broken.
But he was reluctant to break it.
Because he knew that, once it was broken, he and she.
One would return to being the aloof shishuzu of the Grand Heavens Mountain Sect, and one would be the ant, the wastewood at her feet.
The reality was too cruel, making this dreamworld seem tempting and beautiful.
He had always known his choices, and he had always been firm and resolute.
But for the sake of this sweet lie, he was willing to let himself sink into a dangerous situation.