Bai Laohu sneered, never having seen a cultivator so ignorant of the severity of the situation. However, out of respect for the Buddhist cultivator, Bai Laohu didn’t get angry. Instead, he threw Yun Ge out of the cave.
Huan Mo was startled, about to go rescue Yun Ge, but was stopped by Bai Laohu.
Huan Mo turned back to look at Bai Laohu not far away and said, “Originally, I intended to spare your life out of respect for my master. Now it seems unnecessary!” There was a murderous intent in Huan Mo’s eyes!
Bai Laohu was surprised. How could this be possible? Throughout history, Buddhist cultivators have never harbored murderous intent. Even if harmed, they maintained a compassionate heart, attempting to enlighten others. How could this Buddhist cultivator be different?
“Hehe…” Huan Mo leaped, standing in front of a smooth wall. The previously plain wall began to glow due to the approach of a peculiar aura. A ferocious shape appeared on the wall, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
Huan Mo’s jade-like white hand turned into a sinister black in an instant, and a black storm surged in her palm.
Bai Laohu was shocked. “You… how is this possible?”
Huan Mo paid no attention to Bai Laohu’s surprise because, in the next moment, the black storm had enveloped the entire wall in layers. In an instant, the intermittent gold turned into a strange black, accompanied by occasional golden rays, making it look frightening.
“Dare you be so arrogant with just a strand of soul?” Huan Mo snorted, retracting her hand, now back to its pure white state. She then saw a strand of white soul lingering on her fingertips. Huan Mo surrounded the nearly extinguished gold with the black storm.
“Master!” a faint voice came, “Please spare me, I will serve you as my master!”
Huan Mo remained silent, letting the black consume the gold bit by bit.
“Master! Master!” The voice grew weaker, and finally realizing that Huan Mo had no intention of sparing it, Bai Laohu had to admit defeat, gritting its teeth. “Master, I know how to suppress demonic thoughts!”
Huan Mo didn’t speak, allowing the golden color to be consumed by the black.
The “pure and kind heart” of the Buddhist cultivator prevented them from generating evil thoughts fundamentally. The spiritual energy of Buddhist cultivators was almost pure gold, the higher the cultivation, the purer the gold. On the other hand, black color was associated with demonic cultivators.
Bai Laohu couldn’t understand why a Buddhist cultivator, who emitted an alluring and sweet fragrance, possessed black spiritual power. Did it mean she fell into demonic cultivation?
Of course, Bai Laohu couldn’t know that even Yun Ge, her master, didn’t realize she had fallen into demonic cultivation while her master was trying everything to restore her Buddha nature.
No one knew how Huan Mo fell into demonic cultivation, except Huan Mo herself.
When she saw Yun Ge lifeless in a pool of blood in the desert, at that moment, Huan Mo’s world darkened. All her perseverance and faith collapsed in an instant. As she walked step by step to pick up the person, she understood that the demon in her heart could no longer be contained.
For this person, she controlled her emotions and suppressed herself.
The bloodthirsty desire, yet she died in front of her like this…
If she were not in her life, she would detest people, detest cultivators, detests demonic cultivators, detest the world, but she wouldn’t harm or kill anyone, because she couldn’t. Her heart couldn’t harbor any malicious thoughts; any movement would trigger a pervasive pain throughout her body, making it impossible to breathe, and she couldn’t even bring herself to harm others.
However, she encountered her. Because of her, she could refrain from hating people. She liked innocent and pure children, so she could avoid despising cultivators because this person was one. She could avoid detesting devil cultivators because she didn’t want to waste her energy on anyone who wasn’t her.
But why did those people have to provoke her? She didn’t want to reveal herself because, after revealing herself, she feared she couldn’t protect her. Moreover, she feared that she, like others, would reveal a greedy gaze!
When she discovered her changes, she was almost ecstatic. She could entertain thoughts of killing, even… kill!
Half of her blood came from the bloodthirsty Demon King, and that soul’s agitation for protecting someone activated, overshadowing her entire pure heart!
Yet, she suppressed it, forcefully suppressed it. With the addition of her Buddha nature, the problem wasn’t significant. Then…
Why become a Buddhist cultivator? She couldn’t even protect the one she loved! When she saw Yun Ge lying lifeless in the desert, she heard a voice deep within her. Without any hesitation, she abandoned her Buddhist nature and embraced demonic cultivation to save him.
After Yun Ge was revived, she could control the bloodthirsty impulse within her. However, when she saw the foolish beast slap Yun Ge away, she couldn’t intervene. She feared Yun Ge would see her hideous appearance after embracing demonic cultivation, and that bloodthirsty impulse couldn’t be restrained any longer!
Bai Laohu felt like its soul was being pierced by needles, gasping for breath. Despite the pain, it managed to say, “Thousands of years ago, there was a Buddhist cultivator in a similar situation… and then… he died…”
Huan Mo looked over but remained silent. However, Bai Laohu felt the mark in its mind heating up, and a severe pain engulfed its entire body. Rolling on the ground in agony, Bai Laohu regretted its choices. Did it choose the wrong master? This master was too ruthless! Maybe it shouldn’t have deceived this person…
Dissatisfied with Bai Laohu’s uselessness, Huan Mo couldn’t extract the mark, so she imprinted a mark in its mind, preventing it from transforming indefinitely. Then, remembering the two idiots on the back mountain of Yunfu Sect and the legacy of an ancient divine beast, she gave Bai Laohu a command.
…
On the back mountain of Yunfu Sect, Lin Yuan was about to build the foundation, but there was no trace of joy on her face. How could she be happy? Every time the Ice Spirit Beast was summoned, it was always set to a level higher than hers. From its disdainful gaze, she could tell it was afraid that if it didn’t set the level higher, it would beat her to death. If she built the foundation… she couldn’t imagine how challenging life would become!
Then, she felt a familiar aura approaching both of them… Well, a person and a beast.
Bai Laohu sneered, never having seen a cultivator so ignorant of the severity of the situation. However, out of respect for the Buddhist cultivator, Bai Laohu didn’t get angry. Instead, he threw Yun Ge out of the cave.
Huan Mo was startled, about to go rescue Yun Ge, but was stopped by Bai Laohu.
Huan Mo turned back to look at Bai Laohu not far away and said, “Originally, I intended to spare your life out of respect for my master. Now it seems unnecessary!” There was a murderous intent in Huan Mo’s eyes!
Bai Laohu was surprised. How could this be possible? Throughout history, Buddhist cultivators have never harbored murderous intent. Even if harmed, they maintained a compassionate heart, attempting to enlighten others. How could this Buddhist cultivator be different?
“Hehe…” Huan Mo leaped, standing in front of a smooth wall. The previously plain wall began to glow due to the approach of a peculiar aura. A ferocious shape appeared on the wall, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
Huan Mo’s jade-like white hand turned into a sinister black in an instant, and a black storm surged in her palm.
Bai Laohu was shocked. “You… how is this possible?”
Huan Mo paid no attention to Bai Laohu’s surprise because, in the next moment, the black storm had enveloped the entire wall in layers. In an instant, the intermittent gold turned into a strange black, accompanied by occasional golden rays, making it look frightening.
“Dare you be so arrogant with just a strand of soul?” Huan Mo snorted, retracting her hand, now back to its pure white state. She then saw a strand of white soul lingering on her fingertips. Huan Mo surrounded the nearly extinguished gold with the black storm.
“Master!” a faint voice came, “Please spare me, I will serve you as my master!”
Huan Mo remained silent, letting the black consume the gold bit by bit.
“Master! Master!” The voice grew weaker, and finally realizing that Huan Mo had no intention of sparing it, Bai Laohu had to admit defeat, gritting its teeth. “Master, I know how to suppress demonic thoughts!”
Huan Mo didn’t speak, allowing the golden color to be consumed by the black.
The “pure and kind heart” of the Buddhist cultivator prevented them from generating evil thoughts fundamentally. The spiritual energy of Buddhist cultivators was almost pure gold, the higher the cultivation, the purer the gold. On the other hand, black color was associated with demonic cultivators.
Bai Laohu couldn’t understand why a Buddhist cultivator, who emitted an alluring and sweet fragrance, possessed black spiritual power. Did it mean she fell into demonic cultivation?
Of course, Bai Laohu couldn’t know that even Yun Ge, her master, didn’t realize she had fallen into demonic cultivation while her master was trying everything to restore her Buddha nature.
No one knew how Huan Mo fell into demonic cultivation, except Huan Mo herself.
When she saw Yun Ge lifeless in a pool of blood in the desert, at that moment, Huan Mo’s world darkened. All her perseverance and faith collapsed in an instant. As she walked step by step to pick up the person, she understood that the demon in her heart could no longer be contained.
For this person, she controlled her emotions and suppressed herself.
The bloodthirsty desire, yet she died in front of her like this…
If she were not in her life, she would detest people, detest cultivators, detests demonic cultivators, detest the world, but she wouldn’t harm or kill anyone, because she couldn’t. Her heart couldn’t harbor any malicious thoughts; any movement would trigger a pervasive pain throughout her body, making it impossible to breathe, and she couldn’t even bring herself to harm others.
However, she encountered her. Because of her, she could refrain from hating people. She liked innocent and pure children, so she could avoid despising cultivators because this person was one. She could avoid detesting devil cultivators because she didn’t want to waste her energy on anyone who wasn’t her.
But why did those people have to provoke her? She didn’t want to reveal herself because, after revealing herself, she feared she couldn’t protect her. Moreover, she feared that she, like others, would reveal a greedy gaze!
When she discovered her changes, she was almost ecstatic. She could entertain thoughts of killing, even… kill!
Half of her blood came from the bloodthirsty Demon King, and that soul’s agitation for protecting someone activated, overshadowing her entire pure heart!
Yet, she suppressed it, forcefully suppressed it. With the addition of her Buddha nature, the problem wasn’t significant. Then…
Why become a Buddhist cultivator? She couldn’t even protect the one she loved! When she saw Yun Ge lying lifeless in the desert, she heard a voice deep within her. Without any hesitation, she abandoned her Buddhist nature and embraced demonic cultivation to save him.
After Yun Ge was revived, she could control the bloodthirsty impulse within her. However, when she saw the foolish beast slap Yun Ge away, she couldn’t intervene. She feared Yun Ge would see her hideous appearance after embracing demonic cultivation, and that bloodthirsty impulse couldn’t be restrained any longer!
Bai Laohu felt like its soul was being pierced by needles, gasping for breath. Despite the pain, it managed to say, “Thousands of years ago, there was a Buddhist cultivator in a similar situation… and then… he died…”
Huan Mo looked over but remained silent. However, Bai Laohu felt the mark in its mind heating up, and a severe pain engulfed its entire body. Rolling on the ground in agony, Bai Laohu regretted its choices. Did it choose the wrong master? This master was too ruthless! Maybe it shouldn’t have deceived this person…
Dissatisfied with Bai Laohu’s uselessness, Huan Mo couldn’t extract the mark, so she imprinted a mark in its mind, preventing it from transforming indefinitely. Then, remembering the two idiots on the back mountain of Yunfu Sect and the legacy of an ancient divine beast, she gave Bai Laohu a command.
…
On the back mountain of Yunfu Sect, Lin Yuan was about to build the foundation, but there was no trace of joy on her face. How could she be happy? Every time the Ice Spirit Beast was summoned, it was always set to a level higher than hers. From its disdainful gaze, she could tell it was afraid that if it didn’t set the level higher, it would beat her to death. If she built the foundation… she couldn’t imagine how challenging life would become!
Then, she felt a familiar aura approaching both of them… Well, a person and a beast.
