Without Wen Bùtíng's reminder, Bai Shèngyì executed a backflip to evade the hostile gust of wind. The moment she landed, another whistling sound pierced the air!
"Is this ever going to end!" Bai Shèngyì's gaze turned cold as her Samsara Brush (Lúnhuí Bǐ) shot out.
"Clang!"
The Samsara Brush struck metal with a crisp sound!
Bai Shèngyì leaped up, grabbed the brush as she landed, and looked at her attacker, her gaze following the whip studded with iron teeth. "Fairy, what is the meaning of this?"
She had no idea who the female cultivator behind her, who had ambushed her, was.
Táng Qiáo hadn't expected both her surprise attacks to be dodged by Bai Shèngyì. She found the situation tricky. Bai Shèngyì had become so difficult to deal with immediately after her ascension. She really shouldn't have trusted that waste, Liú Tiānyún. Back in the Divine Revelation Minor World (Shénqǐ Xiǎoshìjiè), she should have dealt with Bai Shèngyì herself earlier!
"You killed Yuè Jūn," Táng Qiáo said coldly, her killing intent undisguised as she looked at Bai Shèngyì.
Bai Shèngyì instantly understood. So this was about avenging Yuè Jūn.
Bai Shèngyì chuckled, "Beautiful fairy, what's your relationship with Yuè Jūn?" The Samsara Brush was already raised discreetly, and as she spoke, words followed in quick succession.
Táng Qiáo was taken aback by Bai Shèngyì's question.
What was her relationship with Yuè Jūn?
Companion? Teammate? Childhood sweethearts?
She couldn't quite define it. Before Yuè Jūn had gone to the Green Glory Minor World (Lǜróng Xiǎoshìjiè), they had even argued over Chǔ Tiānlè.
Yuè Jūn insisted she kill Chǔ Tiānlè, saying she was nurturing a tiger that would bring disaster. But she felt Yuè Jūn was overthinking things; Chǔ Tiānlè clearly couldn't escape her grasp.
"Buzz buzz…"
The whip in Táng Qiáo's hand emitted an warning hum, jolting her out of her reverie. But it was too late.
A giant, jade-green net descended from above!
"Beautiful fairy, I don't want to die yet, so I'll take my leave."
Bai Shèngyì watched with satisfaction as the net woven by the Samsara Brush was then surrounded by boundless spiritual fire, preventing Táng Qiáo from escaping. She clapped her hands and happily walked towards the entrance, even finding the mood to turn and urge Wen Bùtíng.
"Fellow Daoist Wen, why are you still dawdling? Aren't you leaving with me?"
As soon as Wen Bùtíng recognized Táng Qiáo's face, he had been trying to minimize his presence, wishing he had never come!
How could he have imagined that Bai Shèngyì had a feud with an esteemed figure like Táng Qiáo from Heavenly Sorcerer City (Tiānwū Chéng)! Judging by what Táng Qiáo said, Bai Shèngyì had even killed Lord Yuè Jūn!
That's right, Lord Yuè Jūn hadn't been active in the Yingwū Continent (Yíngwū Zhōu) for a long time. There were even rumors that he had accepted a mission arranged by the Continent Lord. He hadn't expected...
Wen Bùtíng didn't know how he had left the entrance of the black market. He had even forgotten that he originally had no intention of entering the black market with Bai Shèngyì.
When he came to his senses, he saw Bai Shèngyì looking around the black market like nothing had happened, appearing as an innocent, curious baby.
Wen Bùtíng unconsciously swallowed.
"Fellow Daoist Wen, is something the matter?"
Wen Bùtíng: ...Yes, it's a big matter! It seemed he had offended Táng Qiáo before even latching onto the powerful Young Master Yún Seven!
This was a disaster!
"Bai... Fellow Daoist Bai, did you really kill Lord Yuè Jūn?" Wen Bùtíng asked with difficulty.
"Lord Yuè Jūn?" Bai Shèngyì's eyes darted around, and she asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Wen, do you know Yuè Jūn? Could it be that you are Yuè Jūn's subordinate?"
Seeing Bai Shèngyì's brush poised to move, Wen Bùtíng immediately said, "Of course not!"
He cherished his life, and he still wanted to enter the Vast Universe Secret Realm (Huányǔ Mìjìng).
Bai Shèngyì secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but showed nothing on her face, maintaining her smile. "Then why are you asking so much? Hurry up, take me to find a place to sell elixirs."
"Alright... alright." Wen Bùtíng agreed, feeling that something was amiss.
He hadn't noticed that, in the course of their interaction, Bai Shèngyì had subtly taken the lead.
The black market between Wángliáng City (Wángliáng Chéng) and Yunxia City (Yúnxiá Chéng) was very prosperous and lively, comparable to the foot traffic in Wángliáng City. Moreover, the black market wasn't as chaotic as Bai Shèngyì had imagined. Both those selling and buying seemed quite normal and well-behaved.
"That's because conflict hasn't arisen yet." Finally reaching a domain familiar to Wen Bùtíng, he felt a sense of accomplishment, finally able to impress Bai Shèngyì. He spoke eloquently, "Here, whoever has the bigger fist is the boss. If you want to buy elixirs, you have to be careful; you might even have them snatched away directly."
As if to verify his words, right after Wen Bùtíng finished speaking, Bai Shèngyì saw a cultivator selling a Saint-tier Spiritual Artifact (Shèngjiē Língqì) ahead. The moment the artifact was presented to the buyer, it was snatched by the seller.
However, the buyer was also not to be underestimated. Seeing the seller snatch the item, he didn't panic. Because after the seller had only taken a few steps, he collapsed, bleeding from all seven orifices, twitching, and dying.
Several figures in black clothes appeared from nowhere and swiftly carried away the deceased cultivator.
"This person is truly unlucky, snatching from whom else but Old Man Zhāng, that black-hearted old man. Didn't he even ask around? No one in this black market has ever gotten the better of Old Man Zhāng." Wen Bùtíng followed Bai Shèngyì's gaze and said, "Old Man Zhāng is both an artifact refiner and an elixir master. That spiritual artifact was coated with poison."
Bai Shèngyì narrowed her eyes. "Indeed, it's a rare poison that directly damages the divine consciousness."
The path of elixirs is also both simple and difficult. Treating external wounds is the lower path, observing internal injuries is the middle path, and understanding divine consciousness is the upper path.
At least, during her time in Divine Revelation and Green Glory, Bai Shèngyì had rarely seen anyone so skillfully use elixirs to directly harm someone's divine consciousness and cause death.
"Little girl, your eyesight is quite good." A hoarse, chuckling voice came from the side. Old Man Zhāng, who had been ahead moments ago, was suddenly standing in front of Bai Shèngyì.
Bai Shèngyì was startled and forcefully suppressed her instinct to retreat.
This Old Man Zhāng's cultivation was actually not low!
"Young Wen, talking ill of people behind their backs is not a good habit. This old man heard you calling me black-hearted." Old Man Zhāng said, patting Wen Bùtíng's shoulder.
Bai Shèngyì watched as Wen Bùtíng, who had wanted to dodge, failed. As Old Man Zhāng's palm came down, Wen Bùtíng's expression changed.
"Old Man Zhāng, there's no need to hold such a grudge, is there?"
Everyone knew that getting hit by this black-hearted old man's palm meant enduring pain all over the body for at least three to five days!
Old Man Zhāng snorted and turned, his gaze falling on Bai Shèngyì. "Little girl, you look somewhat familiar."
Bai Shèngyì: ?
"Perhaps my face is too common." Bai Shèngyì smiled. "Senior, I heard you are also an elixir master. May I ask you a question?"
"Speak," Old Man Zhāng retracted the hand he had intended to pat Bai Shèngyì with, his interest piqued.