153: One person, one table, one glass of wine

Ling Xiao's brows were tightly furrowed; he always felt that Su Xiaobai's words today had a hidden meaning.

Just as he was about to speak, Su Xiaobai interrupted him.

"Your Ancient Yanhuang Bloodline also has the Fire Attribute, right? Perfect, I obtained the Ultimate Fire Attribute in the Secret Realm, which can help you activate your Bloodline, so I'll give it to you." Su Xiaobai smiled as he looked at him.

"How can that be? That was something Senior Brother Xiaobai worked so hard to get, I can't take it!" Ling Xiao shook his head resolutely.

"Alright, there's no need for us brothers to be so polite. I don't cultivate Fire Attribute Cultivation Techniques anyway, so it's useless to me." Su Xiaobai reached out and pointed, and a crimson light shot into Ling Xiao's glabella.

Ling Xiao only felt a sudden clarity in his mind, and his Bloodline within his body stirred, as if it was about to sublimate.

Su Xiaobai nodded and smiled, "Mm, it looks like your Bloodline is about to evolve again. You should go into seclusion for a while."

"But," a hint of struggle flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, "Senior Sister Dongfang Qian Yue is getting married in three days. By all accounts, I need to see her off."

"I, your own Junior Brother, can handle these matters. You don't need to worry." Su Xiaobai patted his shoulder and urged, "Alright, alright, hurry up and go into seclusion. When you come out, we'll have a good spar."

"...Good!" Ling Xiao nodded, then turned and left to go into seclusion.

Watching his retreating back, the smile on Su Xiaobai's face gradually faded.

He was about to turn and leave, but a purple-robed figure appeared in front of him at some point.

Su Xiaobai was startled, "Sect Leader Shibo, when did you appear?"

Zhou Daoya didn't speak, but instead took the wine pot from his hand and drank alone.

"When did the bright moon appear? Raising my cup, I ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is tonight in the palaces of heaven.

I wish to ride the wind home, yet I fear the jade towers and grand pavilions, too high and cold..."

Zhou Daoya recited a poem that Su Xiaobai had composed, passing by him as if he hadn't seen him at all.

Su Xiaobai's gaze fell on the path he had walked. A scroll, at some unknown moment, had fallen from his sleeve onto the ground.

"This is..." Su Xiaobai picked up the scroll, his eyes complex as he looked at Zhou Daoya's gradually disappearing figure.

"Thank you..."

...

Ice Soul Great Hall.

After learning that Dongfang Qian Yue and Su Xiaobai had returned, Bing Ling had already come out of seclusion.

When Su Xiaobai arrived at the Ice Soul Great Hall, he found her standing on the roof ridge of the great hall, gazing into the distance alone.

Dressed in a luxurious blue and white palace gown, she exuded a beauty that was both noble and pure.

"Revered Master." Su Xiaobai flew to the rooftop and bowed respectfully.

"You've returned." Bing Ling smiled faintly, as gentle and harmonious as ever.

"Mm, it's late. Why has Revered Master come to the rooftop alone?" he asked.

"Alas!" Bing Ling sighed, a hint of distress in her brows, "You should know that Yue'er is going to be a concubine for the Young Lord of the headquarters.

That person is absolutely not a good match, but no matter how I tried to persuade her, she wouldn't listen. That girl has been stubborn since childhood; once she makes a decision, no one can change it."

When she mentioned Wang Shouyang, a deep look of disgust flashed in her eyes.

"...Revered Master, don't be angry. You know Senior Sister's personality." Su Xiaobai comforted her.

Bing Ling shook her head, "I'm not angry, I just feel it's not worth it for her. With her talent, she could definitely find a better home. Why must she be a concubine for the Young Lord of the headquarters?"

Su Xiaobai was about to say something else, but then his face suddenly changed, and an intense pain assailed him.

"Ah!" He clutched his head with both hands, a look of pain appearing on his face.

"Xiaobai, what's wrong?" Bing Ling's expression changed in surprise, and she quickly stepped forward to support him, placing her jade hand on his pulse.

After checking the condition of his body, her beautiful eyes suddenly constricted, "Why is your pulse so chaotic?"

"It...it might be that I broke through too quickly and my body can't bear the excess power, but if I can have the Desolate Continent Wood to recuperate, it might help me alleviate and harmonize the power within my body." Su Xiaobai explained weakly.

Bing Ling's brows furrowed tightly, "The Desolate Continent Wood is in the extreme west of the Desolate Continent. Even I would need seven days to return, but Yue'er is getting married in three days..."

"Cough, cough!" Several mouthfuls of thick blood spurted from Su Xiaobai's mouth, as if he was about to die.

"I'll help you down first!" Bing Ling's heart completely panicked. Su Xiaobai's pulse was like a restless wild beast, as if it could burst through his body at any moment.

If he wasn't treated quickly, he probably wouldn't last ten days!

After sending Su Xiaobai back to his room.

Bing Ling also unhesitatingly prepared to go to the extreme west to search for the Desolate Continent Wood.

"Xiaobai, you recuperate here with peace of mind. Your Revered Master will return in seven days."

"Thank you, Revered Master." Su Xiaobai lay on the bed, speaking weakly.

Then, Bing Ling's figure transformed into a blue light and flew towards the extreme west.

And after she left, Su Xiaobai suddenly opened his eyes.

"Cough!"

A Medicinal Pill was coughed out by him, rolling onto the floor.

False Pulse Pill: Can fake one's pulse.

It was a Medicinal Pill he had He Han make for fun years ago, but he never expected to use it to deceive his Revered Master.

He stood up from the bed and walked towards the black robe with gold carved Dragon patterns hanging on the wall, a sharp and decisive look flashing in his eyes.

"Ling Xiao, Revered Master, some things, I alone can bear..."

...

Three days later.

The festive sound of firecrackers and gongs reverberated throughout the Profound Moon Sect. A red sedan chair was slowly lifted and moved towards the flying boat docking port.

Flying boat docking port: The transportation hub connecting the Desolate Continent to other continents.

"Damn it! I, a dignified team leader, am actually arranged to do such a lowly job as carrying a sedan chair. These lowly people of the heavens, I will kill them all one day!"

Below the red sedan chair, the Wolong leader was furious.

"Leader, shouldn't we be more careful? There are so many people here. If someone hears us, our situation will be dangerous." A subordinate reminded him.

"Afraid of what?! I'm using our Extraterrestrial Demon Clan's unique sound transmission. How can these little things spy on this leader's conversation?!" The Wolong leader immediately cursed angrily.

Inside the red sedan chair.

Dongfang Qian Yue was dressed in red, lightly powdered, incredibly beautiful, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify for her.

Her strength had been sealed by Qing Shou, leaving her no room to resist.

But suddenly, a green Medicinal Pill slipped from her sleeve and rolled into her hand.

This was the inner core of the Poison Scorpion King. If consumed rashly, it could easily poison a Nascent Soul cultivator, and it was her last resort.

"I never thought... this would be my final destination." She turned around and looked at the familiar scenery outside the window, her heart filled with infinite reluctance.

Rumble~

Just then, the sedan chair shook violently, and the Poison Scorpion King inner core in her hand accidentally fell to the ground.

She quickly bent down, wanting to pick it up.

"Bold! Who is in front? How dare you obstruct my Profound Moon Sect's marriage? Hurry up and move aside!" An angry shout came from outside the window.

In front of the marriage procession, a man blocked the middle of the road.

He was wearing a black robe with gold carved Dragon patterns, his figure was tall and straight, extraordinarily handsome, and as refined as jade.

The man was facing away from them, sitting on the ground, drinking by himself.

In front of him was a small table, with wine on it.

One person, one table, one cup of wine.