474: Chapter 474 It's late.

In a courtyard, the morning light began to filter through.

"Ouch! Revered Master, why did you hit me!"

Chi Wanhe clutched her head, her little face scrunched up, her eyes filled with grievance and feigned anger. She pursed her lips, her cheeks puffed out, looking like a cat that had its fish stolen.

Ling Hao retracted his hand and glanced at her expressionlessly:

"You still think you're in the right? You actually dared to deceive your Revered Master; you deserve to be hit."

He had truly thought something major happened to Xia Yingying and had rushed over from Haoran Tower in a panic, not even bothering to finish feeding the three little ones. It turned out to be nothing more than a nightmare.

Xia Yingying stood to the side, her pale green gauze dress fluttering gently in the morning breeze. She twisted her fingers in embarrassment:

"Revered Master... I just had a dream. Senior Sister... she insisted on calling you over to take a look."

Chi Wanhe stuck out her tongue, arguing confidently:

"I was just worried about Junior Sister! This morning, I came to find Junior Sister and heard her talking to Sister Qing Shang about what happened last night. That dream seemed to involve something about a 'True Immortal,' and I was afraid something might have happened to her..."

Ling Hao glanced at her. Making trouble is making trouble; what kind of excuse is that?

Wait, True Immortal?!

Ling Hao turned his head to look at Xia Yingying, "Little Yingying, what kind of dream was it? Tell me about it."

Xia Yingying lowered her eyes, recalling the images from her dream.

"I dreamed of... a large city. This city seemed even bigger than Tianyuan Capital City. There was a person who seemed even more powerful than Revered Master... He was wrapped in scarlet Qi, very smelly, very disgusting. The Cultivators in that city seemed to be begging for mercy, calling him Lord True Immortal. He slapped his palm down, and the world went dark. Then... so much blood..."

"Then... it seems it was me? I raised my hand and killed that person with one palm..."

Ling Hao listened more and more seriously. He glanced at Qing Shang, who was standing beside Xia Yingying, wearing a moon-white to black gradient dress. Her face was as cold as frost, and her eyes seemed to hold the ancient galaxy, ethereal and distant. She was also deep in thought, her brows slightly furrowed like distant mountains holding makeup.

"Yingying, if you have such dreams in the future, remember to tell your Revered Master."

Ling Hao instructed, "If there's an issue, say it anytime."

Xia Yingying nodded obediently: "Mm."

"Qing Shang."

Hearing Ling Hao's words, Qing Shang noticed his gesture.

The two walked out of the courtyard one after the other.

Outside the courtyard gate, beside the bluestone path, several clumps of green bamboo rustled.

Ling Hao stood with his hands behind his back, pondering for a moment:

"I remember Yingying has a Celestial Spirit Body—formed from a wisp of Innate Celestial Origin, so she has a pure and exquisite heart, pure and unblemished, naturally sensing good and evil, and able to attract the Soul. But this... shouldn't have anything to do with the Immortal Realm, right?"

Qing Shang stood not far away, her voice ethereal:

"Yingying... is exceptionally compatible with my Revered Master's Legacy. She uses that nine heavens ringing jade zither extremely well. Perhaps... is it because of my Revered Master? That memory... is it my Revered Master's memory? Unconsciously received when she was learning the Legacy?"

Qing Shang's Revered Master was a Profound Immortal, so killing a True Immortal with one palm seemed reasonable.

Qing Shang bowed slightly and said:

"Sect Master Ling, since there is nothing else, I will go to the Chaos Azure Lotus Pool first."

Ling Hao was stunned: "Is the Chaos Azure Lotus Pool effective for you?"

"It cannot reshape my Physical Body, but nourishing my Origin... is possible."

As soon as Qing Shang finished speaking, she turned into a stream of light and drifted away.

Just as she left, a pale green figure landed in a hurry.

Yue Xinxi looked anxious, sweat beading on her forehead. As soon as she landed, she grabbed Ling Hao's sleeve:

"Where is Yingying? Is she okay? I heard she had an accident!"

Behind her, Yue Xinlan followed unhurriedly, her dark brown layered long skirt swaying in the wind, silver ornaments jingling.

"She's fine. It was just a strange dream. I checked Yingying's body, and there is nothing else wrong."

Ling Hao patted the back of Yue Xinxi's hand, "If you are worried, go inside and see her."

Yue Xinxi didn't have time to say more and turned to run into the courtyard.

Ling Hao watched her back disappear and turned to look at Yue Xinlan. Yue Xinlan was looking in the direction where Qing Shang had left, lost in thought, her face under the silver crescent crown calm as water.

Ling Hao suddenly remembered something and said:

"Little Xinlan, do you know Qing Shang?"

Yue Xinlan withdrew her gaze, not paying much attention to Ling Hao's address.

She shook her head:

"I haven't seen her. But her temperament... is different from our Three Provinces Realm."

Ling Hao was slightly disappointed; the previous guess was wrong. He thought Qing Shang's Revered Master was that Pure Immortal. If it really was, Supreme Baiyan should have seen her.

Yue Xinlan didn't care too much and said: "Tomorrow, I plan to go to the northern part of Cangwu."

"Why go there?" Ling Hao raised an eyebrow.

"To find something."

Ling Hao's eyes shifted, and he suddenly laughed:

"There is a rumor that in the northern part of the Wutong Divine Dynasty in Cangwu Province, there is an Immortal Finger Mountain. In ancient times, you nine Mahayana Supremes used the nine tripods to fight a True Immortal from the Immortal Realm. The wu tripod was damaged, and eventually, you joined forces to cut off a finger."

"The northern part of Cangwu is a barren mountain; what else could attract a Mahayana Supreme like you? Apart from Immortal Finger Mountain..."

He dragged out his tone meaningfully: "So you are looking for that drop of Immortal blood?"

Yue Xinlan was surprised that Ling Hao could guess it, and said slowly:

"Your legend has truth and falsehood. There was indeed a battle there. But we nine Supremes were not the protagonists, just bystanders. The Turbid Immortal and the Pure Immortal were. The nine of us had to join forces to use the nine tripods to block the aftermath of their strikes. In order not to destroy the Three Provinces Realm, the Pure Immortal lured the Turbid Immortal to fight outside the realm. The Pure Immortal injured the Turbid Immortal, and the Turbid Immortal left behind a drop of Immortal blood and fled."

Pausing, she glanced at Ling Hao and said:

"Later, the Pure Immortal told us that the Immortal blood contained Turbid Qi, which we could not absorb, so we set up a large formation at Immortal Finger Mountain to wait for purification. I am going for that drop of Immortal blood, hoping that the Dao rhyme contained within it can help me reach a higher level."

Ling Hao laughed,

"Too late."

Yue Xinlan frowned.

"That drop of Immortal blood was refined by me."

"You..."

Yue Xinlan's pupils shrank, her lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end, it only turned into a long sigh.

She lowered her eyes and asked softly: "When did this happen?"

"Three or four years ago."

Yue Xinlan sighed again, and when she raised her eyes again, her expression was complex:

"I didn't expect... it was obtained by you. It seems that, except for Shuofang, the other seven old guys are dead or missing. I finally know how you got so many Dao Perfections."

The corner of Ling Hao's mouth twitched.

Dead or missing means dead!

Besides—his Dao Perfections were all the result of his own hard work; what the hell did it have to do with Immortal blood?

However, he was too lazy to explain. Let the misunderstanding be.

"Have you ever seen someone with two Mahayana Hearts in their body?" Ling Hao changed the subject.

Yue Xinlan was stunned:

"No. Have you seen one?"

"I went to Tianyuan Capital City a couple of days ago and met the Saintess of the Golden Crow Holy Land."

Ling Hao said, "She is one body with two hearts—an Ancient Demon Heart and a Mahayana Heart."

Yue Xinlan's eyes flickered: "Are you going to take action against Fusang Province?"

Ling Hao was righteous: "What do you mean take action? That is called saving the people of Fusang Province from fire and water."

Yue Xinlan rolled her eyes.

"You go to Fusang, and I will follow."

"I want to find Fusang. If she hadn't taken action back then, I wouldn't be here anymore."

Ling Hao waved his hand: "In a couple of days. I need to deal with the affairs of the Small World first."

"Affairs of the Small World?"

Yue Xinlan suddenly remembered what Yue Xinxi had said in her ear that day.

Dealing with the affairs of the Small World... one didn't need to think much to know what that was.

Her gaze towards Ling Hao gradually changed.

That look was like she was looking at a pervert, or like she was looking at a lecher.

Ling Hao felt uncomfortable being stared at by her and glared back.

"What kind of look is that? Don't think that just because you are small now, I can't do anything to you!"

Yue Xinlan withdrew her gaze expressionlessly and turned away. The silver ornaments jingled, and her skirt swayed lightly.

Ling Hao looked at her back and snorted lightly.

"One day I will deal with you."

"Hmm... that look just now was not bad... Should I have the little State Preceptor pretend to be like that? She actually dared to instigate You Ruo and the others."