172: Bai Yujing's vigilance.
When the Yuan Ye Willow-Leaf Saber pierced Ao Jiao's body, she suddenly let out a mournful cry and spat out fresh blood.
Seeing this scene, Li Yan felt flustered for the first time.
That's not right!
After the side effect became positive, this stab should have healed her.
Moreover, Ao Jiao was so large, and the Yuan Ye Willow-Leaf Saber, nine zhang nine chi long, was like a thin needle in front of Ao Jiao's massive body.
How could this one stab take her life?
No?!
Gradually recovering, Li Yan steadied his flustered expression and looked closely.
[Yuan Ye Willow-Leaf Saber: Side effect positive is active, currently healing Ao Jiao's wounds.]
Li Yan was so annoyed he laughed, pointing his finger at Ao Jiao, who was feigning death.
"You, oh, you!"
Ao Jiao, who was still feigning a pained expression, saw that Li Yan had seen through her act and could no longer keep it up.
This massive, silver-white Ancient Dragon, as huge as a mountain range, laughed heartlessly.
"I was just playing with you, testing you. It seems you still care about me a lot."
Listening to her playful tone, when a person is speechless to a certain extent, they really will laugh.
Li Yan was so annoyed he laughed, shaking his head helplessly: "How old are you, still liking to play such jokes."
Who knew this Ancient Dragon was not convinced? She retorted: "Our Ancient Dragon Clan is not like Human Race Cultivators; they sever their seven emotions and six desires for longevity."
"And every Dragon in our Ancient Dragon Clan is full of personality, absolutely not as lifeless as Human Race Cultivators."
With that, Ao Jiao even began to lecture Li Yan.
"You've been too close to those Human Race Cultivators and caught all their bad habits."
"If for the sake of longevity, one becomes a person without seven emotions and six desires, wouldn't that just become a Puppet of the Heavenly Dao?"
When Li Yan heard Ao Jiao's words, he vaguely understood something.
A person without seven emotions and six desires... a Puppet of the Heavenly Dao?
To cultivate to Immortality, one can become ruthless, abandoning all emotions.
In the end, it really does seem like a Puppet of the Heavenly Dao, seemingly comprehending the Dao, but in reality, losing oneself.
As Li Yan pondered these words, the wounds on Ao Jiao's body were healing at an astonishing speed.
She looked curiously: "It's truly a bit strange. After your saber pierced me, a stream of Yang Si Power is continuously flowing into my body."
"Not only has it healed my external injuries, but even my internal injuries are being repaired."
Ao Jiao felt incredibly miraculous. Logically, she had been imprisoned by the Dragon Binding Chain before, and her body had suffered tens of thousands of years of corrosion, leaving behind a large number of hidden injuries.
But this Yuan Ye Willow-Leaf Saber was incredibly miraculous, like a fountain of life gushing forth within her body. The blood erupted directly from her Dragon heart, and Yang Si Power filled Ao Jiao's entire body as if it cost nothing.
"My strength is almost back to its Peak! Your saber is quite interesting!"
Ao Jiao grew increasingly curious about Li Yan's identity as a Little Bean Sprout.
His Soul was swallowed by Yuan Ye, yet it wasn't refined.
He could even withstand the Yin Fire within Yuan Ye's body and forcefully kill Yuan Ye.
This Little Yellow Dragon continuously brought her surprises and unexpected delights.
"Could it be that the Ancient Dragon King has manifested, sending this child to lead our Ancient Dragon Clan to revival once more?"
"Then, if he becomes the new Ancient Dragon King, and I, Ao Jiao, have the merit of following him, wouldn't I be able to become the Ancient Dragon Queen?"
Ao Jiao's mind was currently filled with all sorts of strange thoughts. If she could become the Ancient Dragon Queen, she'd be laughing in her sleep.
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While Ao Jiao and Li Yan were hiding in Yuan Ye's cave to heal.
Yuan Ye's death had already attracted external attention.
At this moment, on White Jade Capital, the One-Eyed Old Man guarding the South Heaven Gate, frowned deeply.
He shook his sleeve and took out a white jade slip.
When this crystal-clear white jade slip unfolded in mid-air, it clearly read—Four Fiends · Yuan Ye (Missing).
"Hmm?"
The One-Eyed Old Man looked at the information on the slip, his eyebrow above his eye furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character 'people' (person).
"How could this brother and sister, Yuan Ye, lose control? Their whereabouts unknown?"
The One-Eyed Old Man began to make calculations with his fingers, his expression growing more solemn: "Strange, I can't calculate it."
"But I can calculate that there's a change in the Eastern Wasteland Ruins."
"Could it be that Yuan Ye is trying to rebel?"
The One-Eyed Old Man could even deduce the Heavenly Mandate, much like Purple Star Master.
He immediately calculated that there might be changes in the Eastern Wasteland Ruins, but he couldn't pinpoint what would happen.
The One-Eyed Old Man looked up, watching a meteor streak across from above the Heavenly Palace, and he immediately stopped his divination.
"Starfall splits the firmament, heavenly patterns shift—an anomaly has broken through the boundary. This Tribulation is not part of the Three Realms' old count; it might disrupt the cosmic Qi fortune."
"Issue an order: tell the Four Fiends to begin searching for Yuan Ye."
The Daoist boy beside the One-Eyed Old Man respectfully replied: "Immortal Weng with One Eye, sir, these Four Fiends have always been unruly, outwardly obeying but inwardly defying the orders of White Jade Capital."
"Will they obey?"
The Four Fiends hid in the deep sea, where the mountains were high and the emperor far away.
If the Immortals of White Jade Capital wanted to trouble the Four Fiends, it would take some effort.
However, this One-Eyed Old Man said very calmly.
"Tell the remaining three: if they see Yuan Ye, kill it without mercy, and devour it!"
Hearing this, the Daoist boy cupped his hands and said: "Understood."
After dealing with the Four Fiends, Immortal Weng with One Eye turned to look at Yan Poshan, whom he had locked up.
"Yan Poshan, after these past few days of wind and sun, do you yield?"
Behind the Old Man, Yan Poshan was bound by iron chains, hanging on the Heavenly Lightning Platform.
Yan Poshan had been tortured beyond recognition, his entire body's skin scorched by heavenly lightning, flesh turned inside out, blood flowing incessantly.
Tortured to such a state by Immortal Weng with One Eye, Yan Poshan raised his head and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground.
"I, Yan Poshan, will never become White Jade Capital's dog!"
Immortal Weng with One Eye heard this, stroked his long beard, and laughed heartily.
"Good! Spirited! White Jade Capital likes Cultivators like you."
"This old man is best at dealing with tough nuts like you. The more fiercely you resist, the more loyal you become when you finally yield."
"You can withstand several Lightning Tribulations on the Heavenly Lightning Platform without giving in, Yan Poshan, you have the qualifications for Immortal Ascension."
This One-Eyed Old Man looked at Yan Poshan with increasing admiration.
Yan Poshan was hung there by the Old Man with a chain, enduring the Lightning Tribulation purely by willpower. How was this not a form of Undergoing Tribulation and Ascension?
However, Yan Poshan didn't appreciate it: "Bah, you old ghost, you apply medicine to me while letting me be struck by lightning."
"If you have the guts, don't apply medicine to me and let me turn to ash!"
This One-Eyed Old Man had a systematic way of torturing people; he made him Undergo Lightning Tribulation, but also sprinkled medicinal powder next to him, forcing Yan Poshan to survive.
This kind of torture was comparable to death by a thousand cuts!
But Immortal Weng with One Eye was not satisfied with this; he let out strange cackles.
"Yan Poshan, I'm giving you a task."
"This old man finds it inconvenient to leave the South Heaven Gate. You go to the Lower Realm's Eastern Wasteland Ruins and investigate for this old man."
Hearing this, Yan Poshan sneered: "Even if you strike me dead, I won't be a dog."
Immortal Weng with One Eye's eyes showed amusement. He raised his hand and conjured a mirror. The person in the mirror was Yan Poshan's daughter, Yan Qingqing.
"Then have you ever thought about your precious daughter?"