Cultivating immortality relies on spatial abilities; defying fate to become the protagonist.

Chapter 145 Chapter 147
"Junior Sister, thank you so much! This stuff is really good!" Mo Yu's face was flushed with excitement as she rubbed her hands together incessantly, her heart overflowing with joy.

He was overjoyed and wanted to put this tiny Qiankun House into his storage ring. He raised his right hand and touched his fingers.

This touch caused his expression to change drastically, and he cried out in alarm, "Oh no! My storage magic item is gone! That demoness must have taken it!"

Mo Yu's heart tightened suddenly, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He quickly closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and carefully sensed the condition of his dantian.

Fortunately, after some investigation, he found that his natal sword was safe and sound.

Gu Shihan heard Mo Yu's exclamation and thought about what she had received from Bai Ling.

With a wave of his hand, he took out more than a dozen storage artifacts of various shapes, most of which were small and exquisite storage rings that emitted a faint spiritual light; only two were storage bracelets, with complex and mysterious runes engraved on their surfaces.

Gu Shihan carefully examined these storage artifacts, her eyes sharp and discerning, not missing a single detail.

After careful selection, seven storage rings that still retained clear divine imprints were successfully chosen.

Based on experience, it is highly likely that these seven storage rings belong to Mo Yu and the other male cultivators who are still unconscious.

It's important to know that magical treasures in the cultivation world can recognize their owners, and storage treasures are no exception. A cultivator's recognized treasure has a close connection with its master.

When the owner dies, the divine imprint left on the magical artifact will quickly dissipate, making the artifact ownerless.

As long as the master still has a breath left, the divine imprint he left on the magic weapon will still exist.

Gu Shihan smiled at Mo Yu and said softly, "Senior brother, quickly check if there are any storage magic treasures that belong to you here. I got these from Bai Ling, and the divine sense imprints on these are still there."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu felt relieved and quickly stepped forward to carefully examine the storage rings.

In no time, he picked out two storage rings, one large and one small, and said happily, "Great, junior sister, these are mine! Everything inside is still there, thank you so much!"

Another day passed quietly, and the male cultivators who had been unconscious for a long time finally woke up one after another.

As soon as they opened their eyes, they immediately felt waves of discomfort in their bodies, as if every muscle and bone was screaming, with a faint, aching weakness.

This helpless pain instantly turned their faces extremely pale, ashen and bloodless.

As they gradually adapted to their surroundings and saw Mo Yu and Gu Shihan standing before them, a feeling of gratitude welled up in their hearts.

They knew perfectly well that these two people must have come to their aid in time.

They had long known that they were on their last legs and that they were powerless to change their fate.

There was only one possibility for them to wake up: they had been rescued. Otherwise, they would probably be a cold corpse by now. They still vividly remembered the scene when Mo Yu was brought here.

At that time, Mo Yu was barely breathing and on the verge of death, as if a gust of wind could easily extinguish the last flame of his life.

The person who brought Mo Yu to them was Bai Ling, the woman whom everyone both feared and hated.

One of the men, bracing himself, broke the silence first, saying, "Thank you both for saving our lives! If it weren't for your righteous help, we would probably be dead by now. But I wonder what has become of that wicked demoness Bai Ling?"

Although his voice sounded very weak, as if it were a candle flickering in the wind and could be extinguished at any moment, the hatred he felt for that witch was not diminished at all, but rather became even stronger.

Upon hearing this, Gu Shihan remained calm and replied indifferently, "Bai Ling is already dead."

These few simple words struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.

"Dead? Really dead? Hahahaha..." A burst of maniacal laughter suddenly rang out, the voice sharp and piercing, filled with endless pleasure and relief.

A young male cultivator was seen trembling slightly, his face contorted with extreme excitement.

His eyes widened, his eye sockets were so red they looked like they could bleed, and his gaze was filled with madness, as if he was about to completely lose his mind and fall into a state of demonic possession at any moment.

Seeing this, Mo Yu flashed forward and quickly stepped forward. With a wave of his right hand, a stream of pure spiritual power shot into the man's brow like a clear spring.

He said coldly, "Fellow Daoist, what's done is done, please calm down. Bai Ling is an evil cultivator who has committed many evils. Her actions were ultimately nothing more than courting her own destruction. Now that she has died, it's all over."

However, the male cultivator seemed not to hear, and continued to mutter to himself. Large tears kept sliding down his cheeks.

"I regret it! My junior sister was such a kind and innocent person, yet she died tragically at the hands of that wicked demoness Bai Ling because she saved me. And what about me? I was so cowardly and incompetent. Not only did I fail to protect my junior sister, but I was also violated by that demoness and have been living a wretched life ever since. I am guilty. I am impure. What hope is there for someone as filthy as me to continue living? What is the meaning of my existence?"

By the end, the male cultivator's voice had taken on a hint of despair and helplessness, making one's heart ache.

Gu Shihan's face was ashen, and her icy words seemed to freeze the air: "How could it be boring? Bai Ling is an evil cultivator. Aren't there many evil cultivators like her in the Spirit Realm now? After you recover, why don't you go and cause trouble for those evil cultivators and avenge this blood feud?"

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes glanced over the group of people in front of her.

Then, without any haste, she extended a slender hand and slowly handed several storage magic treasures, each emitting a faint spiritual light, to everyone.

At this moment, Gu Shihan's voice became soft and slow, with a calming effect on the soul. This was the first time she had used the soul suggestion technique.

Her voice was like a gentle spring breeze: "Fellow Daoists, these must be your storage treasures. The divine imprints on them are still there. Take them back, take good care of your health, and strive to recover as soon as possible."

Whether it was Gu Shihan's spiritual suggestion or not, the cultivators who had been listless and had low spirits had a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)