Dual cultivation makes you stronger, everyone else is a prodigy, and I'm the only one slacking

On the other side, deep within the ancient town of Fenghuang, lies an unnamed valley.

The waterfall's waters surged and roared incessantly.

Downstream from the waterfall, a white figure lay prone on the shallows, her blood washed away by the stream.

Yu Luoning's leg was broken by Zong Shu, then she was struck hard by Jiang Huang's palm, and then she was torn apart by the turbulent currents...

At this moment, her internal organs, meridians, and soul were all on the verge of collapse.

Unfortunately, the protective scales on her chest seemed to still hold onto her breath, preventing her from dying completely.

Yu Luoning was in unbearable pain and just wanted to delete her account and start over.

Just as she was losing consciousness, her defenses completely collapsed.

A voice, with a rising intonation and a lazy, amused tone, drifted down from above, "Oh dear, look at me! Which fallen deity have I bumped into?"

Footsteps, some deep and some shallow, splashed through the water.

Not far away, a figure with an exquisite mask covering his face and dressed in flawless white clothes paused for a moment, then arrived at the stream bank in the blink of an eye.

Shenshui Shupeng feigned surprise, "Ninth Young Master, isn't this your wife?"

Bai Rongling had no time to pay attention to his sarcastic remarks.

He bent down and pulled the woman into his arms. Looking at the pale face of the person in his arms, a ripple of emotion flickered in his usually rational eyes.

He took out an extremely precious elixir and put it into Yu Luoning's mouth, then poured vigorous spiritual energy into her back in an attempt to prolong her life.

Unfortunately, Yu Luoning was too badly injured, and even forcibly infusing her with spiritual power was to no avail.

Shenshui Shupeng watched from the side and shook his head helplessly: "Save your energy. Her heart is shattered like tofu. It's no use for you to keep channeling spiritual energy into her. She's on her last breath. It's better to ease her pain and send her on her way peacefully."

Bai Rongling glared at him involuntarily.

Shenshui Shupeng froze for a moment, then blinked, his gaze sweeping over the two of them.

Young Master Bai Jiu was forced to stay and serve this woman as her husband, suffering such humiliation. Shouldn't he see her off and send her on her way? Why is he so concerned about her life and death?

Shenshui Shupeng rested his chin on his fan, a deep meaning in his eyes, and suddenly said, "However, the Nine-Turn Nirvana Lotus that we just risked our lives to snatch might be able to give her a chance to live."

Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Rongling picked the person up and carried them to a flat spot.

He then helped Yu Luoning sit up, with her back against him.

Bai Rongling opened her palm upwards, and a Nine-Turn Nirvana Lotus, radiating nine-colored divine light, appeared.

He concentrated his true energy, transforming the entire spiritual herb into pure light, and continuously channeled it into Yu Luoning's body.

Seeing this, Shenshui feigned an exaggerated exclamation, "Oh dear, that's a priceless treasure we went through countless hardships to snatch from the clutches of the great demon! It was meant for you to heal your hidden injuries, and now you're just giving it away to her without even blinking an eye? Don't you regret it at all?"

Bai Rongling's back was ramrod straight. She didn't bother to look back at him, and coldly uttered four words, "Shut up and protect me."

"If you're going to protect the Dharma, then don't be so fierce."

Shenshui muttered something under his breath, tossed his fan into the air, and cast a spell with both hands, creating a protective shield that enveloped the two of them.

The Nine-Turn Soul-Splitting Lotus is an ancient divine medicine, and even ordinary cultivators need seven days to refine it.

Now that Yu Luoning's soul is on the verge of collapse and she is completely unconscious, Bai Rongling can only take over this refining process.

The two had previously been intimate, their bodies intertwined, their souls imbued with each other's essence.

Bai Rongling effortlessly arrived at the depths of Yu Luoning's shattered sea of ​​consciousness and helped her refine the divine lotus.

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Luoning felt a warm sensation all over her body, as if a clear spring was flowing through her meridians, making her want to immerse herself in it.

At this moment, a cold, deep voice faintly reached his ears, "Back then, you saved my life in Mo Yuntian's sea of ​​consciousness. Today, I repay you with my life. From now on... we owe each other nothing."

The sound gradually faded away, but deep in the valley, the roars of ancient beasts continued unabated, deafeningly loud.

Shenshui Shupeng stood outside the barrier on a slightly elevated rock, waving his hand to deflect the rocks that had been shaken off the cliff.

Looking at the two figures nestled together within the shield's light, he curled his lip.

Three days, a full three days and three nights.

He worked as a bodyguard for three days in this godforsaken place.

How amusing! The high and mighty Ninth Prince has actually gone off to be someone's servant.

Look at how he serves people; he's really quite familiar with the job.

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Meanwhile, Cui Xiu and Feng Qiguang had already entered Phoenix Ancient City. Although this grotto-heaven was named Phoenix Ancient City, it was far larger than a single city.

Cui Xiu closed his eyes and scanned the area with his divine sense, searching for Yu Luoning's whereabouts, but the place was surprisingly large.

Those ancient species possessed an extremely strong sense of territory. When Cui Xiu's divine sense swept across an ancient forest a thousand miles away, a terrifying consciousness awakened within that forest, directly repelling his divine sense back.

The next moment, ripples of energy emanated from the ancient forest, carrying a hint of the master's displeasure.

Cui Xiu rose into the air on the wind, his long black hair flying everywhere. He quickly withdrew the spiritual energy he had gathered and said coldly to that direction, "Fellow Daoist, I apologize."

A moment later, the hurricane subsided.

Cui Xiu frowned and said, "I can no longer easily use my divine sense to probe this area."

Feng Qiguang nodded, still puzzled.

Cui Xiu glanced at him, then patiently said, "There are many terrifying beings sleeping here. Dealing with one or two is fine, but if we awaken them all, it will only create unnecessary trouble and be a loss."

Feng Qiguang's expression was solemn, and he nodded slightly.

Cui Xiu didn't say anything more, but looked at the ancient forest in the distance and said, "This place is more dangerous than I expected. Stay close."

Upon hearing this, Feng Qiguang's expression suddenly froze, making him feel uneasy.

From initially giving him the cultivation techniques and urging him to practice, to now being concerned about his safety.

The arrogant man in purple before him truly considered him one of his own.

The two traveled at high speed, and after a while, they suddenly sensed the presence of wild beasts. Cui Xiu instinctively shielded Feng Qiguang behind her.

Behind him, Feng Qiguang's gaze suddenly fell on Cui Xiu. Although his expression remained normal, a hint of warmth quietly appeared in his eyes.

In the distant forest, a colossal creature traversed the landscape. The towering ancient trees, hundreds of feet tall, appeared to reach only the lower legs of the beast in comparison.

With each step the giant beast took, the earth trembled violently.

The two stood suspended in mid-air at a distance, silently watching this scene.

Feng Qiguang swallowed hard, then suddenly said, "Brother Cui."

Cui Xiu paused slightly and turned to look at him.

Feng Qiguang felt a little awkward. "We've been traveling together... um..."

He didn't know how to explain, so he cautiously said, "If Your Excellency doesn't like it, then I'll still call you Your Excellency."

Cui Xiu glanced at him for a couple of moments, then turned her head away. "Whatever."

Feng Qiguang's eyes lit up, and he said, "Okay, Brother Cui."

Cui Xiu couldn't quite describe how he felt, but it was still much more comfortable than when those people from Dongbao Shangzong started calling him "Ancestor."

He has lived for a thousand years, yet now he is called "brother" by the twenty-year-old Feng Qiguang. How come it seems like he is getting a bargain?

Anyway, as long as we don't call him old, that's fine.

...This is the dividing line where Ningning's harem must all live in harmony...