Fairy, help me cultivate.

"Absolutely gorgeous."

The little girl hugged the head tightly, looked up at Chen Yao, and said, "I knew you'd like it. Since you like it, then stay and be my golden ball too!"

Her figure suddenly disappeared, and the entire forest swelled with a sense of calm despite the absence of wind.

The humus on the ground billowed up, and the damp, rotten leaf dust obscured Chen Yao and Ling Ning's eyes and choked them.

Ling Ning released a spiritual energy shield, swatting away the countless tiny fly-like fragments.

"Now you've stirred up a hornet's nest."

She turned to look at the toad-faced man who had been rescued by Chen Yao, who had already choked to death there.

"At worst, we can kill that little girl. She's probably the one controlling this forest." Chen Yao said, releasing his divine sense to cover the entire chilling forest.

"Did you find it?"

Chen Yao nodded, unconsciously took Ling Ning's hand, and soared into the sky.

Ling Ning stared in astonishment as she looked at her delicate little hand that had fallen into Chen Yao's palm.

"Over there."

Chen Yao's voice beside her brought her back to reality. Ling Ning quickly pulled her hand away from his palm and used her sword finger to slash away a sword aura.

As the sword energy passed, a large area of ​​ancient trees in the forest was cleaved and sent flying, revealing bare ground.

In the very center of the ground, a little girl holding a severed head wailed in anguish.

This gives the impression that Chen Yao and Ling Ning are beating up a kid.

Ling Ning remained expressionless and continued to strike with her finger.

Without hesitation, Chen Yao used the "Boundless Realm of Heaven and Earth" technique he had learned in the illusion to forcefully control the little girl.

The little girl's screams turned into piercing cries, and as the sword energy passed, her flesh and blood shattered.

Its skeleton and body began to swell, transforming into a semi-transparent, ghost-like monster.

She pressed the head in her hand onto her shoulder, and thus she had two heads.

"I have never seen such blasphemous people as you! You shall be punished by God!"

Although it was trapped in place by Qiankun Wudiban, it was still very arrogant.

Ling Ning pointed, and sword energy rained down, thinning its newly expanded body.

Its shattered body dispersed like smoke.

It permeated the entire ancient forest and the sky above it.

Ling Ning and Chen Yao were also enveloped in the mist, but Chen Yao was certain that it was still under control.

"I think Master should just ask it a question. There's no need to waste sword energy; this thing doesn't seem to feel pain."

Chen Yao reminded Ling Ning.

Ling Ning pursed her lips, only then realizing that her behavior just now had been a bit too extreme. She rubbed the hand that Chen Yao had held, released a burst of sword energy to vent her embarrassment, and then followed the path cut by the sword energy to the semi-transparent monster.

"You have something I want, just say it."

Ling Ning focused her sword energy and pressed it against the monster's dantian.

The monster chuckled, "I've already given it to you. Didn't you realize it? I've given you a priceless treasure."

"What?" Ling Ning frowned, starting to get impatient.

She has never been a patient person.

The monster twisted its body and suddenly struggled forward, crashing into the sword energy at Ling Ning's fingertips.

With a burst of sword energy, its figure vanished.

Before Ling Ning could understand what was happening, she was met with a counterattack from the earth and trees.

She raised her hand to cast a spell, but found that she couldn't move it no matter what she did.

Chen Yao saw the problem, so he summoned the small silver pot and brought out several immortal swords at once, quickly slicing through the branches that were swarming like bees and locusts.

Tree branches and wood chips fell like rain.

It quickly covered the ground.

The counterattack finally subsided.

Chen Yao turned around and noticed that Ling Ning's lips were blue.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Ling Ning stared fixedly ahead: "I...I think I've been poisoned..."

"Poisoned?"

Chen Yao examined her body and found no wounds; everything was fine.

"How could someone be poisoned when they were perfectly healthy?"

Ling Ning's breathing gradually quickened, her chest heaving and trembling: "Yes, it was the smoke from earlier."

"I inhaled it too! How come I'm fine?"

Chen Yao found several bottles of top-grade pills and fed them to Ling Ning.

Deep in the forest, a monster's ethereal voice echoed: "This is a touchstone for a priceless treasure, passed down only to daughters, not sons. If you wish to save her, you must tear out your own heart."

The top-grade pills had no effect on Ling Ning; her breathing became increasingly rapid, and she couldn't even speak.

Chen Yao was considering whether or not to actually do as the monster said, and then held his sword across his chest.

Ling Ning's pupils dilated, clearly wanting to speak up to stop her, but she was already unable to speak.

The one who tied the knot must untie it.

Jiu Luo's clear voice came from the gourd, reminding Chen Yao.

Chen Yao casually pointed, and the immortal sword across his chest pierced into the deep forest at lightning speed.

After the monster let out a mournful scream, it fell silent.

Chen Yao carried Ling Ning horizontally and flew into the heart of the forest where the immortal sword had pierced.

The immortal sword disappeared into an ancient tree with a girth of 100 spans.

Beneath the ancient tree, a sweet, pungent sap flowed like blood gushing from a wound, forming a small lake.

Jiu Luo said, "Feeding her tree sap can nourish yin and detoxify."

Chen Yao hesitated for a moment, but had no other choice, so he did as instructed.

After Ling Ning drank the tree sap, her lips quickly regained their luster, and her eyes became lively again.

She breathed a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect this demonic smoke to be so domineering. Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Jiu Luo smiled and remained silent.

"Master, are you sure you're alright?"

Chen Yao took her hand and channeled his spiritual energy to probe her.

Ling Ning trembled slightly, but still didn't pull her hand away. The sensation of Chen Yao's touch tickled her heart.

"Can you still sense what you're looking for?" Chen Yao asked earnestly.

Ling Ning looked into Chen Yao's eyes: "Yes."

"Then let's go look for it!"

Ling Ning shook her head: "No need."

Chen Yao was puzzled: "Why? Weren't you making a bet? What will happen if you lose?"

Ling Ning, who had placed her hand in Chen Yao's palm, suddenly grabbed his hand and flew out of the forest with him.

"I won."

What priceless treasure in this world could compare to a disciple who, in a critical moment, would unhesitatingly cut off his own flesh for his master?

Perhaps, this is what the Lake Dragon True Lord meant!

People say that if you fight against the Lake Dragon True Lord, you will always gain something, regardless of whether you win or lose.

As expected, what was said was true.

Ling Ning, still confused, flew straight towards Grasshopper Lake with Chen Yao.

But halfway through the flight, she felt increasingly uneasy.

It wasn't that she was physically unwell, but rather that as she held Chen Yao's hand, her sense of touch became increasingly sensitive, and she became more and more reluctant to let go.

Consequently, the desire that had subsided after reading it once also rose up like a raging fire.

Without substantial comfort, she might be reduced to an empty shell.

Chapter 282 Traitorous Disciple – Betraying Master and Ancestor

"Master...why is your face getting redder and redder?"

Based on Chen Yao's experience, Ling Ning's face rarely turns red.

Of course, it could also be because he didn't spend much time with her.

But Ling Ning in front of me now has a strange blush on her face. Not only is her face red, but she is also radiating heat.

The steam smells wonderful.

After being led away from the ancient forest and the town by Ling Ning's hand, Chen Yao was pulled by Ling Ning to a clear pool of water.

Ling Ning's trembling steps faltered, and she fell backward into Chen Yao's arms.

Chen Yao could feel her soft, trembling flesh, and follow the snow-white neck exposed by her backward tilt of her head, down to the deep cleavage between the large triangular expanse of her breasts.

"Master, how are you?"

Ling Ning bit her pink lips, almost letting out a soft moan: "Let me have no place in the world... your teacher... your teacher needs to take a bath..."

Chen Yao summoned the Qiankun Wudiban (a magical artifact), and Ling Ning leaped inside.