Chapter 1482 - 432: Yaoyao Is About to Be Born (6k, Happy National Day!)

Bai Fengyin glanced indifferently at the small wound on his palm and sneered contemptuously.

Such a minor scar, even if it were a severed limb, as long as the Primordial Spirit remains intact, is only a matter of time before the body is restored.

With a thought, he casually circulated his Spiritual Power to heal the wound, but his expression suddenly changed slightly.

The tiny wound did not heal; instead, more blood seeped out.

Bai Fengyin frowned, and his Spiritual Power surged again to stop the bleeding, but it was all in vain.

"What’s going on?" A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes as he snatched the rusty Broken Sword from Zhou Qing’s hand, scrutinizing it, then sternly questioned, "Is the sword poisoned?"

Zhou Qing slowly shook his head, "It’s not poison."

The corner of his mouth lifted in a meaningful arc, "It’s a curse. With your cultivation, you should be able to discern whether there’s any poison on it."

Bai Fengyin’s face was as dark as water, his fingertips brushing the sword’s body, yet he sensed no trace of poison.

He immediately looked internally, probing repeatedly, but still found nothing unusual.

However, the blood at the wound on his palm continued to seep, unstoppable.

In the next moment, Bai Fengyin grasped Zhou Qing’s throat abruptly, lifting him entirely off the ground, he said coldly, "The method to lift the curse, speak!"

Zhou Qing’s face reddened from being strangled, yet he forced a grim smile, "Heh... Method to lift the curse? Dream on! This blood... will keep flowing... until it drains you... into a dry corpse..."

He panted with difficulty, madness flashing in his eyes, "Even if... you seize another’s body to be reborn... this curse will... follow you tirelessly..."

Bai Fengyin’s expression turned terrifyingly gloomy, suddenly noticing Zhou Qing’s waist was empty, his pupils contracted: "Where’s the Storage Bag?"

"Cough cough... Can’t find it, can you?" Zhou Qing smirked with blood-stained lips, "This is... the price of arrogance... it could have... been avoided..."

"Courting death!" Bai Fengyin’s five fingers tightened but seemed to think of something at the last moment and slowly loosened.

Enraged, Bai Fengyin laughed instead, "Very well, I shall see what mystery this curse holds."

With a cold laugh and greed in his voice, "Just as well, that Inscription-level Divine Technique... I’ll take that too."

Saying this, he formed a sword with his fingers, gathering a ghostly light at the tip: "Once I Soul Search, everything of yours... will belong to me."

Then, he suddenly pointed at Zhou Qing’s forehead: "Soul Search!"

"Ah!" Zhou Qing’s whole body shuddered violently, feeling a cold, piercing Divine Sense invading his Sea of Consciousness, like thousands of steel needles stirring inside his brain.

Blood instantly seeped from his seven orifices, his face contorted beyond recognition.

Bai Fengyin’s consciousness manifested in Zhou Qing’s Sea of Consciousness, revealing a vast Sea of Consciousness.

In the center of that sea, a Seven-Colored Primordial Spirit sat cross-legged, surrounded by mysterious Dao Patterns.

"An interesting Primordial Spirit..." Bai Fengyin sneered and stepped forward, but at the moment he stepped—

"Swish!"

A brilliant light suddenly flashed across the starry sky of the Sea of Consciousness, so swift that even a Supreme Divine Sense couldn’t react in time.

The sneer on Bai Fengyin’s lips had not yet faded before the invading Primordial Spirit was annihilated.

Outside, he grunted, staggering back several steps, a trace of blood seeping from his brow.

This Supreme Supreme wore a rare baffled expression: "Just now... was that..."

Zhou Qing, however, let out a hoarse laugh, "Want to search my soul? Call me dad first and see!"

"Sharp-tongued!" Bai Fengyin’s eyes flashed with cold light, and with a wave of his sleeve, Zhou Qing’s legs exploded into a mist of blood.

"Ugh..." Zhou Qing convulsed all over, blood seeping through his clenched teeth, but he refused to utter a cry of pain.

Bai Fengyin squinted his eyes, "I have to say, you’ve successfully piqued my curiosity."

Seven layers of Protective Divine Light shone around him, golden Dao Patterns emerged at his brow, and his Divine Sense once more probed in.

Yet the moment he entered the Sea of Consciousness—

Darkness.

Without warning, his Divine Sense was annihilated once more.

"Pfft!" Bai Fengyin’s body spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression finally changing: "What exactly is hidden in your Sea of Consciousness?!"

Zhou Qing grinned, "Didn’t I tell you? Your dad!"

On the verge of fury, Bai Fengyin was about to sever Zhou Qing’s arms again when he suddenly froze—

From the place where the legs should have been crippled, solemn Brahma sound resonated.

The shattered bones gleamed with golden Buddha Light, and the ruptured blood vessels and tendons interwove like golden threads, visibly regenerating at a speed.

"’Demon-Suppressing Golden Bone’?" Bai Fengyin’s pupils shrank, then he sneered, "You’ve actually cultivated Jiyuan Temple’s ultimate skill? It’s said that only Ku Di and Ku E have cultivated it since ancient times, isn’t it?"

He abruptly remembered something, surprise flashing in his eyes: "No, now there’s a Buddha Son Gui Cang who successfully cultivated it with Divinity Transformation Realm Cultivation..."

Zhou Qing clenched his teeth, cold sweat and blood continuously dripping from his chin, yet he remained silent.

"Interesting." Bai Fengyin suddenly laughed, gathering a ghostly blue Spiritual Light at his fingertip, "Let’s see which is faster—your recovery—"

A flicker of cruelty in his eyes, "Or my destruction!"

Before his words finished, the light exploded on Zhou Qing’s half-recovered leg bone.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking was clear as new golden bone shards crushed again.

But immediately, solemn Brahma sounds resonated again, golden light flowing, as flesh and bone began to resurrect anew.

Bai Fengyin squinted, as if he had found something amusing.

He leisurely waited, watching as Zhou Qing’s leg bones just formed—

"Boom!"

Another flash of light crushed the newborn bones to dust.

"Buzz—"

"Boom!"

"Buzz—"

...

After this repeated several times, Bai Fengyin’s eyes gleamed with a morbid excitement, while Zhou Qing trembled all over, yet never once pleaded for mercy.