Chapter 28: The Terrifying Skip!

  The new moon is high in the sky, the flower shadows are sparse and delicate, the light silk is floating, and the lamp shadows are flickering.

  "What is this thing?" Ling Wusuo returned to the room, flipped onto the bed, sat cross-legged, pinched the small black stone in his hand, and repeatedly examined it, but couldn't figure out what it was.

  "I remember, it seemed to have grown tiny antennae, just like the veins of a plant" Ling Wu's fingers tapped lightly on the bed, placing small stones on either side, looking around and muttering to herself: "Although they were as thin as a hair, I'm sure I saw them, absolutely not an illusion, why can't I see them now?"

  The small black stone, under the bright light of the lamp, shone brightly and smoothly like a black gemstone, and not a single crack could be found.

  "Chirp" Little Jiuyi's fiery red fur was like exquisite satin. The little thing hugged a bottle of dan medicine, its chubby body rolling around on the bed, clinking and eating it all up. After finishing, it tossed the small porcelain bottle aside and ran to Ling Wusuo's side with a flick of its tail. It poked its head over, pawed at something, and its shiny black eyes darted back and forth. In the blink of an eye, it swallowed a small stone whole!

  "Xiao Jiu! This thing can't be eaten!" Ling Wu Shuang shouted urgently, but still couldn't stop it in time.

  "Bang——"

  With a crisp sound, Xiaojiao's eyes welled up with tears as she spat out the small black stone, crying out in pain.

  "This little foodie" Ling Wu's face turned slightly dark, and with a somewhat amusing expression, he picked up the small stone, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Xiao Jiu's teeth could gnaw through even the hardest wood, yet they couldn't do anything to this tiny pebble!

  "Chirp, chirp——" Xiao Jiu jumped onto Ling Wu's hand, its fluffy, fiery red tail bigger than its body, swishing back and forth in the air. It raised its small paw, sharp silver-white claws extending from its pink palm, flashing silver as it scratched Ling Wu's hand, leaving a red mark, fresh blood seeping out.

  "Whoosh" Ling Wu Xiang took a deep breath, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, but suddenly understood the intention of the small thing, his eyes shining with a faint light, like a clear wave rippling, he stared intently at the emerging blood, slowly gathering towards his palm.

  "Boom——"

  Deep red blood approached the black stone, and the shiny surface of the black stone suddenly cracked like a spider web. A bundle of milky white light beams twinkled, shining like moonlight, soft, pale, and not dazzling. Upon closer inspection, it was actually a cluster of small milky white spiritual lights enveloping a small tender bud-like object.

  "This..." Ling Wu's clear eyes slightly opened.

  A mighty and majestic breath of life, like the rolling waves, clouds gathering and dispersing, covering the entire sky, is not the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, nor is it a shallow and mysterious energy, but the most primitive, the purest, the most fundamental, the breath of life that comes from the origin of heaven and earth!

  Ling Wushuang furrowed his brow, feeling that the opportunity was not to be missed. He immediately sat down cross-legged, with his left hand embracing yin and his right hand embracing yang. His palms supported the sparkling starlight at the tips of his fingers, and his eyes lightly closed as he began to circulate his xuanli (mysterious energy).

  The bright light gradually faded, and the small stone grains in the palm of his hand were like twinkling stars that dissipated. Suddenly, Ling Wu Shuang let out a soft hum, and in his mind, he seemed to see strands of emerald green vines as thin as spider silk invading the eight extraordinary meridians, numerous as cow hair, gathering along the blood vessels, entering every pore!

  Ling Wushuang felt his heart tighten suddenly, as if he was wrapped tightly in a giant spider web.

  "Boom——"

  The brain was buzzing with explosions, shrouded in a thick fog, and everything around was a vast expanse of white.

  Ling Wusuo's eyelashes fluttered lightly, casting a shallow shadow on her eyelids, as if she were in a world shrouded in mist and cloud. A giant tree towered above, emitting an air of mystery and antiquity, its branches reaching for the sky, its leaves brushing against the clouds, its roots sinking into the underworld, entwined by ancient vines like a coiled dragon, its tendrils hanging down like pillars from heaven. Ling Wusuo raised her head to gaze at it, as if she were but a grain of dust compared to this colossal giant.

  "Immortal yin and yang crown, heaven and earth creation overturned, gods punished and fallen into the yellow spring, sun and moon share one sky, eternal life, sighs of what's left behind, a thousand miles of vines..."

  Mysterious words, forming a series of talismans, as if ancient sighs, like from the distant sky, supreme kung fu, wrapped around the giant tree, shaking out golden talismans, echoing in Ling Wu's mind!

  "Chirp, chirp——" Xiao Jiu was beside Ling Wu Shuang, excitedly jumping up and down.

  Mysterious golden runes enveloped the petite, sky-blue body, swirling and twirling, as a flash of white fur appeared, and a burst of white mystical energy surged forth.

  "The aura of a Xuan Shi fluctuates" was what Ling Moqiu saw the moment he stepped into the room, and he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

  Musou isn't a useless body, is it? When can I condense the mystic energy? Although it's the most basic mystic, for a useless body like mine, it's heaven and earth apart!

  "It's great, Ling Wu can gather Xuanli" Surprised, although he didn't know the reason, but in his heart, Ling Moqiu was happy, quietly standing aside, preparing to protect Ling Wudao, without making a sound to disturb.

  But what happened next left him utterly speechless.

  Only to see, Ling Wu Shuang's whole body was filled with white energy, which gradually condensed and actually revealed a hint of red color. The red mysterious power overflowed like mercury pouring out, continuously spreading out, quickly replacing the white mysterious energy. Primary Mystic, Intermediate Mystic, Advanced Mystic... As the red color deepened, Ling Moqiu's mouth also opened wider and wider.

  "Am I seeing things?" Ling Moqiu's eyes suddenly widened, what did he see? In a split second, with a whoosh, he actually jumped from the Mystic Scholar to the Mystic Master!

  However, it seems that the fluctuations of the mysterious power on Ling Wu's body are testing Ling Moqiu's heart endurance, and there is no sign of stopping. Instead, they are getting deeper and deeper. A deep red aura fills the air, and a thread of orange rises, accompanied by a faint crackling sound, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. The unstoppable force sweeps out in an instant, overwhelming the red color!

  Lin Moqiu was as still as a wooden chicken, his mouth open wide enough to stuff an egg into, and now he couldn't utter a word.

  From gathering mysterious power, he jumped to high-ranking mystic... He barely... could accept it, from high-ranking mystic, he jumped to mystic master. He gritted his teeth and also believed it, now he actually jumped from mystic master to earth mystic!

  This is not amazing, it's terrifying!

  Ling Wusuo's mysterious power was jumping up and down, Ling Moqiu was so scared that his heart was also jumping along with it. Until Ling Moqiu felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat, the orange mysterious power waves on Ling Wusuo's body gradually stabilized.

  Deep orange power, seventh rank of the Earthly Mystic!

  It's not that Ling Moqiu can't handle it, but the scene in front of him has completely overturned his understanding. In one night, no, between breaths, from nothing to something, from a mystic to beyond a mystic, and then suddenly reaching the earthly mystic realm. This kind of cultivation speed makes those who have been cultivating for their entire lives and still can't break through the earthly mystic realm feel what?

  It's worth noting that Dong Lin is known as a genius and the seventh son of the emperor. He started cultivating his Xuan Qi at the age of five, but after more than ten years have passed, he has only reached the ninth rank of Xuan Qi!

  Ling Wushuang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she entered a state of meditation in a very mysterious realm, but she didn't know that someone beside her was scared stiff like a wooden stake.