The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (27)
Bai Weiwei was also nervous, afraid that he would stab this old witch nibbling on tender grass.
Fortunately, Ning Yishu probably had a shadow in his heart after killing a person; he even spared her dog life.
Because the internal energy she had absorbed was unaffected by the hidden realm, she could just barely manage to sit up.
But Ning Yishu silently crouched down.
“Shifu, I’ll carry you.” His voice was slightly hoarse.
Bai Weiwei was silent for a moment. This young man couldn’t have been abused by her into a huge do-M, right?
Or it could be a trap.
It couldn’t be that she would get on his back, and with a flip of the wrist she’d be stabbed?
If she hesitated any further, she would likely end up OOCing.
Forced to sink the boat and smash the pot1, she lay on his back.
Ning Yishu immediately picked her up. He had been too nervous earlier and hadn’t noticed that she was unexpectedly very light.
Too light to have much meat, almost as light as a feather.
When they passed by Qiu Bai’s body.
Bai Weiwei suddenly said in a cold voice: “Approach.”
Ning Yishu didn’t hesitate to walk over.
“Give him a few kicks for me. That’s right, step on his face while you’re at it.”
Bai Weiwei didn’t look at the corpse, afraid she would have nightmares.
But revenge must be served.
Ning Yishu: “…”
Whatever thought came to mind made Ning Yishu’s expression turn sullen.
Then he kicked Qiu Bai’s corpse several more times and stomped on his face, making sure to make his remains even uglier.
Bai Weiwei: “Will I have such a miserable death in the future?”
System: “No… even more miserable than this. I have a picture of the original owner’s miserable death, you want to see?”
Bai Weiwei: “Was the death hideous?”
System: “Pretty hideous.”
Bai Weiwei was resolute. “Ugly, rejected.”
Ning Yishu finished stepping on Qiu Bai and was just about to leave
Bai Weiwei then said: “His magic weapons and brocade purse, take them all.”
Ning Yishu: Ruthless, vicious, and greedy.
Did his master have any merit?
Resigning himself to his destiny, Ning Yishu looted Qiu Bai’s things, then placed them in his bag.
The trip to the hidden realm ended up with her asking the male lead to search through the belongings of the countless dead.
Whenever Bai Weiwei spotted a dead person along the road, she had him take their brocade purse.
Ning Yishu’s face was expressionless: So crazy about money, not even letting off the dead.
The collection of property was about the same. Bai Weiwei had the system draw up a map of the hidden realm, intending to rely on the male lead’s halo not being affected by the hidden realm, and walking out.
She asked without thinking, “Do you know how to get out of here?”
If he said he didn’t know, she could pretend that she did.
Ning Yishu answered respectfully, “I know, shifu, I’ve seen a map of the hidden realm.”
After that, he was suspiciously silent, before calmly saying, “This hidden realm is very strange. I will carry shifu out.”
What he said wasn’t nonsense.
With six gleaming eyeballs in the sky, anyone would perceive that something was strange.
Bai Weiwei nodded. “Then hurry up, I’m tired.”
Her wound was only temporarily sealed. Although she used a pain relief pill, the heavy fatigue didn’t go away.
Ning Yishu’s eyes lowered, his gloomy expression unchanged.
Then Bai Weiwei realized that Ning Yishu’s route wasn’t right.
She flipped through the map. The route they were taking led to the Labyrinth of Dreams2.
In the Labyrinth of Dreams, there was a beast that guarded the Blessed Flower.
The hidden realm was a trap, but the heaven-grade treasures inside were real.
Ning Yishu disregarded the strangeness of this hidden realm. He even intended to rely on his ability to be unaffected to pluck the Blessed Flower.
1: 沉舟破釜: cut off all means of retreat.↩
2: 幻境迷宫: 幻境 translates into fairyland, land of fantasy, dreamland.↩