In the next moment, Jiang Yubai felt the churning blood in his body could no longer be suppressed. A mouthful of blood burst out, splattering onto the ground.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and forced a smile—he still wasn’t strong enough…
But, there was still a long road ahead.
With that thought, Jiang Yubai swiftly retrieved the precious inner core of the dark flood dragon from his robe. Then he sat down cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to begin cultivating.
Meanwhile, Mu Ruohan was hurrying to the edge of the pool. When she arrived, the area was a complete mess, clearly the aftermath of an intense battle.
Her gaze swept around and soon landed on a white-robed man meditating in the distance. Curiously, she walked closer, carefully studying the unfamiliar cultivator.
To her surprise—it was the same man she had encountered earlier at the entrance of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Forest!
She couldn’t help but sigh at how small the world was, how strange fate could be.
No one knew how much time passed before Jiang Yubai slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm as still water. He immediately noticed a beautiful, elegant woman standing before him, staring directly at him.
He remained composed, showing no sign of emotion.
After a moment of silence, Mu Ruohan softly asked, “Are you… alright?”
Jiang Yubai’s eyes flickered slightly as he replied in a low voice, “As you can see.”
His curt answer caught Mu Ruohan off guard. She couldn’t help but grumble inwardly—why was this man so irritating to talk to?
Since that was the case, she… wait!
“You’re Jiang Yubai?!”
She exclaimed in shock, eyes wide with disbelief.
“Something like that,” Jiang Yubai said without denying it.
Mu Ruohan, speechless—this man’s way of speaking… was infuriating!
However, she suddenly remembered something, took a deep breath, and smiled faintly. Then she said softly, “Jiang Yubai, would you be interested in joining our sect?”
Perhaps it was because he had just slain a dark flood dragon, but Jiang Yubai was in quite a good mood. He raised an eyebrow with a hint of amusement and replied, “Oh?”
Mu Ruohan stared at his firm yet graceful face and couldn’t stop her cheeks from reddening slightly.
She had to admit—even in a world filled with cultivators, handsome men, and beautiful women, Jiang Yubai’s appearance was particularly striking. His features were sharp like a painting, and his eyes seemed to contain the stars. Yet at the same time, he exuded heroic spirit. The subtle smirk on his lips complemented his spotless white robe, making him appear otherworldly. His proud aura and unmatched strength made it impossible for anyone to remain composed in his presence. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
It was said that back then, even his Junior Sisters were deeply enamored with him, wishing to remain by his side at all times.
As the Senior Sister of Peerless Immortal Palace, Mu Ruohan had once seen Jiang Yubai from a distance due to sect matters.
The senior disciple of the Longevity Sect.
Even back then, just catching a glimpse of his side profile had left a deep impression on her—something she remembered vividly even now.
At that time, she thought his side profile seemed familiar… but could never recall why.
Now, five years had passed since then. Not too long, not too short.
The man before her hadn’t changed much—if anything, recent events had added even more unshakable pride to his presence.
After her invitation, Jiang Yubai didn’t hear a response and instinctively turned his head to glance at her.
He saw a stunningly beautiful female cultivator, delicate features like a painting. Her skin was as fair as snow, tinged with a faint blush, as radiant and lovely as peach blossoms in spring. At that moment, she was staring at him without blinking, eyes shimmering with light—like she had found some priceless treasure, full of wonder and joy.
Jiang Yubai raised his eyelids slightly and asked calmly, “Which sect are you from?”
Mu Ruohan finally came back to her senses and answered softly, “…Peerless Immortal Palace.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yubai frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, “Since when does Peerless Immortal Palace recruit male disciples?”
Mu Ruohan hesitated, bit her lip, then answered firmly, “…We can make an exception for you.”
That statement made Jiang Yubai laugh as if recalling something amusing. He chuckled, the sound laced with irony. “An exception for me?”
Mu Ruohan blushed deeply like a ripe apple and murmured, “…Yes.”
Jiang Yubai slowly stood up, his gaze turning cold as he looked at her. “If I weren’t Jiang Yubai, if I didn’t possess a natural Dao bone and sword heart, would you still say that?”
Mu Ruohan froze, then slowly shook her head. “…But you are.”
Jiang Yubai’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. “Exactly. That’s all you people care about, isn’t it?”
Hah… wasn’t the Longevity Sect the same back then?
His gaze shifted toward Mu Ruohan, and she froze. She had thought he would agree…
But he…
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How could that be?
Mu Ruohan couldn’t believe it. Her heart felt as though it had been soaked in lemon juice—sour and bitter.
Yet she still forced a smile.
The next second, she quickly added, “It’s fine if you decline now. Peerless Immortal Palace’s gates will always be open for you—we welcome you anytime—”
Her voice was gentle and resolute, but before she could finish, Jiang Yubai interrupted her.
“No need, Mu Ruohan.”
His tone was flat.
The first half of his words broke her heart, but the second half made her light up like spring after winter. Her eyes sparkled with surprise as she quickly asked, “You know me?”
Jiang Yubai looked at her strangely. “I don’t just know you—I know every titled figure in East Continent. You, as Peerless Immortal Palace’s Senior Sister, what’s strange about me knowing you?”
Upon hearing that, Mu Ruohan’s heart went cold. Her smile froze.
So, he only knew her identity. He didn’t actually know her.
Jiang Yubai continued, “Alright. If there’s nothing else, let’s part ways here.”
With that, he turned to leave.
Mu Ruohan panicked and quickly called out, “Jiang Yubai, where are you going?”
Jiang Yubai chuckled lightly without answering.
In the next moment, he disappeared on the spot, leaving Mu Ruohan standing there, feeling completely hollow.
…
By now, Jiang Yubai had already arrived at the bottom of the pool.
Just moments ago, a thought had flashed through his mind—
Under normal circumstances, the probability of a dark flood dragon transforming into a true dragon was extremely low—only one in ten thousand.
When he last saw it, there had been no signs of transformation at all.
And now, not only had it gained the ability to break into the Spirit Transformation Realm, but its horns had nearly pierced through its skull!
Careful consideration made one thing clear—there must be an unknown secret hidden at the bottom of the pool.