Chapter 464 – My Master Is Not Human – Who Am I? Where Am I? (11)
The squirrel was furious, and the consequences would be severe. Just because he was a supporting male character didn’t mean he had to be cannon fodder. TangTang had someone backing him up.
Although the Da Ji Secret Realm had suppressed Bai Tang’s cultivation to the early Golden Core stage, it was still more than enough to deal with a piece of trash like this.
However, Bai Tang had forgotten that his strength was steadily draining away.
Supporting himself, he forced himself to stand. Across from him, Fan Le stared at him with an expression that looked half-smile, half-cry. That greedy, fearful, yet excited gaze made Bai Tang feel utterly disgusted. The ground was covered with plants newly grown from the Giant Mu Snake’s remains. As long as there were plants, it was enough. Even without cultivation, he still had his abilities.
When Bai Tang staggered, Fan Le’s lips stretched into a lewd grin. In the end, the victor was still him. He would definitely make the other party cry himself to death.
Suddenly, the green plants beneath his feet erupted. Wrist-thick vines shot out with lightning speed, binding Fan Le before he could continue indulging in his filthy fantasies.
Seeing Fan Le sprawled on the ground face-first like a dog eating dirt, Bai Tang was so disgusted that he vomited on the spot. But when he straightened up again, waves of dizziness crashed into his head. The scene before his eyes began to twist and blur. He hurriedly tried to activate the healing ability inside his body, but the explosive burst just now had already exhausted all his strength. The moment he used his ability, a throbbing pain spread from his dantian.
With great difficulty, he dragged himself toward the cave entrance. Even if he died, he would never let that scumbag get his way.
The young man released his grip, and his body rolled down the passageway with a series of tumbles. The vines could sense their master’s emotions. After Bai Tang left, the mutated vines that had absorbed the Giant Mu Snake’s blood no longer suppressed their bloodthirsty nature. Their roots and branches became as sharp as blades, slicing strips of flesh from Fan Le’s body one piece at a time, carrying out a slow execution by dismemberment.
There was more than one passage inside the cave dwelling. Unconscious, Bai Tang fell into a tunnel that led in the exact opposite direction from Pei Boyi. Any cultivator fortunate enough to enter this place would avoid this path, because the tunnel was a bottomless abyss with no one knowing where it led.
When the distance between Bai Tang and Pei Boyi grew too great, Pei Boyi, who was in the middle of receiving the inheritance, could no longer sense Bai Tang’s location. Anxiety surged in his heart, his blood and qi churned violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wild winds swept up the sand. Just as Fan Le was suffering a fate worse than death and had finally resolved to bite off his tongue to commit suicide, a cold and stern man appeared before him. The daoist robes symbolizing a righteous sect reignited his hope of survival.
Sure enough, the heavens had not treated him poorly. His life was not meant to end here. As long as he pushed all the blame onto that young man, he would be the innocent one.
However, the moment he clearly saw the newcomer’s face, all the smugness on Fan Le’s face vanished instantly.
How could it be him?
The man before him was none other than the one who had been traveling with the young man. At this moment, Pei Boyi looked nothing like the gentle person he had been at the Le’an Immortal Sect. His eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was so dark it seemed water could drip from it.
“Where did you take my TangTang?” the man asked. His voice was pleasant to hear, but to Fan Le, it sounded no different from a demon’s summons.
“I-I don’t know. P-please save me. He was taken away…”
Even though he had been the one who attacked first, the other party had not witnessed it personally. He could still trick him into saving him.
Pei Boyi clearly did not believe his words. The little squirrel’s scent still lingered in the air, mixed with an unpleasant odor. Unable to locate TangTang, he was already on the verge of losing control.
Of all people, Fan Le just had to set his sights on Bai Tang—and unfortunately for him, he was caught red-handed by the man’s husband.
Pei Boyi did not waste words with him. He directly used the spacetime rewind technique he had just learned, replaying everything that had happened after Fan Le appeared with complete clarity.
It was over. He was truly finished.
Fan Le watched as the violent and terrifying Pei Boyi walked toward him. His neck was seized in a crushing grip, his face turning the color of pig liver. In less than two breaths, the life left his body.
It was this scumbag who had caused his TangTang to disappear without a trace. Unforgivable.
Pei Boyi ripped out his soul and threw it into the Inferno Bottle he had obtained within the cave dwelling. As its name implied, once a person’s soul entered it, they would endlessly reincarnate through the suffering of the eighteen levels of hell.
Yet even so, his TangTang was still nowhere to be found.
He had lost TangTang.
Black qi overflowed from Pei Boyi’s body. The devastating power contained within it was enough to make even the Heavenly Dao tremble.
He expanded the range of his divine sense, searching for Bai Tang’s whereabouts. Not in the east. Not in the west either. Where was he? Where…
Overwhelmed by this domineering and terrifying force, even the Heavenly Dao trembled in fear and voluntarily helped Pei Boyi search for Bai Tang. Fortunately, Bai Tang had not yet left the secret realm, so the search area was not too vast. Very quickly, it found Bai Tang endlessly falling downward, his eyes tightly shut, his pale and bloodless face pitiful and heart-wrenching to behold.
The Heavenly Dao struck down a bolt of lightning, pointing out the direction for Pei Boyi—
The person you’re looking for is down that path. Hurry and go already. Stop trying to destroy the world. I’m still young, I’m still just a child. Please have mercy on me and act like a decent person.
The weak, pitiful, and helpless Heavenly Dao covered its face and sobbed silently. It had not been easy cultivating all the way to becoming the Heavenly Dao. Did anyone know how hard that was?
For cultivators, the ultimate goal was the Dao itself, so Pei Boyi had no doubt about the Heavenly Dao’s guidance. He immediately jumped into the cave dwelling and found the passageway marked by the lightning strike.
The first time he entered this area, he had come this way as well. After discovering it was a bottomless abyss, he had changed directions. He never expected TangTang to have fallen into it.
Without hesitation, Pei Boyi leapt downward with his sword in hand.
The abyss was pitch-black, with only the howling wind rushing past his ears. It took Pei Boyi a while to adapt before he could barely make out his surroundings. There were shattered rocks everywhere, and occasionally a few white bones would come hurtling toward him—remains of people who had fallen into the abyss who knew how many years ago. From this, it was clear that the bottomless pit had more than one entrance and exit.
During the endless descent, Pei Boyi sensed Bai Tang’s aura. He was passing through the places Bai Tang had passed through, and the emotions on the verge of driving him berserk gradually calmed.
There were other exits here. He had to focus and determine whether TangTang had been carried out through one of them…
Bai Tang opened his eyes to a clear blue sky without a single cloud in sight. The weather was bright and sunny.
He sat up, his head throbbing painfully. Where was this place? Why was he here? Who was he…?
Whenever he tried to think, the back of his head would ache terribly. After several attempts, Bai Tang gave up.
Nothing in this world is difficult as long as you’re willing to give up. Since remembering was painful, then he simply wouldn’t remember. He would just do whatever felt comfortable.
Sure enough, once Bai Tang stopped trying to recall his memories, his head felt much better.
After resting for a while, he observed his surroundings… though he could not make much sense of them. Still, he could tell that this forest was not dangerous. In fact, it even felt strangely familiar and comforting.
When Bai Tang was thirsty, he ate fruit. When he was hungry, he also ate fruit. Even without meat, he still spent three pleasant days there. The only bad thing was that, despite walking for three days straight, he still had not managed to leave the forest. It seemed this place was quite enormous.
Although being alone was a little lonely, Bai Tang had no desire to meet any companions. Being by himself was wonderfully free—if he wanted to sleep, he climbed a tree and slept; if he wanted to eat, he simply picked fruit. It was all very comfortable.
The Da Ji Secret Realm was enormous. The western region was a desert, while the northern region was a forest. In other words, when Bai Tang fell through the bottomless abyss, he had been transported to an entirely different area of the secret realm.
When Bai Tang woke up again, he was roused by the sounds of fighting and killing. The thick smell of blood rushed straight to his head, making him retch several times, though the noise of battle drowned it out.
He was currently sitting on a tree branch, observing the situation below through the leaves. The stronger side had three people, while the weaker side had only two. One of them was clutching his abdomen, bright red blood seeping through his fingers, and his pale face made it obvious that he was severely injured.
Originally, Bai Tang had no intention of meddling in other people’s business. He only hoped the people below would finish fighting quickly and leave. However, when the weaker pair turned to flee, Bai Tang suddenly realized that their clothing was identical to his own. In other words, they were very likely from the same sect as him. Since those three were already attacking the injured pair, if they discovered him, they might attack him too.
Teammates wearing the same uniform must be saved.
The moment that thought surfaced, Bai Tang seized the opportunity while the three men relaxed their guard, convinced the other two could not escape. He suddenly jumped down from the tree, rapidly circled around them several times, then sprinted toward a nearby tree and used its momentum to pull upward, hoisting the three men into the air before they could even react, binding them up like rice dumplings.
What tied them up was not ordinary rope, but vines summoned by Bai Tang himself. He could not explain how it happened. When he wanted to save people, several vines had suddenly crawled over to his side, poked him, pointed toward the three men below, and finally formed themselves into a circle.
Could vines become sentient these days? They had thoughts, awareness, and even understood strategy?!
Amazing. Truly amazing vines.
Not everyone was as heaven-defying as Pei Boyi, who had reached the Golden Core stage after only a few years of cultivation. The three people who had been tied up were merely at the Fusion stage, while the two who had been cornered were at the Enlightenment stage, exactly one level lower. That was why they had been unable to win.
The two injured cultivators supported each other as they stepped forward, wanting to thank Bai Tang. However, the moment they saw his face, they were so shocked they could not speak.
“M-Master…”
The two youths suddenly dropped to their knees and hugged Bai Tang’s legs as they cried bitterly.
“It’s Master! Master! How could we possibly deserve for you to separate your primordial spirit and enter the secret realm just to save us…”
Bai Tang was completely dumbfounded. What exactly were these two talking about?
Daoist Heyi was already a cultivator at the Soul Separation stage. Cultivators at that level could separate their primordial spirit and divide their divine sense for multiple uses—common knowledge throughout the cultivation world. The two disciples from Medicine Peak had already come up with an explanation the moment they saw Bai Tang, so Bai Tang did not even need to explain himself. The awkward situation he feared, where he would not know how to speak with his fellow sect members, never even had the chance to happen.
“Alright, alright, get up quickly.” Bai Tang awkwardly pulled his legs free, finally managing to create some distance between himself and the two clingy disciples.
Looking at the two of them crying like children, Bai Tang did not feel annoyed at all. Instead, he felt a little sorry for them. Those three men must have frightened these two badly—they were crying from fear. Truly hateful people.
(In reality, they were crying from excitement after seeing Bai Tang. Even when they had faced death earlier, they had not cried.)
Out of habit, Bai Tang took out some medicinal pills from a small pouch-like storage space and fed them to the two disciples. When he saw their complexions quickly return to normal, he happily withdrew his hand—then froze.
Where had he just taken those things from?
And why was he able to produce such miraculous medicine?
The young man fell silent, lost in thought. In the eyes of the two disciples, however, it simply looked like their master was contemplating an important matter. They immediately swallowed back the words at the tips of their tongues, not daring to disturb him.