Chapter 738 “Forgive Me, Okay? (2)”

She did not give Bai Xiachen a chance to speak or explain. Tapping her feet as light as a feather, she dashes toward the nearest pile of risen earth in the distance….

Qiong Mountain.

Standing as the highest alp within the borders of the Misty Fairy House, it’s said that there once lived a divine entity at the highest peak. As a result, the area has become famous among its locals and would attract a good number of adventurous youngsters to trek its rigorous terrains in hopes of meeting that supposed divine being.

But in reality? None has truly ever reached the highest point, not even once….

There are simply too many demonic beasts lurking in its environment. Unless one had the strength of a Monarch Rank, they could forget about even making an attempt, let alone climbing its dangerous cliffs and rocky paths.

However, nothing lasts forever. At this moment atop of the Qiong Mountain where fluffy white clouds shrouded its view, there stood a quaint looking cabin that’s currently being occupied by an almost fairy like man. Silvery hair with a pristine white robe, there’s not a trace of blemish on that handsome face which oozed a sense of age and sadness.

Suddenly, the wind from behind began to blow, causing that hand holding the jade flute to react with a quiver. “Have you found the Blood Vine?”

Standing there against the open window was Bai Yan with her brow faintly arched at being recognized despite the man having his back faced against herself. “I’ve brought it, and I’ve come as you told me to after getting the plant. What method do you intend to use to heal my son?”

That day before she left with her son, Chu Yi God had told her what to do. First locate the Blood Vine or its seed, then come to the highest peak of the Qiong Mountain in order to seek him out.

“Hand the seed to me.” Finally coming around, the man remains indifferent in the eyes despite the shallow smile he made.

Slightly hesitant at first, Bai Yan hands the box over in the end. The poor woman doesn’t know why either but she believes this strange individual who shared a strong similarity to Chu Yi Feng would help herself despite all the mystery.

And sure enough, the man promptly drew a small knife from his waist. Flicking the blade against the tip of that stretched finger, blood quickly trickled down that serene skin and dripped onto the seed.

“You…” Taken aback by the suddenness of the move, Bai Yan slightly trembled inside at the length this person would go.

She’s not exactly sure what’s happening but based on her speculation, that droplet of blood was a portion of his spiritual essence, meaning once used then it’s gone forever. That’s a big taboo for any cultivator because it’s a heavy blow to one’s strength and health.

Without fault or deviation, the seed gradually began to sprout into a tiny red sapling.

“Why are you doing this for me?” she felt all complicated inside.

That’s right, we’re not related or acquainted, why does he keep helping me?

In response to the question, Chu Yi God only showed a glimmer of imperceptible pain from within his eyes.

Why help you?

Because, I owe you….

“Maybe… it’s a fated coincidence.” Smiling in his face, the man deliberately makes an excuse, “When I first laid eyes upon you, I’ve felt very close and just had the urge to help.”

Time continues to flow under this quiet awkwardness, and through the nourishment of the fairy like man’s effort – mostly blood – the sapling has now grown big enough to begin flowering.

It’s a radiant plant, giving off a heart-stopping light from its existence. Shockingly enough, Bai Yan didn’t feel comfortable gazing at the thing. Her instincts told her if she did so, the plant would suck her soul out and into that thing….

“The Blood Vine has been forcibly flowered by me. Now the boy only needs to consume it in order to restore his human form.” Flicking his finger for the second time, the flower instantly turns into a ball of reddish hue before shooting into the little fox’s mouth.

The process wasn’t without its hurdles though, curling into a ball, the poor kid made repeated moans and groans of someone in pain. Those eyes were covered in tears as he looked up helplessly at Bai Yan for help.

“Son?” Aghast in her face, the anxious mother hurries to ask: “How long will the pain continue?”

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