Chapter 118: A Request for Help

Seeing the shifting expression on her face, Bai Shengyun guessed that she wanted to refuse. Before she could speak to reject him, Bai Shengyun said first, “If you don’t agree, I will exile you to the desolate secret realm of the Heavenly Fox clan, where you will be trapped in darkness and suffer unbearable pain. But if you help me retrieve the Snow Chant Sword, I will spare you.”

Xie Yingying had originally intended to refuse, but after hearing both the system and him mention the punishment, she felt helpless. “You really will let me go?”

“Truly.”

Though she heard Bai Shengyun’s words, she still didn’t fully trust him, fearing that he might suddenly change his mind and kill her, or abandon her in danger.

So she furrowed her brows slightly and said resolutely, “You must swear a blood oath to the Heavenly Dao and establish a soul pact with me, promising that once this is done, you will spare me and never abandon me in peril. Otherwise, I will not agree!”

Seeing the determination on Xie Yingying’s face, Bai Shengyun realized that today he had no choice but to swear a genuine blood oath for her to consent.

He raised his hand and used spiritual power to draw several talismans in the air, then sliced his palm with one hand.

Soon after his palm was cut, a string of blood droplets began to fall rapidly, but the talismans suddenly glowed, and the droplets rose gently, merging into the mysterious symbols.

Then, Bai Shengyun sent out a sliver of his soul, which reached out to Xie Yingying’s brow.

Xie Yingying felt nervous and somewhat at a loss when he approached, but soon her spiritual platform ached, as if something was detaching from her brow.

The two souls lightly touched before the talismans and quickly returned to their respective minds.

Xie Yingying sent out her divine awareness and saw a faintly glowing fragment of her soul within her spiritual platform.

“I, Bai Shengyun, swear a blood oath today, and establish a soul pact with Xie Yingying. If I abandon her in danger in the Immortal Peach Blossom Realm, or break my promise after success, may I perish and my soul be shattered!”

As he spoke, each word appeared in both their souls. The talismans seemed to respond, emitting a bright light before slowly rising, then were swept away by an unknown force, as if absorbed by it.

Bai Shengyun then stepped forward, and a mysterious force lifted their palms, gently pressing them together.

Thus, the blood oath and soul pact were sealed.

Only then did Xie Yingying finally feel assured.

Bai Shengyun straightened his collar and turned to leave.

Until nightfall, Xie Yingying still expected him to return and planned to leave, but upon rising, her entire body ached. In the end, she could only helplessly collapse back onto the bed.

Waiting, she slowly fell asleep.

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Under a sky full of frost and moonlight, the bright moon reflected in two teacups resting on a stone table. Beside them lay a yellowed but well-preserved torn page of the “Records of Myriad Realms.”

A pale jade hand, calloused from countless sword battles, lifted one teacup, causing the moon’s reflection within to ripple gently as the cup moved.

This person was none other than the vanished Bai Shengyun, who sipped the warm tea with a slight tilt of his head.

Bai Qirui also drank a cup of warm tea and sighed, “Not bad—a taste comparable to the Southern Big Red Robe.”

He then set down the cup, raising his gaze to Bai Shengyun across the table. Waving his Qingxin fan, he asked, “Why come to me so late? What’s the matter?”

Bai Shengyun calmly placed his cup down.

After a long moment, he spoke, “Third Brother.”

“Hm?” Bai Qirui raised an eyebrow.

“I have a request for you.” Bai Shengyun looked at him solemnly.

“Go ahead. We grew up together; there’s nothing we can’t speak about now.”

Bai Shengyun nodded gently, then pushed a paper with a formation diagram from his sleeve toward him.

Bai Qirui’s face darkened as he examined it.

After reading, he suddenly stared at Bai Shengyun, exclaiming, “What are you planning?!”

“I intend to enter the Immortal Peach Blossom Realm,” Bai Shengyun said firmly. “I must go.”

“Must go?! Don’t you know what that place is? You’ve lost your mind!” Bai Qirui was angrier than ever, poking the formation diagram on the table repeatedly as he scolded, “Not to mention how massive that formation is, it’s composed of countless formations. To break in is harder than ascending to heaven!”

Bai Shengyun pressed his lips together.

“Let alone whether you can find it, can you evade the poisonous mists? Can you dodge the myriad blades? Even a single strike from a fusion-level master cannot be blocked by tribulation-stage cultivators—do you think you can?”

“I know,” Bai Shengyun said clearly. “That’s why I want to ask for your help.”

“Hmph,” Bai Qirui turned his head away. “Even a formation master like Huo Tianqing can’t do it, so you asking me is useless!”

Bai Shengyun smiled faintly, a trace of amusement showing in his expression.

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“Third Brother, after I returned, I happened to see the books in your study. Your formation-breaking skills must far surpass those of Huo Tianqing.”

“You overestimate me,” Bai Qirui replied coldly.

Seeing Bai Qirui seemingly unwilling to help no matter what, Bai Shengyun remained calm, showing no sign of impatience.

The next morning, Bai Shengyun had already left.

The ancient Feng Mountain was once again draped with silks and brocades; the bright red silk seemed to wrap the verdant mountain like a ribbon. From afar, what had been a tranquil Feng Mountain now appeared more festive and lively.

Yet upon closer inspection, the faces of the organizers were still void of smiles, as if such joyous occasions had nothing to do with them.

Within Bai Qirui’s residence, he sat in the same spot, but now no one sat opposite him.

He held his head, a complex expression on his face—the first time he felt a flicker of hesitation.

Bai Qirui pondered deeply but still found no answer to his brother’s request.

Just then, Bo Meng bounced in from outside the hall. Seeing Ning Jun, she nodded slightly in greeting.

Ning Jun smiled and pointed inside where Bai Qirui sat gloomily on a stone chair. “He’s there. Go find him.”

Bo Meng giggled and nodded, “Thank you.”

She then hopped inside and saw Bai Qirui clearly in a bad mood.

Puzzled at first, her eyes suddenly brightened. Immediately, she reverted to her original form and blew with effort, producing two clouds of gray mist.

The gray mists drifted slowly before Bai Qirui.

Then the mists transformed into a wolf and a rabbit.

Bai Qirui looked up, watching as the wolf began to chase the rabbit.

At that moment, Bo Meng exhaled another cloud of mist, which transformed into a towering tree before the wolf.