Chapter 335 : Dark Hair Turned White
When falling down the dry well, Jiang Mo had felt powerless for not being able to hold onto Yun Qingyue, which had almost given the demonic energy an opportunity to take advantage. Now the situation was reversed—as Jiang Mo faced dangers outside, Yun Qingyue, left behind in the Innate Space, experienced that same sense of powerlessness.
Fortunately, neither of them had self-pitying personalities. Once they recognized their own shortcomings, their thoughts turned to how to overcome them.
Jiang Mo had gone out—perhaps for half a day at most, though the minimum time was uncertain. For cultivators, this amount of time was pitifully short. But Yun Qingyue had no intention of wasting even this brief period. She walked toward the dragon bones, and this time, without Jiang Mo to act as a buffer, she wanted to try directly absorbing the spiritual energy from the dragon bones for cultivation—having Jiang Mo's assistance as a buffer was certainly good, but she was also unwilling to rely on others for everything.
The process of attempting this was not pleasant. The spiritual energy contained within the dragon bones was too domineering. Except for the White Tiger with her equally powerful bloodline, no one could directly confront it without suffering consequences. Or rather, Yun Qingyue already had the advantage of demonic beast bloodline; otherwise, if an ordinary human cultivator tried this, even someone at the Fusion realm couldn't directly absorb the spiritual energy from dragon bones for their own use.
With a "bang," another explosive sound echoed in the space, followed by a figure being blown backward.
Yun Qingyue twisted nimbly in midair, landing on one knee. At first glance, she seemed uninjured, but upon closer inspection, her face was as pale as paper. That wasn't all—her expression changed several times, and the corner of her lips gradually became stained with crimson.
If Jiang Mo were here, seeing this would probably break her heart, and afterward, she would prevent Yun Qingyue from risking contact with the dragon bones again. However, she wasn't present now, and Yun Qingyue revealed the persistence and stubbornness in her nature... This wasn't the first time she had attempted this, nor was it the first time she had been injured by the power of the dragon bones. But each time after being injured, there was a small improvement, so she refused to give up.
Wiping away the blood from the corner of her lips, Yun Qingyue took out a medicinal pill and swallowed it, then sat cross-legged and began to meditate to refine the medicinal power. After a moment, the medicinal power was refined, and the injuries within her body were mostly healed. She then went back to the dragon bones to try again.
She longed to become stronger, not wanting to be a burden to anyone.
This persistent effort was not without effect. Initially, Yun Qingyue could barely endure even touching the dragon bones, but now she could persist for three to five breaths and truly absorb some spiritual energy for her own use—though the spiritual energy from the dragon bones was violent, its power was genuinely formidable. Using it to temper one's body and bones would surely be beneficial, but the process was far from pleasant.
Yet Yun Qingyue was no stranger to hardship. Being injured repeatedly in her attempts didn't make her fearful or cause her to retreat. On the contrary, her eyes grew brighter. Those glazed eyes, usually full of coldness, now contained nothing but unwavering determination!
Until she was once again blasted away by the power of the dragon bones, and as she got up again, she suddenly noticed that her hair had changed color.
Yun Qingyue paused, then raised her hand to lift her loose hair, suddenly discovering that her raven locks had turned snow white. Despite Yun Qingyue's cold and determined temperament, even she had a moment of confusion while holding her white hair.
Immediately afterward, she raised her hand and drew a water mirror in midair. In the water mirror, her current appearance was reflected—not only had all her dark hair turned white, but her features had also subtly changed. The specific alterations to her facial features were hard to pinpoint, but overall, she gave a completely different impression than before. If previously her eyes and brows resembled Qingyu somewhat, now her aura was seventy percent similar to Zhu Baiyi's. Yet upon closer inspection, one would notice that her facial features weren't very similar to Zhu Baiyi's at all; they remained as they were before.
Yun Qingyue stared at her reflection in the water mirror, unconsciously frowning, and then quickly thought of a possibility—could it be that stimulated by these dragon bones, the demonic beast bloodline within her had awakened?!
Truthfully, Yun Qingyue had known about her demonic beast bloodline for eighty years, but throughout these eighty years, she had still lived and cultivated as a human cultivator. She had no inherited memories and had never asked Zhu Baiyi, so she didn't know which tribe of demonic beasts her bloodline belonged to. She had never tried to revert to her original form, nor did she want to try. If she could continue living as a human cultivator, that would be fine.
Until this moment, when she had inadvertently transformed into this appearance due to the dragon bones' stimulation, she finally revealed some bewilderment and confusion.
She stared at her slightly unfamiliar self in the water mirror for a while, not immediately taking medicine to heal her injuries. Even the corner of her lips still had a streak of crimson blood flowing down her snow-white skin, presenting a rather alarming sight.
But as she remained dazed, by the time Yun Qingyue came back to her senses, she suddenly discovered that her meridians, which had been aching from the shock of the dragon bones' power, no longer hurt. She blinked slowly, attempting to utilize her spiritual energy, and the energy smoothly circulated through her meridians for a complete cycle—in just this brief moment, her injuries had healed, faster than when she had previously taken medicinal pills.
Should this be attributed to the tough skin and flesh of demonic beasts?
Yun Qingyue looked at herself in the water mirror, feeling her body imperceptibly growing stronger, yet she couldn't generate much joy from it.
She was lost in thought again when suddenly an enormous body appeared out of nowhere and crashed heavily to the ground with a "bang," stirring up dust everywhere. Yun Qingyue snapped back to reality, and taking a closer look, she found it was the White Tiger returning injured.
Yun Qingyue immediately forgot about identity and bloodlines, rushing forward with one stride: "Jiang Mo!"
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While Yun Qingyue was repeatedly trying to "conquer" the dragon bones in the Innate Space, Jiang Mo had encountered a crisis in the underground world.
She didn't know where the puppet had come from, but it was obvious that this wasn't something that should naturally exist in the underground world, and it was clearly targeting her. So she unhesitatingly threw out the Puppet Heart, which was naturally used to control puppets and had already been refined by her. Therefore, when the Puppet Heart merged into the forehead of the opposing puppet, the puppet's connection with its original master was severed.
Jiang Mo took over control of the puppet with a wave of her hand, but the puppet itself wasn't a particularly powerful magical treasure. Its appearance seemed only to intercept Jiang Mo. Having been hit hard by Jiang Mo earlier, it was now even weaker, almost useless as an ally.
But that didn't matter; with the enhancement of the Puppet Heart, the puppet could repair itself in just a moment.
Jiang Mo temporarily didn't focus on the half-damaged puppet, which pretended to be destroyed, remaining motionless in place. The White Tiger's body tensed as she vigilantly surveyed her surroundings. However, everything around was shrouded in deep darkness. Except for the small area illuminated by her protective golden light, she couldn't see anything further away with just her eyesight, and even divine sense wasn't very effective in this place.
With no choice, Jiang Mo maintained her vigilance while seeking help from the system: "System, help me scan the area. Is there anyone nearby?"
Since Jiang Mo and her Senior Sister had fallen down the well, the system had been like a ghost, not showing itself once. First, because it was the host and her Senior Sister's rare time alone together, and it, as a system, didn't want to play third wheel by rashly appearing. Second, because there wasn't any use for it...
Now, faced with the host's request for help, the system responded dejectedly: "Host, it's not possible; the system can't scan. This place is in the gap between the demon realm and the cultivation world, filled with demonic energy. The magnetic field is chaotic, and the energy is mixed. The system is basically useless here." It could scan, but what results it would yield was questionable, and it didn't want to waste energy and potentially mislead the host.
Hearing this, Jiang Mo was a little disappointed, but as she had lived in the cultivation world for a long time, she had gradually discovered the limitations of the system—the items in the system mall were very useful; with enough points, they could even help her dominate the cultivation world. But the abilities carried by the system itself had gradually become less useful as her cultivation increased and the environments she faced became more dangerous and complex.
After another failed attempt at seeking help, Jiang Mo no longer relied on the system in her heart, and her determination to be self-reliant grew stronger. But these were matters for later; dealing with the immediate crisis was most urgent.
The huge White Tiger was extremely conspicuous in the darkness, her tiger eyes scanning the surroundings like lightning, her ears pricked up, not missing the slightest sound around her.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths... She heard nothing, nor did she detect the slightest malice, as if the puppet had appeared out of thin air.
Jiang Mo waited for a while but didn't encounter the expected attack, so she gradually began stepping into the darkness to explore—with her protective golden light, she was like a light bulb in the darkness, extremely conspicuous. So as she took her exploratory steps, she also contained the golden light around her body, and the surroundings fell into complete darkness, with only the puppet's pair of eyes still flickering with faint light.
The White Tiger moved through the air, her movements agile and light, not even stirring the slightest breeze as she moved. Perhaps due to the natural sensitivity of divine beasts, although Jiang Mo hadn't actually detected anything unusual, the direction she randomly chose to search in the darkness was actually correct.
Someone hiding in the darkness watched as that huge figure slowly approached, not knowing that she had just randomly chosen this direction. The person's hand, holding a small black flag, gradually tightened, and finally, when they were less than ten zhang apart, they resolutely struck!
In the darkness, an unusual wind sound seemed to rise, and the surrounding atmosphere silently changed.
Though the White Tiger's vision was obscured by darkness, her perception was not poor. She instantly counterattacked...