The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 410 Ji Sheng's Betrayal and Kidnapping

A few hours later.

Nine Infants Purgatory, a desolate wasteland of chaotic rocks.

The enormous serpent's body was immobilized, and it was attacked until its face was swollen and its fangs were broken.

"Roar!!"

The infant spirit's abdomen writhed and twisted violently, while its main head roared in pain.

The group immediately sensed something and stopped their attack, retreating to the surrounding rocks as they waited with excitement.

Immediately, the infant spirit painfully closed one of its swollen vertical pupils, its bleeding nostrils and the muscles of its male companion twitched slightly for a few breaths, then suddenly tilted its head back, opened its blood-red mouth, and sneezed.

"Boom!!"

The sneezing was as loud as thunder, and a gust of air as turbulent as a hurricane, accompanied by three rolling figures, burst forth from the infant's belly.

"Feng Jun!" The green-clad figure reacted swiftly, her jade-like hand deftly wielding a red silk whip that wrapped around the black-clad man's waist and pulled him to her side.

Seeing this, the woman in white had no choice but to turn around and help the woman with the gold and silver hairpins closest to her, exclaiming in surprise, "Sister Sheng, you've broken through!"

"Brother Xiang, you've survived a great calamity, you're sure to have good fortune in the future! How are your injuries?"

The short, stout young man wasn't idle either. With a few quick movements, his strong, powerful hand landed steadily on Xiang Qiubai's shoulder, firstly to help him deflect the impact, and secondly to deliver a healing warmth.

Upon witnessing this, Xiang Qiubai was deeply moved and immediately began to treat his injuries on the spot.

"Everyone, we have obtained the immortal herb and rescued our companions. There is nothing more to worry about. Please follow me and unleash your full power to slay this fiend!"

Feng Ling calmed his turbulent emotions and blood, and before he could catch up with the green-clad woman beside him, he took a step forward. Yan Lei transformed into a purplish-black thunder dragon, locking onto the infant soul from afar, ready to strike.

"Great! Finally, I don't have to be so timid anymore... This beast's days are numbered!"

"Indeed, with three senior figures suppressing it from above, and with us gathering our strength from all directions to attack, no matter how powerful it is, it will surely perish on the spot!"

Upon seeing this, the crowd, who had been waiting for good news, immediately perked up and moved to different positions to surround the infant spirit.

Just as everyone was preparing to unleash their power, a sudden change occurred in the arena.

"Roar, roar! Feng Ling, do you really think you've won just like that?"

The infant spirit, with a cunning look on its face, stared at the woman with the gold and silver hairpin and grayish-white pupils in the crowd, and grinned sinisterly, "The time is ripe, why don't you make your move!"

“Clang!!”

Immediately, two metallic clanging sounds were heard. To everyone's astonishment, Ji Sheng, who was still healing, suddenly launched an attack, sneaking up on Leng Ning Shuang from behind and taking her hostage!

"Feng Ling, hand over the Nine-Headed Serpent Resurrection Grass immediately, or I will kill her right in front of you!"

At this moment, Ji Sheng's pupils were a deathly gray-white. In his left hand, he held a bone whip as sharp as a thorn, which was wrapped around and bound Leng Ning Shuang's delicate body. In his right hand, he held a pair of gold and silver hairpins that shone with a ghostly light, which were placed horizontally against Leng Ning Shuang's fair, snow-white, and delicate neck.

"Sister Sheng... what's wrong? Wake up!"

"Ji Sheng, aren't you good sisters? How can you disregard your sisterly bond, turn against each other, and kill one another?" This scene was completely unexpected, and everyone was shocked and angry, offering words of advice one after another.

"What sisterhood? How laughable! Everything is worthless in front of the Nine-Headed Serpent Resurrection Grass! I also need to be reincarnated, I also need the Nine-Headed Serpent Resurrection Grass to revive myself, and I need a living body to pursue my love, no longer to be a ghost who is bullied and despised by others, and alienated and ostracized by my lover!"

Ji Sheng, as if possessed, threw his head back and let out a hysterical laugh. His words were full of resentment and accusation, shocking everyone present.

Everyone knows that Ji Sheng fell in love with Xiang Qiubai at first sight, but Xiang Qiubai couldn't forget Leng Ningshuang. Even though he had a fleeting moment of attraction to Ji Sheng, he still chose to run away most of the time.

Thus, in Ji Sheng's mind, since Xiang Qiubai also liked her but was unwilling to accept it, it was naturally because of the difference between the human and the ghost.

"I'm sorry, I was too indecisive. I wasn't as brave as you, a girl. I kept running away from it, refusing to face and follow my true feelings. That's why you fell into this trap and were used by the spirit of the baby! Fortunately, I've realized it now. If I love, I love. I don't care if it's a human or a ghost. Please stop now!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Qiubai was struck dumb, yet also felt as if enlightened. He stood up and looked at the woman with the gold and silver hairpin with tenderness and remorse in his eyes.

In fact, aside from the frost, Xiang Qiubai did have concerns in this regard, but it wasn't that he himself was so obsessed with it; rather, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to withstand the judgment of the world.

"Hmph! It's too late. Don't even think about using sweet words to trick me into backing down! Besides, even if you really don't care, I do!"

A chilling aura of ghosts and surging demonic energy intertwined and rose. Ji Sheng's icy gaze swept over Xiang Qiubai, whose face showed bitterness, before she stared at the silent Feng Ling and threatened in a cold voice, "Between the Nine-Headed Resurrection Grass and her, who is more important? You'd better make a choice quickly! My patience is running out!"

"Bang!!"

Suddenly, Ji Sheng finished speaking.

A deafening explosion erupted behind them, sending sand and stones flying. It turned out that the infant spirit, taking advantage of the three saints' distraction by the strange events in the arena, had forcibly broken through the restrictions and seals by burning its own essence.

"Oh no! That beast has escaped!"

Night Demon King and the others became alert and once again activated their hand seals to suppress the demons, but they all missed.

"Hahaha! Feng Ling, since you cherish her so much, then let's have this internal struggle! I'm leaving!"

The infant spirit laughed heartily, and its enormous body, empowered by the burning essence and demonic energy, suddenly transformed into a streak of lightning speed and vanished.

Although the infant spirit also wanted to stay and watch the grand show it had directed, it had exhausted all its tricks and decided that saving its own life was the priority.

Faced with this situation, no one could stop it. The three great saints were also helpless and could only watch as the infant soul fled and retreated into the river of blood.

"Release her! Here's the Nine-Headed Resurrection Grass you wanted! But if you harm her in the slightest, for whatever reason, I will annihilate your soul and spirit!"

Feng Ling struggled to break free from her inner turmoil, only to see mottled bloodstains emerging beneath the skin of Leng Ning Shuang's neck where the gold and silver hairpins had touched.

Instantly, Feng Ling, with a chilling gaze, leaped to Ji Sheng and the other person's side, took out the Nine-Leaf Immortal Grass, and threw it into the safe passage cleared by the crowd behind her.

At the same time, Ji Sheng turned around and withdrew his hand. Under the shocked and angry gazes of everyone, he suddenly smashed Leng Ning Shuang's delicate body, which had been sealed off from the power of ghosts and gods and her five senses, into the rocky wasteland below!
If this blow landed squarely without any protection, even a Saint-level cultivator would be severely injured and on the verge of death.

Every time a creature hatches, it's a new beginning...

The world is full of chaos and troubles; may the sages and saints offer you a pure land for your souls.

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