After crossing over, the demon king rolled in my arms and acted like a spoiled child

The feathers on the big bird's wings suddenly turned black, burned by the fire on the deadly sword.

Bai Jiyue concentrated her mind and pulled the blade of the Deadly Sword horizontally with great force. The sharp blade of the Deadly Sword opened a deep wound on her wings!

The big bird cried out in pain, and its body tilted and fell down.

Bai Jiyue immediately controlled the deadly sword and slashed it towards its neck. Bright red blood spurted out in the air like rain.

Bai Jiyue took several steps back to avoid the "blood rain" of the big bird and watched it fall to the ground.

Mingyuan walked quickly over, squatted down and looked at the big bird. His broad back blocked her view.

Thinking that based on Ming Yuan's strength, the injured big bird would certainly be unable to do anything to him, Bai Jiyue did not take a closer look, but turned his attention to his elder brother.

Bai Jiri was fighting with someone who fell from the sky. They were fighting in close combat and sparks were flying from their weapons.

The spiritual man must have a very high level of cultivation, as he did not show any signs of being at a disadvantage when fighting against Bai Jiri.

The two men fought for dozens of rounds, and suddenly the injured big bird let out a shrill scream. The spirit man seemed to be touched and distracted. Bai Jiri took advantage of the situation and stabbed him to the ground with a sword, then ran over and stepped on him.

When the spirit man was captured, he did not look at Bai Ji Ri, but instead turned his head with difficulty to stare at Ming Yuan who was guarding the big bird.

"What did you do to it!" He glared at Mingyuan and roared.

Ming Yuan turned around and glanced at him casually.

The spirit showed a horrified expression and pointed at Mingyuan: "You——"

Ming Yuan raised his hand lightly, and Bai Ji Ri suddenly leaned forward as if someone pushed him, and the long mace in his hand pierced straight into the body of the spirit man. The spirit man immediately drooped his head and did not move.

Bai Ji Ri was startled, leaned over to feel the breath of the spirit people, then turned his head and glared at Ming Yuan: "What are you doing!"

When Bai Jiyue saw Bai Jiri picking up a branch from the ground, he realized that Ming Yuan must have shot a branch at Bai Jiri, and the branch hit the right place, allowing Bai Jiri to kill the spirit man.

She was quite surprised that Mingyuan could kill someone with a borrowed knife with such a light move.

"You are only one step away from upgrading. Why are you so soft-hearted?" Ming Yuan replied to Bai Jiri calmly.

"Let him go, let him go—"

"If you were defeated by him today, do you think he would keep you?" Ming Yuan interrupted Bai Jiri and said, "It seems that you haven't stayed in the Dark Stone Wasteland long enough. You don't even know the basic rules of survival."

Bai Jiri kept silent, his face slightly red.

Ming Yuan was right. In a place like the Dark Stone Wasteland where there were no moral constraints, the best way to deal with an enemy was to kill them instantly with one strike. Being soft-hearted might lead to backlash.

"Okay, let's not argue about this matter anymore. Now that the bandit leader has been brought to justice, let's go!" The prefect, who had just treated his wounds, came over to mediate.

Bai Jiyue also grabbed Bai Jiri and said, "Kill him, let's go back."

Bai Yiri then nodded, his expression less awkward.

Cen Changqing turned his head and looked at Mingyuan with a meaningful look: "Mingyuan, how did you come to this Dark Stone Wasteland?"

Ming Yuan replied calmly: "I was born here. As for the reason of my ancestors, I don't know."

"You haven't asked your parents?" Cen Changqing smiled at him.

"They died when I was one year old. I don't even know what they looked like." Ming Yuan talked about his parents' death as if he was talking about someone else's business. His expression and tone were normal.

"Oh, who raised you then?"

"My grandmother. She died when I was five, and I grew up on my own."

Cen Changqing showed a sympathetic look on his face: "You grew up alone and helpless, but you were able to cultivate to such a high level of skill. That's really not easy!" He asked casually, "What level of cultivation are you at now?"

Hearing Cen Changqing ask this, Bai Jiyue and Bai Jiri both looked towards Mingyuan. This was also what they were curious about.

Ming Yuan curled the corners of his lips and slowly rolled up his sleeves in front of them. A thin yellow line slowly appeared on his wrist.

"Eh?" Cen Changqing frowned, "Only the third intermediate level... With your strength, you can use branches as weapons at will--"

"I'm just stronger. My strength is already 12 now." Ming Yuan understood what Cen Changqing meant and interrupted him to explain.

Cen Changqing nodded: "Oh, no wonder..."

Bai Jiyue finally understood that this young man was extremely "biased" in his studies.

Even if the strength has reached 12, if other abilities do not grow synchronously, the cultivation level will never reach the next level.

"Does the prefect suspect that I have unknown origins?" Ming Yuan asked Cen Changqing with a half-smile.

Cen Changqing touched his head, his expression a little unnatural: "Not really, it's just that I feel that your age doesn't seem to match your cultivation, and I think you might be a genius sent from heaven."

After saying this, Bai Jiyue felt embarrassed for him. It would be better to admit it generously than to deny it forcefully.

But it's no wonder that the prefect was suspicious. Mingyuan's behavior of using Bai Jiri to kill the spirit people was indeed strange, and his strength was indeed suspicious. Not to mention the prefect, she and Bai Jiri were also curious about Mingyuan.

"Now it seems that it was all a misunderstanding, ahem, a misunderstanding!" The governor tried to ease the atmosphere and changed the subject, "They must be getting impatient waiting for us, let's go back quickly!"

After he said that, he took the lead and walked away. Bai Ji Ri hurriedly followed. Bai Ji Yue looked back at the spirit beast and inexplicably wanted to go and see it again.

Just as he was about to walk over, Mingyuan blocked his way.

"What are you doing?" Bai Jiyue asked.

Ming Yuan said nothing. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and pretended to wipe Bai Jiyue's face.

Bai Jiyue leaned back to avoid it, with a vigilant look on his face: "What are you going to do!"

Ming Yuan stuffed the handkerchief into her hand and pointed at her cheek: "It's broken, wipe it."

Bai Jiyue then remembered that his cheek had been scratched by the beak of a big bird, but he was too busy fighting to deal with it.

She pressed the handkerchief to the wound on her face, thanked him, and turned to look at the dead bird again.

But suddenly she felt something stuffed into her other hand. She looked down and saw that it was a white bird egg, the size of a goose egg!

"This?" She looked at Mingyuan in confusion.

"You were wondering what I did to that big bird, so here's what I did."

Bai Jiyue felt a little embarrassed when her thoughts were exposed. The reason why she wanted to go and see the big bird was because she suspected that Ming Yuan had done something to it. The big bird's shrill cry before would not be without reason.

"It was naturally in pain as it laid eggs before dying. Its cry distracted its owner. Perhaps this is the fate of it and its owner." Ming Yuan said softly.

Bai Jiyue: “…”

Is he the worm in her stomach? He can guess what she is thinking and give a reasonable explanation!

"You are the best person to hatch this spirit beast egg." Ming Yuan said again.

Bai Jiyue's eyelids twitched, and she suddenly raised her eyelashes to look at him. Only her eldest brother knew that she possessed the spiritual roots of the elves. In the previous battle, she also deliberately concealed the fact that she did not use the spiritual abilities of the elves. How could he know that?