Suddenly, a yellow figure soared upward on a flying sword.
Rong Zhuofan was so startled that he stepped back a few paces. “Young lady, couldn’t you at least give a little warning?”
“You’re the one crouching by the cave entrance, which is way scarier, don’t you think?” Ning Shiyue shot back after landing.
She glared at Rong Zhuofan, then turned to face Mo Jinghong’s cold, clear eyes.
Ning Shiyue felt a twinge of guilt. “Seventh junior brother, I… I only went down to find our little junior sister…”
“And where is she?” Mo Jinghong’s tone was slightly icy.
“I didn’t run into her,” Ning Shiyue said, shaking her head.
A flicker of light passed through Mo Jinghong’s ink-black eyes as he looked at Rong Zhuofan. “Did one of you make a move against her?”
Rong Zhuofan stared at Mo Jinghong, his eyes wide with shock. He had been standing up here for so long and hadn’t even sensed Mo Jinghong’s presence at all!
“Who are you talking about?” Rong Zhuofan asked, his hand resting on Pang Hu’s head as he considered whether he should make a run for it.
“My little junior sister. She’s the girl who went in with you earlier,” Ning Shiyue explained from the side.
“You mean… Feng Qingran?” Rong Zhuofan asked tentatively.
Could it be that all these people were disciples of Ye Wentian?
“Yes, that’s right, Feng Qingran,” Ning Shiyue confirmed.
Rong Zhuofan furrowed his brow slightly. “I ran too fast. I didn’t notice.”
Mo Jinghong, radiating a cool and aloof aura, spoke in a deep, resonant voice like jade. “Did one of you lay a hand on her?”
“Yes, Xiao Qingfeng. Not only did he attack her, he also wanted to kill her,” Rong Zhuofan said, throwing Xiao Qingfeng under the bus without any hesitation.
“Very well!” Mo Jinghong’s phoenix eyes were sharp, giving off a piercingly cold feeling.
Rong Zhuofan secretly marveled. All of Ye Wentian’s disciples were little monsters!
Feng Qingran, at the Nascent Soul stage, had toyed with a Virtual God.
And this young master, at the Divine Transformation stage, exuded a pressure that made even him, a Virtual God, feel a bit intimidated. He really couldn’t afford to mess with them!
“Um, can I leave now?” Rong Zhuofan asked.
There was definitely going to be a messy situation ahead, and he didn’t want to get involved any further!
Mo Jinghong nodded. Dressed in black robes, he stood against the light, his sleeves billowing without any wind, exuding supreme nobility and grace.
Rong Zhuofan took a step to leave, but after walking just a few paces, Pang Hu bit his clothes and started pulling him back towards Mo Jinghong.
“Pang Hu, let’s go back to the sect.”
Roar!—
We can’t leave! There’s something good here!
Pang Hu looked completely unwilling to go.
Rong Zhuofan’s gaze fell on Mo Jinghong. Could it be that Mo Jinghong had some kind of treasure on him?
No, that’s not it!
Rong Zhuofan looked behind Mo Jinghong. Wasn’t that the hole he had dug?
There was a tremendously powerful aura coming from there.
He had never sensed anything like this aura before, but it was definitely something good!
Mo Jinghong’s eyebrows were like sharp swords, and his phoenix eyes flashed with a cold light. “Does Sect Leader Rong have any other business?”
“I just want to take a look at the hole I dug,” Rong Zhuofan said calmly.
The Yuanbao (ingot/spirit creature) in the pit was trembling with fear, frantically digging at the dirt. It was almost there. If it could just stall for a little while longer, it would be able to dig this thing out…
Mo Jinghong looked at Pang Hu, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly. “Sect Leader Rong, hasn’t your saber-toothed tiger here failed to advance for a very long time?”
Rong Zhuofan’s attention was diverted. “That’s right, it hasn’t advanced for several hundred years. It’s strange. Normally, sacred beasts can speak human language, but unfortunately, something went wrong when Pang Hu tried to advance, so it can’t speak.”
Mo Jinghong spoke in a deep voice. “There is a trace of the White Tiger’s bloodline within it. That bloodline is too domineering. If it doesn’t awaken, it will never advance again.”
“Y-you… how can you tell?” Rong Zhuofan asked nervously. He had kept the fact that Pang Hu had the White Tiger’s bloodline a very tight secret.
The bloodline of the White Tiger, one of the Four Divine Beasts—if this information ever leaked out…
Both he and Pang Hu would be in big trouble.
Mo Jinghong’s gaze was profound. “Anyone who can open their Heavenly Eye can see it.”
“How could you possibly have the Heavenly Eye?” Rong Zhuofan was even more astonished. Cultivators who could develop the Heavenly Eye were truly one in ten million!
The White Tiger bloodline was both a good thing and a bad thing for Pang Hu.
It could make Pang Hu stronger.
But at the same time, it could also bring disaster to Pang Hu!
“These things aren’t important. I only wanted to tell Sect Leader Rong that no matter what happens here later, don’t come back!” Mo Jinghong’s entire being radiated the aura of someone in a superior position.
Rong Zhuofan glanced at the pit behind Mo Jinghong.
“Fine! But you must keep Pang Hu’s secret forever!” Rong Zhuofan said with a serious expression.
Anyway, as long as there was no Bloodline Awakening Pill,
Pang Hu would never be able to awaken the White Tiger bloodline in its lifetime, and no outsider would ever discover that it was a descendant of the White Tiger.
Mo Jinghong raised his hand and handed a porcelain bottle to Rong Zhuofan. “This is a token of thanks. Good luck, Sect Leader Rong.”
Rong Zhuofan looked into Mo Jinghong’s cold, clear eyes and saw no trace of greed there at all.
He took the bottle and opened it.
Instantly, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and his eyes widened. “Th-this thing…”
It was a Saint-grade Bloodline Awakening Pill!
Something he had never dared to even dream of in his entire life, and he had gotten it so easily!
“Thank you so much, young master. I will surely repay this kindness in the future.” Rong Zhuofan gave a grateful bow and then left with the reluctant Pang Hu.
Even the guards at the outer perimeter of Bear Tiger Ridge were withdrawn.
“Seventh junior brother, what did you give him? Why is he so happy?” Ning Shiyue asked curiously.
“Fifth senior sister, you’d better think about how you’re going to explain your actions to Sixth senior brother,” Mo Jinghong said, his expression cool and clear.
After this trip to Bear Tiger Ridge, he had figured it out. When Feng Qingran and Ning Shiyue teamed up, they were truly a daring duo.
