In the cultivation world, where hearts were so treacherous, getting knocked unconscious outside and suffering some mishap—like losing a Storage Bag or something—was pretty common, right~
Miserable screams rose and fell in the distance, while Bai Lan rested with her eyes closed where she stood.
Long Aotian had been beaten up by the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion assassin. By now, his spiritual energy was completely exhausted, and he had no strength left to fight back.
He was now a fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of whoever wished to carve him up.
Half an hour later.
Only after hearing a group of people's departing footsteps did Bai Lan slowly open her eyes.
She stepped forward twice to inspect Long Aotian's condition.
"Tut, how miserable." Bai Lan clicked her tongue and shook her head.
A Child of Destiny still developing was just like this. In the early stages, disasters lurked everywhere and hardship dogged every step; only later would he grow stronger.
But...
Now that Bai Lan had descended out of nowhere, she dared guarantee that the Child of Destiny would never have a chance to grow under her watch.
She would make sure Long Aotian spent this entire life with disaster at every step and hardship around every corner.
Otherwise, she would be the one to die.
"...Y-you... what are you doing...!" Long Aotian instinctively covered his Storage Bag.
Bai Lan gave a light laugh. "Oh, you're still awake."
Long Aotian wanted to speak again, but the moment he opened his mouth, blood came gushing out.
"What else could I have come here for? To kick someone when he's down, of course. Why ask?" Bai Lan chuckled as she yanked the Storage Bag from Long Aotian's waist and weighed it in her hand. "As expected of a Child of Destiny. In such a short time, you managed to obtain another Storage Bag. Looks like your luck is pretty good."
Long Aotian was so furious he coughed up blood. "You!!!"
"What about me? Who was it that started shouting, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river,' then came charging at me with such overwhelming momentum and arrogant swagger, determined to kill me? Tut, tut, tut." Bai Lan shook her head, laughter in her eyes. "I like peace, so I do not easily make enemies of others. But that does not mean I fear making enemies. You brought all of this upon yourself."
Long Aotian took a deep breath, stiffened his neck, and fainted on the spot.
"..."
"Host, you made Long Aotian faint from anger." The system was stunned.
Bai Lan spread her hands. "His heart is too small. How can he blame me for that?"
"Fine." The system patted its chest.
The plot seemed to have gone in a strange direction now. It had a feeling that, in the battle three months from now, the host might not necessarily lose.
After returning to her little room, Bai Lan took out the spoils from this trip one by one.
Long Aotian's Storage Bag, the hundred Spirit Stones she had gotten from Bai Ling, a useless white jade folding fan, and... that Spatial Black Stone.
Holding the black stone in her hand, Bai Lan pondered for a moment before lightly drawing her palm across a sharp blade.
Hiss, that hurt.
Frowning as she endured the pain, Bai Lan let her blood drip bit by bit onto the black stone. She tore off a strip of white cloth and casually wrapped it around her hand before continuing to wait for any change.
A moment later.
The black stone remained utterly motionless.
Bai Lan gritted her teeth.
Sure enough, something a Child of Destiny could easily open required an ordinary person to pay ten times the price—or even more—to obtain it.
In the plot, a single drop of blood accidentally falling from the Daughter of Destiny onto it could awaken the Artifact Spirit within this black stone.
Now that it was someone else, the blood flowing from her hand was practically about to coat the entire black stone, yet it still was not working.
Bang!
Bai Lan tossed the black stone onto the table and gritted out, "Listen up, Artifact Spirit inside! If you don't come out, I'll throw this stone into a cesspit and drown it there for ten years or eight, then drag it out and roast it over fire until it's charred!"
After that vicious threat, a voice actually sounded from within the black stone.
"I'm not coming out, not coming out! Bleh, bleh, bleh! We Artifact Spirits only acknowledge those with great fortune as our masters. You're just an ordinary person, yet you dream of obtaining this Artifact Spirit? What a fool's dream!" The Artifact Spirit's voice was exceptionally arrogant.
"The master in your heart is the woman named Bai Ling who confronted me on the street, isn't she?" Bai Lan said blandly.
The Artifact Spirit snorted. "Naturally!"
Bai Lan smiled lightly, but her tone was icy. "Then fine. Since you cannot be used by me, I naturally will not give you to my enemy.
"Then... I'll throw you into the mortal world, seal you beneath the bottom of a ten-thousand-zhang abyss with spiritual energy, then lay down layer upon layer of sealing barriers to lock you away. You can wait there properly and see when the next Child of Destiny appears again, and whether they can let you see the light of day once more." Bai Lan's voice was dark and chilling, her threat plain for all to hear.
"How can you do this?!" The Artifact Spirit grew anxious.
It had waited so long before someone opened the seal again.
If it were thrown back into the mortal world, it feared that even after ten thousand years, it would not find a suitable person.
"I can do exactly this. What can you do about it?" Bai Lan's voice held not a shred of emotion. "What I cannot have, I naturally will not let others have either."
The Artifact Spirit would only acknowledge one with great fortune as its master, and didn't that mean a Child of Destiny?
But Bai Lan happened to be the enemy of the two Children of Destiny in this world.
If she left the black stone in the cultivation world, it would sooner or later fall into their hands and become an opportunity for a Child of Destiny.
"My time is precious. I do not have time to wait too long for you. One incense stick's time. Acknowledge me as your master, or return to your sealed state. Choose." Bai Lan spoke calmly. "One more thing: I do not like meaningless waiting. I hope you know your place. To me, obtaining you or sealing you away takes little effort."
Artifact Spirit: "..."
The system stared in astonishment. "Host, you're so fierce!"
Bai Lan replied with her eyes, "How am I supposed to subdue it if I'm not fierce enough!"
Those words from the plot description—something about a gentle and adorable Artifact Spirit—were completely wrong!
Her icy gaze swept toward the black stone. The stone lying motionless on the table trembled, then continued its silence.
Bai Lan took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood clean from her palm.
She suddenly recalled that there was a low-grade Mystical Technique in the Library Pavilion called the Water Healing Technique, which could use water spiritual energy to heal injuries?
As that thought flashed through her mind, Bai Lan gathered a small cluster of watery vapor in her palm and guided it over the wound.
A slow itch-tinged pain came from the wound in her palm, accompanied by waves of faint numbness.
As time passed, the wound gradually shrank until not even the slightest trace remained.
A hint of surprise flashed through Bai Lan's eyes.
Was this a Mystical Technique from the cultivation world? It truly was miraculous.
With this skill, she could probably return to Blue Star, open a little clinic, and become rich!
No, she would still need a medical license. How was she supposed to take the exam? Go up there and release a ball of water? She could not even explain the principles behind it. Better forget it...
Shaking the water droplets from her hand, Bai Lan rose with a frown. "Still haven't thought it through?"
The black stone swayed. "I-I am a noble Artifact Spirit..."
"The next second, I can turn you from a noble Artifact Spirit into a stone nobody cares about in a cesspit. Do you believe me?"
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