This Tower Isn't Something You Can Move Away Again

Just as Bai Ling's breathing grew faint and her face swelled purple-red, a burst of spiritual light suddenly erupted from the Jade Hairpin in her hair, enveloping her entire body.

The power of a Core Formation cultivator wrapped around Bai Ling and carried her swiftly away from the great hall.

The old man furrowed his brows slightly, while Bai Lan merely shook her head.

Just as expected.

Those favored by the Heavenly Dao were like lizards with severed tails—they simply could not be killed.

Protagonists always escaped death through all manner of fortuitous opportunities.

That Jade Hairpin had most likely come from Qing Xuan. It was a protective spiritual artifact he had given Bai Ling to save her life, one that would rescue her when she fell into mortal peril.

That was why, whenever Bai Lan beat up Long Aotian and Bai Ling, she generally targeted only the places that hurt. Her moves were not fatal, but every blow pierced straight to the heart with agony.

She knew a little medicine. She was thoroughly familiar with methods of beating someone half to death without actually endangering their life—methods that would never trigger a life-saving spiritual artifact.

"If this old man's divine soul did not have to reside here, leaving me unable to depart from this tower, then... hmph." The old man narrowed his eyes, then slowly turned to Bai Lan. "Junior, do you bear a grudge against that person?"

Bai Lan's earlier attempt to kill with a borrowed knife had been far too obvious. There was no way the old man could have failed to notice.

The divine soul of a dignified Nascent Soul stage cultivator would naturally not allow itself to be used by some junior.

Though he had indeed been used.

Bai Lan did not hide it and nodded. "Senior truly has eyes like torches. I do indeed have a grudge against that person, but I did not intend to borrow Senior's hand to kill her. She truly is Wu Yin's disciple-granddaughter. If Senior does not believe me, you may ask him."

As she spoke, Bai Lan pointed at the person sprawled on the ground nearby.

"Senior, Senior, this junior bears no grudge against you... You..." Le Qing, a mere Qi Refining level five minor cultivator, had never seen such a scene before. From the instant Bai Ling was restrained, the pressure leaking from the old man had frightened him so badly that he collapsed to the floor.

"You're also that old dog's disciple-grandson?" the old man asked in a sinister tone.

Le Qing stammered in terror, "Huh? Wh-what disciple-grandson? This junior d-doesn't know..."

At this moment, Le Qing had absolutely no idea what was going on.

As he spoke, his gaze slowly turned toward Bai Lan, his eyes filled with earnest pleading. He was clearly asking for help.

Yet Bai Lan had already closed her eyes, as though resting with them shut.

"..." Left with no choice, Le Qing could only send Bai Lan a voice transmission. "You definitely know the senior before us. However many Spirit Stones you want, I'll give them to you—I can give you all of them! Please, save me! Put in a few good words for me and let me leave. However many Spirit Stones you want, I can give them to you!"

She had nearly forgotten—this fellow still owed her Spirit Stones.

No wonder people always said that the person least willing to see you die was your creditor... Once a person died, their debts vanished too. If he died, who would she collect her Spirit Stones from?

"In that case... six hundred Spirit Stones per month, for ten years. Then we'll call it even." Bai Lan opened her eyes and looked at Le Qing.

His debt had doubled in an instant. The point was to open her mouth like a lion.

Le Qing's eyes nearly split apart. "You!"

"Of course, I'm democratic. You may also choose to be buried here." After saying that, Bai Lan closed her eyes again and said no more.

By now, the old man had grown impatient and said speechlessly, "Do you take me for a fool? You say one thing, then he says another—do you really think I cannot hear the two of you transmitting voices to each other!?"

Bai Lan smiled helplessly. "Ah~ Senior sees clearly. He was the one who transmitted to me first. Besides, isn't everything this junior does for the sake of earning Spirit Stones and increasing my strength? Only by becoming stronger can I avenge Senior~"

"This junior has Five Spirit Roots... sigh, my cultivation speed is truly unbearably slow. Without Spirit Stones to support my cultivation, I'm afraid I won't even touch the threshold of the Core Formation stage in this lifetime..." As she spoke, Bai Lan waved a hand again. "Of course, if Senior has laid down his hatred and no longer wishes to seek revenge, this junior will naturally comply."

Whether Le Qing lived or died was no loss to her. At most, she would lose a source of long-term income. If the old man insisted on killing him, she truly had no objection.

"..."

The old man fell silent for a moment.

Le Qing swallowed beside them.

The old man lifted his eyelids and looked at Bai Lan. "You certainly know how to talk."

"This junior will listen to everything Senior says."

"Hmph." The old man flipped his hand over, produced a Jade Slip, and handed it to Bai Lan. "The inheritance you seek is all within this Jade Slip."

Bai Lan's eyes lit up as she accepted it with both hands. "Many thanks, Senior."

This meant he tacitly approved of her actions.

The old man raised a hand, took the Storage Bag from Le Qing's waist, and tossed it to Bai Lan. "You are right. Cultivating with Five Spirit Roots requires far too much spiritual energy. Your greedy nature for Spirit Stones does suit those Spirit Roots of yours."

Le Qing stared fixedly at his own Storage Bag, yet he did not dare speak due to the old man's strength.

Out of the corner of her eye, Bai Lan caught Le Qing's reaction and instantly understood why Nan Xianshi had fled Jade Purity Peak despite bearing the stain of infamy.

In Qing Xuan's eyes, disciples were not all equal.

Look at Bai Ling. She had countless spiritual artifacts and talismans on her person, was a direct disciple, and received one-on-one guidance.

He had even feared for her safety when she entered a secret realm, personally granting her a Tribulation Crossing stage protective treasure to preserve her life.

Now look at Le Qing.

They were both disciples, yet he had none of those things.

Bai Ling had the capital to be proud and arrogant, but he did not.

If Le Qing had possessed a life-saving spiritual artifact bestowed by Qing Xuan, how could he be groveling before her now, begging for help and trembling in fear?

Having driven Le Qing from the main hall, the old man finally turned to Bai Lan. "Ordinary people cannot tell, but this hall was built from Soul Nurturing Wood. It nourishes the soul, which is why my divine soul has lingered without dispersing and can reside here for so long. But... that is all."

If not for the Soul Nurturing Wood, his divine soul would have vanished into smoke long ago.

"I see..." Bai Lan looked around, her expression gaining several layers of contemplation.

Soul Nurturing Wood—this was Soul Nurturing Wood! A tremendous opportunity that even a Child of Destiny might encounter only a few times, yet there was an entire hall made of it here!

She wanted it. She wanted it very badly.

If the old man had not shown her kindness, she would have wanted to drive this soul away and store the entire hall inside the Void Stone.

Of course, that was only a joke...

If one day she possessed the strength to fear this old man's divine soul no longer, she would definitely return and move this tower into the Void Stone.

Bai Lan would never allow a being stronger than herself into her own territory. That was her bottom line.

Thus, for now, she could only painfully give up on it.

"Hiss... Why is the look in your eyes so strange, little brat? You can't move this tower anyway. No matter how long you stare, it's useless. Once you obtain the inheritance, hurry up and get lost. I dislike noise... If, after you kill Wu Yin, this old man's divine soul has yet to disperse, you may come tell me the good news." As he spoke, the old man waved his sleeve and slowly departed, leaning on his cane. His figure gradually faded from the hall.