The formation was strange, like a hemispherical dome inverted over the spirit herb.
Two slender little hands pressed against that dome and clawed at it with all their might. This was all Bai Yujun could do. As for suddenly comprehending the true essence of formations and having an epiphany, that had nothing to do with a certain snake. She simply clawed the formation apart alive, using brute force to steadily drain the spiritual energy contained within the formation-base jade stones, destroying the first formation in a simple, crude manner.
Then came the second and third.
Ling Shanzi had gone to great pains to protect the spirit herb, yet he still could not withstand Bai Yujun's eruption amid wind and rain, and fled in defeat.
Bai Yujun felt that even his name was fake. Demonic Cultivators would never be as straightforward as upright gentlemen; they were all madmen who would stop at nothing to achieve their aims. Drinking blood and devouring life force were merely the mildest of their deeds.
After prying apart the final formation, she could finally inspect the spirit herb up close.
To be honest, Bai Yujun, an utter idiot when it came to cultivation, had no idea what that thing was. It was a profound herb three feet tall, with red leaves and a fruit that was red tinged with green. Do not ask Bai Yujun what mysteries the spirit herb contained—she did not understand a thing.
To her, it had only one trait at present.
It kept luring her closer, making her want to swallow it, while seeming to tell her that it was not yet ripe and needed time. So obedient Bai Yujun squatted beside the herb and stared at it. Like an ordinary demon beast, she guarded the spirit herb as she waited for