When the transmission ended, Su Lijing thought for a moment, then immediately reached out. In an instant, he pulled a remarkably fresh vine from the void. The vine was icy blue from end to end, with wisps of tendrils dangling like aerial roots. Though it had been cut off for who knew how many years, it still curled and probed the air, clearly brimming with life.
The entire vine gave off an exceptionally fresh, fragrant scent. Even the slightest sniff was enough to invigorate the spirit.
It was a Spring Soul Vine, one of the ingredients needed to reshape a Dao body.
Although the Netherblood Ancestor had confiscated all of Su Lijing's resources last time, he had once been a sect master. Apart from Heavenly Vast Palace and his Storage Pouch, he still had plenty of private holdings that he had never kept within the sect.
Even Si Hong Qingyan knew nothing about them!
But for the sake of becoming the clan's Ancestor, he had to pay a little price.
Su Lijing formed a Magic Seal and summoned profound ice to seal away the Spring Soul Vine. Then he moved, vanishing from his cave abode.
The forest.
Su Zuiqi's colorful robes fluttered as she directed two enormous Corpse Puppets in battle.
Suddenly, space rippled beside her, and Su Lijing strode out.
Su Zuiqi froze for a moment, then immediately bowed. "Your disciple pays respects to Master!"
Su Lijing nodded. "Come with me. We're going to meet a senior who just returned."
Su Zuiqi hurriedly replied, "Yes!"
Su Lijing said no more. With a sweep of his sleeve, a dark wind rose from the flat ground, swept Su Zuiqi up, and carried her off toward a certain direction.
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In the shaded depths of the Su Clan Ancestral Land, a