Strangely, the impact only dispersed the Spiritual Qi barrier and did not harm either of them.
Wu Fei's gaze shifted slightly. This vortex...
Yin Fan noticed this too. Raising an eyebrow, he took a water-repelling pearl from his storage ring.
Although the vortex could not harm them, it left Wu Fei and Yin Fan unable to keep their footing. They could only barely steady themselves as they spun along with it.
Wu Fei focused on the depths of the vortex drawing ever closer, summoning the Silent Dust Pearl into his hand to prepare for any danger that might come.
Just then, something slightly cool pressed against the corner of his lips. Wu Fei raised his eyes. Yin Fan held a blue-green water-repelling pearl between his fingers, pressing it to his mouth.
Seeing him look over, Yin Fan transmitted his voice: "A water-repelling pearl."
Looking into Yin Fan's eyes, Wu Fei slowly parted his lips and took the water-repelling pearl into his mouth, nearly taking his fingertips in with it. The contact was fleeting. Only after Yin Fan moved his fingers away did he lower his eyes and continue watching the rapidly approaching center of the vortex.
Yin Fan lightly curled his withdrawn hand, his gaze shifting slightly. Even in the midst of the vortex, he could not help being briefly distracted by that light touch.
Author's note:
Why are all you cuties worried that I'm moving too fast? Maybe I've been having too much fun writing lately, hahaha. But don't worry, everyone, this book will be over two hundred thousand characters no matter what-
Thank you all so much for your support. I'll keep working hard. Kisses!
Chapter 17: A stirring in the Exquisite Heart
The enormous vortex swept them around at high speed. Anyone else caught in this situation would probably have been filled with terror. Wu Fei and Yin Fan were likely the only two who would still have the leisure to think about other things at a time like this.
As they drew closer to the depths of the vortex, Wu Fei tightened his grip on the Silent Dust Pearl, his expression turning slightly grave.
Suddenly, white light flashed before their eyes. The Silent Dust Pearl in Wu Fei's hand instantly transformed into a pale golden barrier. Yin Fan acted at the same moment, covering the barrier with dark Demonic Qi.
With a muffled thud, the space around Wu Fei and Yin Fan abruptly emptied. As though they had broken through some kind of medium, they plummeted.
With the white light no longer blocking his view, Wu Fei quickly scanned the scene below, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes. Then the two landed steadily.
Yin Fan withdrew his Demonic Qi and looked up at the sight before him, a hint of shock appearing in his eyes. "Where is this?"
Above them lay seawater of a deep, dark blue, while below was an entirely different scene, rich with Spiritual Qi. An invisible barrier forcibly separated the two worlds.
Such a situation was simply... unheard of.
Wu Fei narrowed his eyes, his thoughts turning. First the mysterious space beneath Clear Heart Village, and now a mysterious space in the Flame Spirit Realm. Somewhere in the Unseen, it was as though an invisible hand was pushing all of this along...
After a moment's thought, Wu Fei released his Divine Sense to examine their surroundings. This place resembled an altar, with four enormous stone pillars standing at its corners. Carved upon them were all manner of divine beasts and fierce beasts, their savage features so lifelike.
At the center of the altar was a shallow, slightly sunken basin holding a pool of pale green liquid, just deep enough to cover their ankles. Wu Fei and Yin Fan had fallen right into it.
"Hmm?"
Yin Fan suddenly spoke, bending down to retrieve a Spirit Stone from the water at his feet. It was clear and pure, without a trace of impurity.
"Is this... a Supreme-Grade Spirit Stone?"
On closer inspection, Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones like this covered the entire altar.
Wu Fei extended his Divine Sense into the water beneath his feet, a touch of surprise rising in his eyes. "This is Spirit Liquid."
Once Spiritual Qi reached a certain concentration, it condensed into drops of Spirit Liquid. Who knew how many years it had taken to gather this entire basin of Spirit Liquid so rich in Spiritual Qi, to say nothing of the even more precious Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones at the bottom.
With just a brief circulation of his cultivation method, the dense Spiritual Qi around him rushed eagerly into his body, leaving him refreshed.
But the Flame Spirit Realm would only remain open for a month. After a brief attempt, Wu Fei stopped and took out his glazed golden bowl. It shone with a faint golden light as the Spirit Liquid on the altar gathered into a stream and was slowly drawn inside.
Yin Fan's Myriad Spirits Body automatically absorbed the surrounding Spiritual Qi. Even denser than that within the great inheritance tomb, it left his Myriad Spirits Body feeling thoroughly at ease.
Once the last drop of Spirit Liquid had been taken, Yin Fan said from beside him, "Buddha's Son, take the Spirit Stones as well."
Wu Fei considered briefly, then nodded slightly and collected all the Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones too.
Since he and the protagonist were together all the time, it made no difference whose storage ring held the Spirit Stones.
At this, the corners of Yin Fan's lips lifted slightly. He turned to step down from the altar, only for Wu Fei to call him back.
"Wait." Wu Fei's voice was slightly low as he slowly approached the Demon Venerable, whose eyes held a questioning look.
"Your hand," Wu Fei said mildly. His unruffled tone gave Yin Fan no clue what he intended to do.
Yin Fan lifted his eyes slightly, his ink-dark gaze fixed on Wu Fei, and slowly extended his hand.
The next instant, something slightly cool landed in his palm, and the Buddha's Son's fingertips lightly brushed across it, making the Demon Venerable involuntarily curl his hand.
Wu Fei withdrew his hand with a natural expression. "It will help your spirit body."
The protagonist's Myriad Spirits Body could automatically absorb the Spiritual Qi within Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones. What Wu Fei had placed in his palm was one such stone.
Yin Fan looked at the Spirit Stone pressed into his hand. The moment it touched his palm, his Myriad Spirits Body began rapidly absorbing its Spiritual Qi.
He raised his eyes toward the Buddha's Son before him, the corners of his lips curling upward. The obsession in his eyes deepened, and the Demonic Qi around him stirred slightly with its master's state of mind.
"Let's find a way out of here first," Wu Fei said.
Otherwise, if they missed the one-month deadline, they would have to wait another two hundred years to leave.
With that, Wu Fei turned and descended the steps on one side of the altar. Looking back, he saw that, for some reason, the protagonist was still standing where he had been. He could not help calling, "Junior Brother Jing?"
Yin Fan came back to himself at his words. He simply jumped down from the altar and followed Wu Fei, asking, "Senior Brother Wu Fei, how did you know about my spirit body?"
"I guessed it in the great inheritance tomb," Wu Fei said.
Yin Fan had always been cautious. Even Cang Xiao only thought him exceptionally gifted and did not know that the true reason was his special constitution. Even in his presence, Yin Fan had never let anything slip. Had Wu Fei not read the original novel, he might not have noticed either.