With a loud "Bang!", the straw scattered, and charred wood fragments flew across the hall. A disheveled figure emerged from a far-off corner of Hao Yue Hall, clutching her waist, and shouted angrily towards the main hall.
“What kind of ‘Number One Hall in the Demon Realm’ doesn’t even have a decent alchemy furnace?! Blacksmith! Don’t you have a conscience?”
On the rooftop, Hua Hong, chewing on a wild grass stalk, watched the ashy-faced and exasperated Bai Shuo with visible irritation.
“Whether I have a conscience or not, I can’t say, but you, little alchemist, don’t seem to have much of one yourself.”
“What am I supposed to feel guilty for?”
“Not guilty, huh? Fine, let’s count. Since you arrived at our Hao Yue Hall, you’ve blown up eight side halls, burned down 325 first-grade spiritual plants, and used up 1,234 pieces of spiritual wood…”
“Hey, hey, enough! I’m working tirelessly, night and day, to refine these pills so we can stock Hao Yue Hall with treasures. Eighty first-grade spiritual pills! The storeroom’s packed to the brim. What more do you want?” Bai Shuo’s eyes widened in pride.
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
“These are life-saving treasures! You just don’t appreciate them!”
Hua Hong rolled his eyes and leapt down from the rooftop, deflating her confidence. “Even for a demigod, if they’re truly hurt, taking a first-grade pill would be as effective as drinking water. Ever heard of that? Those things you’re making are useless for the Hall Master.”
Bai Shuo froze, a fleeting emotion in her eyes, then she flared up, chin raised defiantly. “Who said I was making them for him? I’m making them for our Hao Yue Hall brothers!”
“Then on behalf of the brothers, I thank you. Keep at it,” Hua Hong yawned, waving her off as he turned to leave.
“Hey, wait.”
“What now?”
“Where’s Big Demon? I haven’t seen him for a few days,” Bai Shuo asked with a casual cough, glancing up at the sky.
Hua Hong raised an eyebrow. “Dancing around the question all this time, only to ask it anyway. What’s wrong? Miss the Hall Master?”
“Who’s missing him? Always so cold, like I owe him a hall full of spirit pearls. I just noticed the spirit herbs in the storeroom are running low, so I thought I’d ask him for a few more.”
“Oh…” Hua Hong let out a mischievous laugh.
“Forget it! I’m off to make more pills.” Bai Shuo turned to leave.
“There’s a trace of bodhi energy in the western borders of the Demon Realm. The Hall Master went searching for the Bodhi Tree!”
Hearing this, Bai Shuo halted and immediately turned back.
The Bodhi Tree? So Big Demon is still searching for the Bodhi Tree.
“Hey, Hua Hong, why is your Hall Master searching all three realms for the Bodhi Tree?”
Bai Shuo’s face filled with curiosity. From the day she met Fan Yue, he had been looking for the Bodhi Tree. But he’s a demon, so why would he seek a sacred tree?
Fan Yue was already a demigod, so could the sacred Bodhi Tree further strengthen his divine power, helping him reach full godhood sooner?
“You’re quite dense, aren’t you? That’s the Hall Master’s secret. Do you think I’d dare ask him and shorten my life by a few years?” Hua Hong spread his hands, watching Bai Shuo's silent reaction, then leaned in, laughing. “If you’re that curious, go ask him yourself. You’re a nine-lived fox; it’s not like you’ll die…”
Hua Hong shook his head, then froze and slapped his mouth hard. “There I go again, running my mouth. Talking about something pointless, especially that dumb fox… Little Bai, I’m going on a long journey. If that scoundrel asks about me, just tell him I died!”
“Which scoundrel…?” Bai Shuo began to ask, but Hua Hong had already disappeared into the sky.
A loud crash followed as a red, fiery object landed on the ground. Bai Shuo looked down to see a small, proud red fox with a bushy tail pacing back and forth, eventually transforming into a young man.
“Little Bai, do I look dashing?”
Bai Shuo blinked, feigning interest. “Dashing.”
“Where’s my little Hua Hong? It’s been three days and five hours since I last saw her, and I’m dying to see her. Where is she?” Mu Jiu’s fox eyes darted around eagerly.
“Oh, she said she died.” Bai Shuo shrugged, completely serious.
“She said… she died?” Mu Jiu’s eyes widened.
“Yep.” Bai Shuo nodded.
“Did she mention where she died?”
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