146: Nothing's wrong? You call this nothing?

"Nothing? You call this nothing?!"

Su Lin watched the scene before him, his scalp tingling.

Luo Ximei's current state could no longer be described as bad.

It was simply disintegration.

That seemingly gentle wisp of white light revealed its true nature the moment it entered her body.

Luo Ximei's proud Body Integration Stage Devilish Qi wasn't even worthy of being called energy in front of it.

Upon mere contact, the dark red Devilish Qi was forcefully devoured by the white light.

"Ah!!!"

Luo Ximei finally couldn't hold back.

She threw her head back and let out a tragic scream.

The skin on her body began to crack extensively; fresh blood surged out only to be evaporated into nothingness by the white light.

"Revered Master!" Su Lin grew anxious. He no longer cared about propriety, raising his hand to mobilize the spatial Law he had just comprehended, attempting to forcibly sever the connection between the wisp of light and Luo Ximei.

"What are you doing? Stay put and watch."

Ling Xin didn't even turn her head.

She merely pressed her hand casually in the air.

Su Lin's recently condensed spatial Law instantly fizzled out.

A complete sense of powerlessness.

"This disciple of yours has a big heart and a big appetite."

Ling Xin folded her arms, watching Luo Ximei struggle in pain amidst the light, her tone even carrying a hint of admiration.

"She wants to completely swallow my Origin, not refine it.

Tsk tsk, she really dares to think big."

"Swallow it? She'll burst!" Su Lin roared.

"Bursting is her own choice." Ling Xin glanced at Su Lin.

"What? You feel bad? Weren't you just as resolute when you self-destructed to save them?"

Though sharp-tongued, Ling Xin's fingers subtly twitched.

An extremely faint but incredibly resilient spiritual energy barrier silently protected the core of Luo Ximei's Sea of Consciousness, which was on the verge of collapse.

Su Lin saw it, and his suspended heart finally eased by half.

This old demoness—no, this Revered Master—was indeed still the same.

Saying she'd let people die, but still soft-hearted deep down.

Luo Ximei in the field had already become a blood person.

But strangely, even in such pain, even with her body repeatedly teetering on the brink of collapse,

her blood-red eyes remained fixed on the Void Realm ahead, not closing for even a single moment.

What was she looking at?

Following her gaze, Su Lin realized she wasn't looking anywhere else; she was looking at him.

She was looking at him.

At this critical moment of life and death, she didn't look at the sky, the earth, or the powerful being who bestowed her strength; she only looked at him.

"Mas... ter..."

She stretched out her hand, a hand already showing bone, trembling as it reached out towards Su Lin's direction.

It wasn't a plea for help.

Su Lin was too familiar with that gesture.

It was the movement of wanting to grasp something, to confirm that something was still there.

She was confirming that he was still there.

As long as Revered Master was still there, she dared not die, and could not die.

"What a lunatic." Ling Xin shook her head, but the smile in her eyes grew wider.

"Little Lin, your luck is truly enviable.

You even managed to pick up a fanatic like this."

"Since she wants you so much, don't just stand there foolishly."

Ling Xin suddenly raised her foot and kicked Su Lin's backside.

"Go, give her some encouragement. Otherwise, she'll really be assimilated into an idiot by this power."

Su Lin was caught off guard and staggered forward from the kick, directly rushing into the edge of the violent energy field.

The white light didn't attack him; instead, because he carried Ling Xin's previous aura, it showed a strange closeness towards him.

Su Lin steadied himself, looking at Luo Ximei, who was close at hand and already disfigured.

He took a deep breath.

"Luo Ximei!"

He didn't use a gentle tone, but rather shouted sharply.

"Look at the horrible state you're in! You're hideous!"

"You said you wanted to possess me, is it with this body that's about to fall apart at any moment?!"

"You can't even control this power, and you still want to control me? Dream on!"

These words were as venomous as if he had just learned them from Ling Xin.

But the effect was immediate.

Luo Ximei, who was originally on the verge of collapse and whose consciousness was starting to blur,

trembled violently when she heard the words "hideous" and "can't control me."

Her originally somewhat unfocused pupils instantly refocused.

Hideous?

Revered Master says I'm hideous?

No!

Absolutely not!

I am the Demonic Venerable!

How can I show such an ugly state in front of Revered Master!

Also... can't control him?

What a joke!

That absolute possessiveness for Su Lin, etched into her bones, transformed into a stimulant stronger than any Spirit Pill at this moment.

"I... can..."

She gritted her teeth, which were chattering, but she still squeezed out the words.

"I am the best!"

"Get in there!!!"

Accompanying her roar, the Devilish Qi within her, which had been suppressed and retreating, miraculously bounced back from the bottom.

The Devilish Qi no longer merely resisted; it began to become frantic and greedy.

Mimicking the white light, they opened their mouths and, in turn, began to bite and devour that lofty Origin power.

It was a life-for-life kind of devouring.

So what if you're Advanced? So what if you're stronger than me?

I'm a lunatic, I don't even care about my life, I'm going to bite off a piece of you!

Boom!

White light and red glow completely exploded at this moment, completely engulfing Luo Ximei's figure.

Su Lin was sent flying by the shockwave, and before he could land, a hand grabbed the back of his collar, gently placing him on the ground.

"Alright, it's done."

Ling Xin's voice rang in his ear.

Su Lin quickly looked up.

The light dissipated.

Luo Ximei stood in place.

The wounds on her body were healing at a visible speed, her new skin was smooth as jade, even more delicate than before.

Her originally dark red long dress was completely destroyed; now, she was covered in a flowing magical robe woven from black and white energy.

Her hair had grown long, reaching her ankles, and among her inky black hair, there was a single, strikingly conspicuous strand of snow-white hair.

That wisp of white hair didn't make her look old; instead, it added an enchanting sense of divinity to her.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Her left eye was still a profound dark red, the extreme of the Demonic Path.

Her right eye, however, had turned a pure white-gold, a manifestation of Ling Xin's Origin power.

Two completely different powers had achieved a terrifying balance within her body.

Great Perfection of Integration Stage.

Her Realm hadn't changed, but Su Lin could feel that Luo Ximei, at this moment,

if she were to encounter Immortal Master Xuanhe again, she probably wouldn't need the myriad soul banner,

nor would she need to fight desperately; just one slap would be enough to flatten the old man into the ground.

It was a leap in life's essence.

"Mas... ter..."

Luo Ximei spoke.

Her voice was no longer hoarse; instead, it carried a strange magnetism that made even the Divine Soul tremble slightly upon hearing it.

She raised her hand, looking at her newly formed skin, and then felt the vast, ocean-like power within her body.

Then, she looked up at Su Lin, a brilliant smile blooming on her face.

The next second, her figure flickered.

Too fast.

Su Lin only saw a blur before a soft, warm body had already crashed into his arms.

The immense impact made him take two steps back before he could steady himself.

Luo Ximei hugged him tightly, with such force that it felt like she wanted to knead him into her own body.

"Revered Master! I did it!"

"Am I very strong now? Am I prettier than before? You said I was hideous just now, I won't have it!"

She rubbed against Su Lin in his arms, like a large cat that had won a fight outside and returned for praise.

Only, this large cat's claws were a bit sharp, and Su Lin's ribs were aching faintly from the embrace.

"Let... let go..."

Su Lin patted her back, saying with difficulty, "You're too strong now; this old Revered Master's bones are going to fall apart."

Upon hearing this, Luo Ximei quickly loosened her grip a bit, but her hands still held his waist tightly, unwilling to let go completely.

She looked up, her white-gold right eye still glowing faintly, staring at Su Lin.