Chapter 322: Chapter 322: Correcting the Girl’s Unfortunate Life (46)

"I’ll try the summoning again for you this weekend."

Wuh Huai paused: "Actually, it’s fine like this. If it doesn’t work, so be it."

He was being truthful; life was quite good as it was now.

But seeing Qiann Yan’s serious look, he still said, "Then let’s give it a try."

After all, it was a fairy’s heartfelt wish, and it could not be wasted.

Over the weekend, Qiann Yan and Wuh Huai went to a slightly secluded place. According to Qiann Yan’s calculations, the area was filled with a heavier shade of yin energy, making it quite suitable for the summoning ritual.

Wuh Huai sat to the side, keeping watch, while Qiann Yan performed the summoning technique.

Time passed bit by bit. Qiann Yan remained seated in the same spot without any movement, causing Wuh Huai to grow somewhat anxious. He wasn’t afraid of failure; he was worried that something might happen to Qiann Yan.

Meanwhile, in the cultivation world unbeknownst to Qiann Yan and Wuh Huai.

Master Bai Hong and Shang Tong were locked in a fierce battle; Master Bai Hong ultimately had the upper hand, leaving Shang Tong battered and bruised, with no option but to flee.

"Bai Hong! Do you really have to do this?" Shang Tong was filled with resentment, "You’ve always been upright in conduct, yet today you resort to ambush!"

Shang Tong spat out a mouthful of blood, his face aghast. He truly hadn’t expected Master Bai Hong to ambush him.

If it weren’t for his timely reaction, his primordial spirit might have been shattered by the opponent.

Even so, he was in great discomfort. He could only rely on years of battle experience and the magical treasure on him to hold on.

Master Bai Hong, with hair white as snow and draped in a gray robe, had lost his formerly benevolent expression, replaced by a murderous intent.

He attacked like a madman. After barely pausing to hear Shang Tong’s words, he continued his relentless assault.

The Flying Immortal Sect members, witnessing this, dared not intervene.

Simply because Master Bai Hong had stated earlier that this was a personal vendetta between him and Shang Tong, unrelated to the sect.

If anyone dared to interfere, he would kill them.

The members of the Flying Immortal Sect had never seen Master Bai Hong so angry before. He had always been lenient with others, leading everyone to guess that Shang Tong must have done something to provoke him.

"You indulged Shang Ruqi in harming my apprentice, intending to scatter her very soul. Isn’t that enough?" Master Bai Hong said coldly, "Shang Tong, let’s settle this today. It’s either you die, or you die."

Shang Tong: "Bai Hong..."

Master Bai Hong, however, showed no intention of letting him speak, his attack grew fiercer.

In the end, Shang Tong was no match for Master Bai Hong and was pierced through the heart by his sword. As Shang Tong’s primordial spirit attempted to flee, he hadn’t expected Master Bai Hong to already have a magical treasure ready, encompassing his entire being.

In a critical moment, Shang Tong ruthlessly chose to self-detonate his primordial spirit, yet secretly retained a sliver of it, using a secret technique to flee.

As Shang Tong exploded, Master Bai Hong instinctively dodged. Looking at the devastation at the scene, his hatred slightly dissipated.

He gazed into the distance, fingers continuously calculating something unknown. Finally, he burst into crazed laughter.

He stepped over Shang Tong’s corpse, kicking it into a filthy ditch, which left the onlookers with chills. No one dared to provoke such a Master Bai Hong.

"From today onwards, I, Bai Hong, will no longer concern myself with matters of the cultivation world nor the sect, devoting myself entirely to the pursuit of the Dao."

Meanwhile, the sliver of Shang Tong’s primordial spirit had already escaped to another place using a secret technique.

Noticing the spiritual energy here was thin, his expression darkened.

Especially now that his primordial spirit was weak, he needed to find a host body quickly.

He chose a direction and charged forward without hesitation; the host body needed to be found within three days. Ideally, it should be someone with a weaker spirit so he could possess and devour them.