Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me

In the glow of spiritual power, Xiao Yinruo looked at the crisscrossing Sanskrit on the stone wall in front of her and the pits formed by the years of wind and rain.

A few lines of black rain trickled down the wall from the top, spiritual power flickering, illuminating each trickle with exceptional clarity.

Lu Jin'an was comprehending death, while Xiao Yinruo stood with her back to him, looking at the stone wall.

The campfire not far away crackled, the light dimming since no more firewood was added, leaving the wind and rain chilly.

'It was not intentional.'

So thought Xiao Yinruo. Although Jin'an was lecherous, he was not debauched. How could he deliberately expose himself in front of her, his aunt?

He surely hadn't realized the corrosive power in the black rain at first, only encapsulating the black rain imbued with the death law within his domain for comprehension later.

'Even though he likes me, he knows restraint. Even now, alone with him, he wouldn't intentionally do such a thing.'

'Moreover, the situation is dangerous now. How could he do something to anger me?'

Xiao Yinruo pinched her brow, since hearing about Jin'an from Nanzhi and repeatedly encountering him at Sect Master Zheng's birthday banquet, strange thoughts seemed to arise concerning him.

It's not an influence of Forget Love Taoist Skill, is it...

But nonetheless, this child truly likes me, so I must remain more calm.

Xiao Yinruo let out a soft breath, spiritual power sweeping over the ground as she sat cross-legged, raising her hand to move the nearby campfire closer and added some dry wood.

Watching the flickering flames, she extended her hands over the fire, the fairness of her palms slowly turning to bring warmth to her slightly cold hands.

She flexed her well-defined fingers, listening to the increasingly steady breathing behind her, her inner peace growing as well.

'I'm the elder; regardless of what he says, I can just pretend I heard nothing.'

Xiao Yinruo's gaze lowered slightly as she withdrew her hands and formed a spell, attempting to expand the casting barrier restricted by the Buddha beads.

As an Immortal in the late stage of the Divine Presence Realm, the Palace Master of Qingmiao Palace, Xiao Yinruo was not someone who panicked when faced with danger.

She could find ways to unleash some spiritual power even when unable to use it in the Qinglian Secret Realm and avoid the perils of Buddha Burial Valley time and time again. As she said, if she had no means at all, wouldn't she be a futile Immortal?

At the cave entrance, Xiao Yinruo and Lu Jin'an were separated by no more than thirty centimeters, different spiritual powers sweeping forth from both their bodies, with only the sound of wind, rain, and the crackling of the campfire remaining.

Lu Jin'an, feeling the law of death coming towards him, manipulated the time rule within his domain, conducting a retrogression on the death rules to a certain extent, similar to capturing the Heavenly Tribulation, then extrapolating further.

It's like obtaining the answer and then deducing the process based on his inherent knowledge.

Comprehending the time rule indeed felt like gaining a cheat code.

But to a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Realm, even with some understanding of the Dao essence, there remained a vast chasm from the law.

During the extrapolation, Lu Jin'an deeply felt a sense of fatigue.

Utilizing the time rule was indeed convenient, but some details were like mathematics, where each character was understood in isolation yet became confusing when forming a complete sentence.

'This is too slow.'

Lu Jin'an's face darkened, remembering that although he had visited the Underworld before, his realm was lower than now and he hadn't entered the Eighteen Layers of Hell. Hence, his comprehension of the death rules had improved but was still limited.

Therefore, he was unwilling to miss Buddha Burial Valley, a place shrouded in the dead tide.

But solely relying on time rule to strip and comprehend was too slow!

Lu Jin'an opened his eyes, watching the howling gray mist and black rain before decisively releasing his domain to let the gray mist and black rain touch his body directly.

"What are you doing?!"

Xiao Yinruo's stern voice suddenly sounded from the side, freezing the gray mist and black rain in mid-air.

As if hearing the voice of a strict teacher, Lu Jin'an unconsciously shivered.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Yinruo, who was facing away from him, smiled, and said, "Just wanted to try it out."

"Try?"

"Painful enough to die, hurts a lot..." Lu Jin'an explained, "These words, though exaggerated, hold a certain truth of the Great Dao for cultivators..."

Xiao Yinruo calmly said, "True, but your body cannot withstand it now."

"Overstepped?" Lu Jin'an reached out to grab a handful of black rain, the corrosive agony in his palm instantly spreading through his entire body.

Even with a physique that opened five Dao Palaces, it was still defenseless against the law.

His expression slightly twisted, clearly feeling the black rain infiltrating his palm, rapidly draining the vitality from his flesh and spiritual power.

Within his body, the vigorous force within the Dao Palace began to spread on its own, a dense force of qi and blood starting to restore the injuries.

But the recovery speed was not fast.

Because among the Dao Palace Nine Stars, the Kaiyang Martial Arts Dao Palace constructed in the lungs enhances recovery and physical power.

Currently, Lu Jin'an hadn't established this Dao Palace, so for his current realm, the speed of healing injuries was relatively slow.

Xiao Yinruo heard the "hiss" of scalding flesh, her pupils reflecting the red firelight, her jet-black hair like ink draped over her shoulders, accentuating the night's darkness.

She suddenly sighed, the firelight illuminating her serene features more brightly, as she turned to face Lu Jin'an.