GBP Chapter 268 The Whole Story, The History of the Bai Family
Chapter 268 The Whole Story, The History of the Bai Family
Chu Lengyu did not answer.
The vines on the Bai family patriarch withered at a visible speed, eventually turning into ashes, leaving only an old head and a small part of a wooden chest, making him look particularly pitiful.
Even so, he did not die, and not even a few drops of blood flowed from the cut.
She carried the Bai family patriarch as if he were a wooden sculpture.
As everyone watched Chu Lengyu effortlessly resolve the crisis with the Bai family patriarch, the threat vanished, leaving behind only a shocking silence.
Witnessing this scene, their emotions surged like a tide, a mixture of relief and deep awe at Chu Lengyu's strength.
They had previously fought fiercely with the Bai family patriarch, and some of them had even been injured. Now they were sitting on the ground, panting heavily.
Mangu rubbed his eyes, seemingly unable to believe it: "This...this is it?"
"Just how strong is she?" Saintess Mingyue murmured to herself, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in her eyes.
With the balance of power already tilted so clearly, the Holy Maiden of the Dark Moon couldn't help but reassess the situation in the Central Plains.
The Central Plains, a place historically rife with conflict, has now gained another powerful cultivator—Chu Lengyu, the Grand Preceptor of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Her strength is the purest kind of strength, which brooks no questioning or provocation.
Thinking of this, Saintess Mingyue silently canceled the sect's propaganda plan. It would be safer to continue preaching south of the Yangtze River. Under the current circumstances, Mingyue Sect should keep a low profile and avoid unnecessary conflicts.
At the same time, she also began to ponder whether her own doctrines and teachings might displease the Great Xia National Preceptor, so as to avoid bringing unnecessary trouble to herself and her followers.
Luo Yu's thoughts were exactly the opposite of hers.
The East Sea forces have very little contact with the Great Xia. Since the Great Xia's Grand Preceptor is so powerful, Luo Yu believes that it is only natural for the East Sea to take the initiative to seek refuge and show goodwill.
Lady Lan and Palace Mistress Ju met in mid-air, both seeing the shock in each other's hearts.
They knew Chu Lengyu was strong, but they didn't expect her to be this strong.
In their view, an enemy that even a desperate battle might not be able to stop could be easily captured by her with a flick of her finger.
Chu Lengyu's interrogation was simple and efficient. The Bai family patriarch did not last long under her gaze before revealing everything he knew.
His voice was still hoarse, tinged with a sense of vicissitude, as he recounted the whole story: "I was originally a herb gatherer near Wushan."
“When I first discovered the ice lotus on the mountaintop, it was far less powerful than it is now, and the ice pool was not yet completely frozen.”
"When I first saw such a strange ice-blue lotus, I risked diving into the ice pool to find its roots and dig it up to sell for money. However, I was unprepared and almost lost my life in the cold lake."
Chu Lengyu severed most of the vines, suppressing the crazy and greedy impulse, allowing the Bai family patriarch to regain his senses for once after hundreds of years of madness.
The crimson in his eyes slowly faded as he recounted this distant history, a look of reminiscence on his face.
Years ago, by chance, he discovered a cave at the bottom of the lake, which was filled with a mysterious, shimmering light.
He carefully descended into the cave and saw a crystal as white as jade, tightly entwined by intricate vines.
As soon as he approached, the vines suddenly came to life, whipping and chasing him relentlessly. The Bai family patriarch had no choice but to flee to the other end of the cave, no longer daring to get close.
He stared at the vines, his heart filled with a mixture of horror and fear, feeling that they were exceptionally fierce and beyond human capability.
He was tempted to give up, but unwilling to leave empty-handed, so he moved some stones, stirred up the silt, and sealed the cave entrance, leaving it for future exploration.
Before leaving, he carefully picked a few petals of the ice lotus and took several pieces of black gravel scattered in the cave. These things became the stepping stones for him to embark on the path of cultivation in the future.
Later, thanks to the Ice Lotus, the patriarch of the Bai family formed a connection with a reclusive master, who guided him and enabled him to embark on the path of cultivation.
He practiced diligently day and night, greatly increasing his cultivation level, and his desire for that white crystal grew stronger.
He recounted, "Ten years later, I entered the Innate Realm, gathered several fellow disciples, made preparations again, and ventured deep into the ice pool and into the underground cave."
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, exchanging bewildered glances as if they had heard the most unbelievable thing in the world.
The Bai family patriarch actually had a sect? This matter has never been recorded or even rumored.
They had always thought that the Bai family patriarch was originally a cultivator with extraordinary talent, but they never expected that he was of humble origin and just an ordinary herb gatherer.
Facing the astonished gazes of the crowd, the Bai family patriarch smiled frankly and said, "That's right, they're all dead. I used them."
His voice was calm, without the slightest hint of guilt or regret.
Now, with both arms severed at the shoulders, he could only look down at his chest and slowly say, "That day, the vines also pierced my heart."
"But I survived and became its 'owner'."
He grinned, showing no regret for his choice.
Because he knew that it was that life-or-death choice that gave him unprecedented power, making him the future patriarch of the Bai family and establishing a thousand-year-old family.
Instead of living a life of obscurity as an ordinary herb gatherer or a common practitioner.
Madam Lan walked behind him and began to examine him.
His back was covered with tangled vines, their roots intertwined, completely obscuring the natural features of a human spine.
The tiny vines hidden beneath the wooden bark writhed slowly like living things, their raised veins spreading to the back of the head, their dark blue color exuding an indescribable eeriness.
Looking at the scene before her, Madam Lan felt a chill in her heart.
Perhaps the Bai family patriarch before us has already been eroded by the vines, leaving only this thin layer of human skin, barely maintaining his human form.
This scene involuntarily reminded Mrs. Lan of the scarecrow in the field.
They were stuffed with straw but dressed in human clothes, planted in the fields by farmers, left to be exposed to wind and rain, day after day, year after year, until their bodies rotted and became unrecognizable.
A wave of sorrow washed over her, and she couldn't help but ask, "What exactly are these vines?"