Chapter 928: Lu Baixi’s Breakthrough, Baize Bloodline

“Why is there White Snake bloodline here?”

Bai Zhaozhao felt surprised and puzzled.

The White Snake was a top-tier True Spirit, rare in the world.

She had never heard of any White Snake descendants in the Southern Desolation.

“This bloodline aura feels like a weak human-demon hybrid.”

The pure silver horn on Bai Zhaozhao’s forehead gleamed as she sensed the White Snake bloodline’s aura.

She realized this White Snake bloodline wasn’t from some ordinary mixed-blood descendant.

It was like her own—a human with True Spirit bloodline.

But the other was very weak.

Currently at second-rank, breaking through to third-rank.

Bai Zhaozhao immediately headed toward the source of this White Snake bloodline aura to check things out.

On one hand, the White Snake bloodline was closely related to her Baize clan.

On the other, a great calamity was approaching.

She had been sent out not just to find the anomaly her ancestor had divined through the Heavenly Derivation Chart, but also to seek out children of destiny and those with great fortune, offering them aid.

The White Snake bloodline was a top-tier True Spirit bloodline!

Anyone bearing the White Snake bloodline must have extraordinary talent, truly a person of great fortune!

Moreover, the White Snake bloodline had the power to suppress demons and ward off evil.

With the demonic calamity looming, this bloodline power could play a major role.

And the other’s White Snake bloodline was pure, so one of her parents was likely a fourth-rank White Snake descendant.

If she could invite such a White Snake descendant, it would help against the demonic calamity too.

Yet as Bai Zhaozhao neared Lu Baixi’s breakthrough site, her petite and charming figure suddenly halted. Ahead, a surge of fourth-rank demonic aura spread out.

It resembled the phantom of a Golden-Winged Roc perched there, overlooking all directions.

“This is… a fourth-rank Demon King, a Golden-Winged Great Roc descendant!”

Though Bai Zhaozhao didn’t know the specifics of the Golden-Winged Roc.

From its bloodline aura and demonic energy, she could vaguely tell it was a roc with Golden-Winged Great Roc bloodline.

The Golden-Winged Great Roc was also a top-tier True Spirit.

But wasn’t this a branch of the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range in the Southern Desolation’s Northern Region?

How could there be a Golden-Winged Great Roc descendant here?

And this Golden-Winged Roc descendant was with the White Snake bloodline.

“Is this Golden-Winged Roc treating the White Snake bloodline as prey?”

Bai Zhaozhao’s small face grew serious, her pupils shimmering with faint golden light. She didn’t think the golden roc was protecting Lu Baixi, but rather saw the girl as prey.

After all, the Golden-Winged Great Roc clan was extremely ferocious, feeding on dragon kinds.

As a descendant of the Golden-Winged Great Roc, this golden roc must be the same.

And Lu Baixi, with her White Snake bloodline, would be incredibly tempting to such a Demon King.

The only downside was her low strength, making her unappetizing to eat.

So this Golden-Winged Roc must be nurturing the White Snake bloodline, planning to devour her later.

Bai Zhaozhao’s first instinct was to rescue her.

But facing the Golden-Winged Roc ahead, she had no confidence in saving anyone.

Besides, Lu Baixi was in the midst of breaking through; rescuing her now might disrupt the process.

“Buzz!”

Bai Zhaozhao activated her divine ability. Endless starlight swirled around her, her snow-white long hair danced naturally, flickering in and out. Her form seemed to merge with the Great Void, vanishing from sight.

With her Baize bloodline and the Tianyan Sect’s inheritance, she wasn’t skilled in combat.

But in divination, concealing auras, and hiding her form, her methods were extraordinary.

Among peers, almost no cultivator could detect her presence or aura.

Then, the horn on Bai Zhaozhao’s forehead gleamed, flowing with pure and sacred radiance, as if connecting to heaven and earth. She divined how she could rescue Lu Baixi from the Golden-Winged Roc’s clutches.

Difficult, difficult, difficult…

Through her divination, Bai Zhaozhao knew that unless she paid a huge price, it would be hard to save the White Snake girl from the Golden-Winged Roc.

But in her divination, she discovered the Golden-Winged Roc ahead held no malice toward the White Snake bloodline…

“Hmm?” Bai Zhaozhao furrowed her brows, sensing something off.

Wasn’t this Golden-Winged Roc treating the White Snake bloodline as prey to nurture and then devour?

She tried divining their relationship.

Divining a fourth-rank Demon King like the Golden-Winged Roc was hugely resistant; Lu Baixi was even shielded by the Lu Family Record, blocking heavenly secrets.

Fortunately, the girl’s Baize bloodline and Tianyan Sect inheritance were exceptional.

In a vague sense, she felt that the Golden-Winged Roc and the White Snake girl weren’t in the predator-prey relationship she imagined, but rather quite close.

“What’s going on here?”

As a Baize bloodline holder, Bai Zhaozhao knew all things in the world, many secrets. So just from the aura, she could discern the Golden-Winged Roc’s situation.

But in her memory, descendants of the Golden-Winged Great Roc clan were all incredibly ferocious. How could it coexist peacefully with a White Snake bloodline, even closely?

Moreover, the White Snake clan was innately benevolent, despising evil demons. They should reject such aggressive, warlike ferocious demon races like the Golden-Winged Great Roc.

Even if this girl only possessed White Snake bloodline, she should instinctively dislike such a Golden-Winged Roc.

If not for her confidence in her divination and innate divine ability, Bai Zhaozhao might think she sensed wrong.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Zhaozhao decided to wait until the White Snake bloodline finished breaking through to third-rank, then approach and make contact to understand the situation.

At the same time, clad in black-gold armor with golden pauldrons, the youthful-looking Golden-Winged Roc gazed coldly in all directions.

When Bai Zhaozhao approached earlier, he had sensed a faint aura.

But Bai Zhaozhao’s methods were superb, and she immediately used her divine ability to conceal her form and aura.

Faced with this, the Golden-Winged Roc dared not be careless. He suddenly soared into the sky, transforming into a hundred-zhang demon form, body gleaming gold, wings like hanging clouds, radiating peerless sharp aura, dividing heaven and earth.

From all sides, feathers condensed into swords filled with killing intent, standing tall.

His two cold, sharp eyes were like twin golden suns, overlooking and illuminating everything.

If any person or demon beast approached, his one hundred and eight thousand feather swords would strike first.

Lu Baixi was breaking through to third-rank.

If anything went wrong in the process, he couldn’t explain it to his master, nor face him.

In an instant, all demon beasts within hundreds of miles trembled, roaring lowly, some even prostrating and fainting.

“Could this Golden-Winged Roc be Yangming True Lord’s spirit pet?”

From afar, merged with the Great Void and concealing her aura, Bai Zhaozhao saw the Golden-Winged Roc’s true form and thought of the currently buzzing Yangming True Lord, famous in the Southern Desolation’s Northern Region.

According to rumors, Yangming True Lord’s spirit pet mount was a fourth-rank Golden-Winged Roc.

She had come this way after hearing of Yangming True Lord, planning to visit Jiang Kingdom.

To check his background and see if he was the anomaly her sect’s ancestor had divined.

Though based on timing, this Yangming True Lord didn’t match the ancestor’s anomaly.

But a top Nascent Soul powerhouse appearing in such a remote place warranted Tianyan Sect’s attention.

“This is already near Jiang Kingdom; this Golden-Winged Roc is likely Yangming True Lord’s spirit pet.”

Bai Zhaozhao was ninety percent sure the Golden-Winged Roc before her was Yangming True Lord’s spirit pet mount.

On one hand, such fourth-rank rocs were extremely rare.

The chance of coincidence was too small.

On the other, it came from her innate sensing.

“Could this White Snake bloodline be related to Yangming True Lord?”

Bai Zhaozhao’s eyes shimmered with faint golden light as she looked at Lu Baixi in breakthrough, pondering.

Once this thought arose, her innate ability vaguely told her it was likely correct.

She vaguely guessed this girl with White Snake bloodline was probably Yangming True Lord’s daughter.

“If so, this Yangming True Lord must be a righteous cultivator with a noble heart.”

Bai Zhaozhao mused thoughtfully.

Though Yangming True Lord had slain True Lord Mingsha of the Yin Ghost Sect, helping Jiang and Yue Kingdoms repel Liang Kingdom’s demonic forces.

That didn’t necessarily mean he was a righteous and benevolent cultivator.

For example, intelligence she obtained suggested Yangming True Lord had unclear ties with Jin Kingdom’s Five Poisons Sect.

But.

If this White Snake girl was Yangming True Lord’s daughter, then he was definitely a righteous and benevolent cultivator!

The reason was simple.

To birth such a True Spirit bloodline, either Yangming True Lord had White Snake bloodline, or he had gained the favor of a White Snake descendant.

And a cultivator with impure intentions could never gain a White Snake descendant’s favor!

So this Yangming True Lord must be a righteous and benevolent orthodox cultivator!

In this moment, Bai Zhaozhao looked forward even more to visiting Yangming True Lord.

A demon cultivator’s breakthrough, though similar to a Foundation Establishment cultivator forming a core, differed greatly in process.

But with resources Lu Changsheng had prepared early and the solid foundation the Golden-Winged Roc had taught over half a year, Lu Baixi’s entire breakthrough was risk-free and smooth.

Three months later, Lu Baixi successfully broke through.

Though her White Snake bloodline caused a huge commotion, easily attracting other demon beasts and Demon Kings to attack.

With the Golden-Winged Roc, a fourth-rank Demon King, guarding her, releasing demonic aura and setting up one hundred and eight thousand feather swords, no demon beast or Demon King dared approach even half a step.

Even those nearing a hundred miles were instantly slain by the Golden-Winged Roc.

Only Bai Zhaozhao, a Nascent Soul True Lord with True Spirit bloodline, remained.

“As expected of White Snake bloodline, mastering immortal music melodies. This great Dao rare sound even helps me.”

Though far away, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, Bai Zhaozhao watched Lu Baixi’s situation and could clearly hear the latter’s breakthrough Dao rare sound.

This rare sound was like a beautiful melody, bringing her a bit of mental joy in that moment.

The path of music, cultivated to profundity, was not only mysterious and unpredictable, killing invisibly.

It could also stir emotions through melodies, cleanse minds, expel inner demons and stray thoughts.

Or stimulate potential, promoting growth in demon beasts and spiritual plants—truly vast and profound.

The White Snake clan excelled in this, innately attuned to the Dao of music.

“Bai Zhaozhao of Tianyan Sect greets True Lord Golden Roc and congratulates this young friend on her breakthrough.”

Seeing Lu Baixi had broken through, Bai Zhaozhao no longer hid, appearing before the Golden-Winged Roc. She cupped her hands in salute and introduced herself.

Though she had Baize bloodline, having grown up in Tianyan Sect, she didn’t use her Baize identity.

The Golden-Winged Roc saw the suddenly appearing Bai Zhaozhao and bluntly said, “Scram!”

His one hundred and eight thousand feathers trembled, erupting in terrifying golden sword light, killing intent soaring, shaking heaven and earth.

“True Lord Golden Roc, I mean no harm. I came sensing the White Snake bloodline, just to make an acquaintance.”

Bai Zhaozhao stepped back a few paces and spoke.

She hadn’t approached earlier, knowing the Golden-Winged Roc, as a Golden-Winged Great Roc descendant, had a ferocious and violent nature, hard to deal with. So she waited until Lu Baixi’s breakthrough finished.

She didn’t expect the Golden-Winged Roc’s attitude to still be so nasty.

Seeing Bai Zhaozhao came for Lu Baixi, the Golden-Winged Roc’s expression grew even more unfriendly.

But he could tell Bai Zhaozhao was no ordinary person—a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Her earlier concealment of form and aura had fooled him.

Considering Lu Baixi had just broken through and needed a quiet place to rest, the Golden-Winged Roc’s one hundred and eight thousand feathers suddenly struck out like a golden terror storm, sweeping toward Bai Zhaozhao.

Then, with a claw grab, he took the post-breakthrough Lu Baixi and tore through the sky, departing.

Seeing the Golden-Winged Roc attack directly, Bai Zhaozhao’s exquisite face couldn’t help but frown, thinking such True Spirit descendants were truly vile.

How could Lu Baixi, with her White Snake bloodline, associate with such a vile demon race, even closely?

But facing the ocean-like storm of sword feathers destroying everything, Bai Zhaozhao didn’t think much. She quickly produced a pale golden jade book.

The jade book flipped open on its own, myriad spiritual patterns and restrictions reflecting heavenly rules interwove and bloomed, forming a Sumeru mustard seed barrier, isolating heaven and earth.

“Boom boom boom—”

The one hundred and eight thousand feathers engulfed everything, as if splitting heaven and earth, creating endless terrifying might.

Moments later, Bai Zhaozhao in her snow-white dress, hair dancing, her small face cold and indifferent, watched the vanished Golden-Winged Roc.

Though she could track the Golden-Winged Roc and Lu Baixi via demonic aura and divination.

But given the Golden-Winged Roc’s vile attitude, she had no interest in inviting trouble.

She decided to first visit Yangming True Lord in Jiang Kingdom.

“I wonder how Yangming True Lord tamed this Golden-Winged Roc.” Bai Zhaozhao pondered inwardly.

Demon beasts like the Golden-Winged Roc, with untamable ferocity, could only be raised from hatching, basically impossible to tame later.

Even raising from young required time, effort, and methods to train and subdue.

Otherwise, they’d still disobey.

In their brief encounter, she saw the Golden-Winged Roc brimming with savage ferocity.

Yet with Yangming True Lord absent, this ferocious roc was willing to care for Lu Baixi, a girl with True Spirit bloodline—quite contradictory.

At this moment, Bai Zhaozhao was incredibly curious about this roc’s master, the Yangming True Lord now famous in the Southern Desolation’s Northern Region.

But thinking of how she had shown goodwill, waiting here so long, only for the Golden-Winged Roc to attack on sight, anger welled up in Bai Zhaozhao.

“Hmph!” She snorted coldly. A food box appeared before her, and she grabbed two glossy, crispy, fragrant chicken legs, devouring them in a few bites, cheeks puffing like a hamster’s. Then she lifted a bag of beast milk and guzzled it down.

After a while, turning her annoyance into appetite, Bai Zhaozhao felt much better.

Then, chewing slowly, she flew toward Jiang Kingdom.

In the Forbidden Sea, deep in the palace on Green Dragon Island.

On the massive bed carved from deep blue sea marrow jade, Lu Changsheng sat cross-legged behind Ao Long, palms pressed to her back, infusing Yin-Yang magical energy throughout her body to help balance and control the rampaging power within.

After these days of assistance, Lu Changsheng now knew the source of Ao Long’s uncontrolled power was her Azure Dragon bloodline.

She must have obtained some opportunity or heavenly treasure, advancing her bloodline power further.

But her strength was insufficient, and poisoned with deadly toxin, causing the power to go out of control, rampaging constantly within.

As the poison was resolved, with his help, Ao Long could gradually master and digest this power.

But the process was somewhat slow.

Or rather, accustomed to quick resolutions, Lu Changsheng hadn’t adapted to solving issues on a yearly scale.

Otherwise, for a Nascent Soul cultivator or fourth-rank Demon King, resolving such a problem in just one or two years was incredibly efficient.

“Sigh, I hope the favorability maxes out, or this will be a huge loss.”

Lu Changsheng thought inwardly, feeling that at this pace, it’d take at least another year or so to fully help Ao Long control this power. It was too delaying, wasting too much of his time.

He even considered pausing for now, having Ao Long move to Fuhai Sect.

That way, he’d have time to help her balance yin and yang, controlling this power.

Just then, a system prompt sounded in Lu Changsheng’s mind.

[Congratulations, host, your first offspring has become a third-rank demon clan member, granting one rare lottery draw opportunity!]