Chapter 83: Purple Gloom Shadow

"What if I add Xiao Hei and we go all out together?"

"Both publicly and privately, Lin Yang could hear the weight of Baihua Xianzi's word 'go all out'."

"That meant she already knew her own fate ahead, yet she feared neither life nor death, having prepared to sacrifice herself."

"If Baihua Xianzi can do that, then why couldn't he?"

"Moreover, reality is cruel; even if Baihua Xianzi goes all out with a resolve to die, her chance of victory is only 3.5%."

"In fact, this probability is actually tiny, not even enough to save Li Yatou and the over nine thousand disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley."

"Then what about adding him?"

'"Young Master, I understand your feelings right now, but if you launch a frontal assault, your chance of success is only about ten percent." Baihua Xianzi said.'

"She understood the Grand Priest and knew his strength; he had absolutely set up an impregnable defense and terrifyingly extreme attacks on the front, making a frontal assault tantamount to seeking death."

'"Isn't our combined chance forty‑five percent?"'

'"We can fight."'

"Lin Yang, however, did not share Baihua Xianzi's worry."

"Although the Grand Priest is undying and indestructible, extremely difficult to overthrow."

"But we must give it a try."

"A frontal assault gives him only a ten percent chance of victory."

"But that is merely his surface strength."

"What if he employs all his means?"

"As long as he can muster a fifteen percent chance."

"Then he could go fifty‑fifty with the Grand Priest."

"He could very well take a gamble."

'"Young Master, I hope you stay calm; this ten percent chance might require sacrificing both of your lives."'

"Baihua Xianzi had no choice but to remind him."

"Lin Yang laughed and said: 'Your 3.5% chance isn't also a gamble with your life?'"

'"Stop dwelling on it; I want to find a way to launch a frontal assault, swap one of the three skeletons used by the Blood Soul Blood Sacrifice Platform, and break the balance of the blood sacrifice."'

'"At the same time, I will help you pin down part of the Grand Priest's strength, then you try to break the situation with Myriad Things Breath."'

"Seeing Lin Yang so resolute,"

"Baihua Xianzi no longer dwelled on it either."

'"Alright!"'

'"We'll do just as you say, Young Master."'

"Lin Yang nodded."

"Meanwhile."

"Baihua Xianzi bowed deeply to Lin Yang."

'"Young Master, if… if we both survive and dismantle the Grand Priest's Blood Soul Blood Sacrifice Plan, then Hundred Flowers Valley is willing to honor you as an esteemed guest; all members of Hundred Flowers Valley will obey your every word, ready to scale knife‑laden mountains and plunge into fiery seas without hesitation."'

"The person before them had no familial or personal ties to Hundred Flowers Valley."

"Yet he was so fearless, willing to stake his life to save the disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley; this kindness must be remembered by the valley."

"Lin Yang merely smiled, glanced at a certain spot, not really caring about all that, but rather about what lay behind that spot."

"Immediately."

"The two split up and began their respective actions."

"——————————"

"Baihua Xianzi arrived at the center of the ancestral land."

"Before her stood a pedestal, atop which bloomed a Purple Spirit Flower."

"It was surrounded by strands of black aura, as if invaded by demonic energy, having long lost its former spiritual might and divinity."

"She knew this was the Grand Priest's doing."

"All she needed to do was use her own Myriad Things Breath to dispel the black aura on the Purple Spirit Flower."

"And restore the flower's original spirituality."

"Thus, the blood sacrifice could be halted from continuing."

"Her gaze solemn, she stood still before the Purple Spirit Flower, eyes slightly closed, her robes fluttering without wind."

"She slowly raised her hands, faint light flickering in her palms, as if connecting myriad spiritual threads."

"In an instant, the breeze around the pedestal carried a powerful surge of Myriad Things Breath; the essences of mountains and clear springs condensed into a hazy mist, the cries of birds and beasts turned into lively notes, and strands of Myriad Things Breath responded to Baihua Xianzi's summons."

"The activated Myriad Things Breath burst forth in brilliant light, forming five‑colored ribbons that swirled and entwined."

"Immediately, through Baihua Xianzi's manipulation, it flowed toward the Purple Spirit Flower; strands of Myriad Things Breath seeped into the petals and stamens, the stem trembled, and the demonic qi, like ink mist, was forced out strand by strand, then vanished in an instant."

"The once‑withered flower gradually straightened, its color shifting from dim to bright, blooming splendidly once more."

"Baihua Xianzi narrowed her eyes slightly; things seemed to be going far more smoothly than she had imagined."

"If things continued this way, she would have at least a forty‑five percent chance to stop the Grand Priest's blood sacrifice and thus save these people."

"But…"

"Just when she thought everything was settled, suddenly—"

'"Wah!"'

"Her face paled dramatically as she spat out a mouthful of blood."

'"What's going on?"'

'"Why is this happening?"'

"My myriad things aura, why does it have demonic qi?"

Baihuaxianzi looked incredulously at the myriad things aura energy she had released, which now bore demonic qi.

The main point is, after the Purple Spirit Flower absorbed that demonic qi, the Purple Spirit Flower, which had originally changed from wilting to gradually becoming upright, lost its luster again and returned to a state surrounded by demonic qi.

Moreover, the demonic qi became even denser.

"Why is this happening? I seem to have become a medium point where demonic qi and myriad things aura merge, and I now have demonic qi on me?"

Baihuaxianzi was utterly perplexed; she wanted to stop immediately, but she found that the demonic qi entwining the Purple Spirit Flower suddenly exerted force, like a suction cup, firmly gripping her hands and madly sucking the myriad things aura she released that carried demonic qi.

If this continues, she will not only be unable to break the opening of the Blood Soul Blood Sacrifice, but will also accelerate its opening.

Once the Blood Soul Blood Sacrifice begins, then the over ten thousand people here will all be killed by her.

"This…"

"What on earth is going on?"

Baihuaxianzi's mind was in turmoil; she had thought that pitting her myriad things aura against the Grand Priest in a head‑on clash would give her a thirty‑five percent chance of victory, but now she seemed to have become the Grand Priest's accomplice.

Just as Baihuaxianzi was puzzled and unable to understand,

Purple petals fell one after another, like snowfall, extremely eerie.

The falling purple petals hovered in mid‑air and actually gathered into a platform.

On the platform stood a woman clad in a purple robe; her pair of jade‑white bare feet, with toes not touching the ground, hovered above the petals, extremely spiritual.

The purple lace at the collar of her purple robe resembled a blood‑drinking poisonous snake; the tailored cut wrapped around her powerful figure, the skirt trailing on the ground like drifting dark clouds, and at the split rear, the purple silk lining flickered in and out of view.

A black‑feather cape draped over her shoulders, faint light flickering, as if cursed; the feather's movement resembled the blink of a resentful eye, sending chills down one's spine.

And she is Baihuaxianzi's master, Ziyouying, nicknamed the Grand Priest.

All these events arose because of her.

Her gloomy gaze coldly swept toward Baihuaxianzi.

"Is it an accident?" the Grand Priest asked in a tone that was neither cold nor warm.

"Is all this your doing?" Baihuaxianzi stared at the Grand Priest and asked.

"Exactly!" the Grand Priest readily admitted to this.

"You will come to a bad end." Baihuaxianzi said.

"I have heard this sentence too many times."

"Well, I am doing fine, while you just escaped from the great formation and are now trapped here—who will meet a bad end? You should know better than I do." the Grand Priest pointed at Baihuaxianzi and said.

Baihuaxianzi remained silent, but the murderous fury in her eyes did not diminish.

The Grand Priest sneered: "My good disciple, why bother trying to shake a tree with a mayfly's strength, overestimating yourself?"