C15 The Battle for the Inner Peak

For the past five years, Ting Ao had been living on Qing Bai's mountain, with the intention of taking him in as a disciple. Moreover, within five years, he was the only one among the second generation disciples of the White Cloud Abbey who had formed the Golden Core. Even Ling Lang could not compare to him, so it was naturally no surprise that he was sent as a disciple through the matter of the Inner Peak.

Qing Bai's cultivation had already recovered, but in the past five years, Ting Ao's demonic nature had also been rising. He could not figure out what Ting Ao was really thinking. He had to leave the White Cloud Abbey and become a demon king. When Ting Ao was still young, Qing Bai treated him like a child. The more he grew up, the more afraid he became.

That was the male lead number 18's fear of the main character. He was born with it.

What worried Qing Bai the most was that the second golden finger of the male lead would appear in the Inner Peak competition.

"Master, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Ting Ao picked up Qing Bai, who was lying weakly on the bed. It was summer, and the weather was very boring. At this time, Qing Bai was lazy and did not like to talk.

Qing Bai obediently found a comfortable position in Ting Ao's arms, but he still couldn't open his eyes. "It's too hot, I don't want to wake up."

"I brought iced drinks from the foot of the mountain. Do you want some?"

Qing Bai opened his eyes slightly and nodded. The cup was already at his lips, and the cold sour plum soup flowed along the rim of the cup and irrigated every nerve in his body. After drinking most of it, he felt much better.

Ting Ao wiped the water off his lips, "The Sect Master has already gone into seclusion and said that Master will be fully responsible for this conference."

"Senior Brother Qing Qing and Senior Brother Qing Qing will not ignore it. You and Ling Lang can just help out with a small matter."

This senior brother left this matter to me again. After all, he is the sect master. Qing Bai gritted his teeth. Seeing that the future Devil King would lower his head and look docile and innocent, he said, "Right now, you have already formed your Golden Core, and we have yet to become sworn brothers. If you don't want to stay in the White Cloud Abbey, I won't force you to stay!"

Ting Ao shifted his gaze away from Qing Bai's thin lips without leaving a trace, indicating his intentions: "Master has saved me from danger many times, and the White Cloud Abbey has long been my home. Where does Master want me to go?"

Walking into the Devil Realm, Qing Bai sighed, "I just want to tell you that once the Inner Peak Battle ends, there will be no way out."

If they were to become enemies in the future, there was no need for him to hold them back.

Retreat? Ting Ao faintly thought that he never needed to retreat. If Buddha blocked him, he would kill Buddha. If Buddha blocked him, he would kill God. What he wanted was to stay by Qing Bai's side with a more important relationship, so important that he was the only one in Qing Bai's heart.

"Don't worry, Master. I will work hard in the future and live up to your expectations."

"En!" Qing Bai agreed and treated it as an answer, "In the future, you must concentrate on cultivation. You must not have any evil thoughts or fall into the demonic path."

Qing Bai said it very seriously, and Ting Ao almost thought that he knew something, but when he looked carefully, there was no reproach in his eyes, only some fear.

Qing Bai's pure black eyes only had himself in them, but he kept feeling that he was looking at another person through him, a powerful, dark, and irresistible person.

Ting Ao did not like this feeling. He could not see through Qing Bai at this moment. When would he be able to be honest with him and there would be no more gap between the two of them?

Ting Ao's gaze was too obvious. Qing Bai turned his head and suddenly asked, "Did you send anyone to protect the safety of the Outer Mountain disciples?"

Why did he suddenly ask about Outer Mountain disciples? "Outer Mountain disciples have been separated from other sects. Foundation Establishment disciples are on duty."

"Has anyone from the Changshan Sect come?"

"Four people have come!"

"Has the son and daughter of the Changshan Sect Master arrived?"

"They're here!" The Long Mountain Sect was too small and could not be compared to the White Cloud Abbey. Why would they suddenly mention it? Among them...

"Martial Uncle Qing, look!"

Ling Yu shouted as he entered the room. His long robe was pulled up to his thighs, and his round face was covered in sweat. He knew that Martial Uncle Qing was tired of summer, so he specially went to pick thin ice grass and lit a lamp at night to cool off the mosquitoes.

However, Shorty stopped at the door. The two people on the bed were both extremely beautiful. They were both dressed in long green robes, and their long black hair was intertwined with each other. Ling Yu's little head could not understand the atmosphere, but Ting Ao's eyes were especially cautious.

"Martial Uncle Qing, are you busy?"

Qing Bai got up from Ting Ao's arms and greeted him warmly, "Did you bring the Ice Thin Grass? Hurry up and let me take a look."

Ting Ao's eyes were even more terrifying.