Balian was silent for a moment, and then said, "Will it make you feel better if you say this about yourself?"
Shen Jibai rubbed the thin calluses on his palms with his fingers and chuckled softly: "Yes, I feel much better. Fortunately, you are still alive. I can say these words in person in front of you. Really …It’s really great.”
Balian: "..."
All of this is Shen Jibai's own obsession. No matter how much he says, it is useless. Only by allowing himself to think things through bit by bit can he free himself from the trap.
The woman could also see that His Highness the Prince's tepid demeanor today seemed to be the same as usual, but he seemed to talk a little more than usual.
But today he really had a good vent. He seemed gentle and indifferent, but the woman knew that his mood was probably extremely agitated at the moment.
His current body cannot withstand such waves of joy and sorrow.
The woman smiled slightly and said: "Now that the matter is over, how long does Your Highness the Prince want to stay in this Forest of God's Punishment?"
Bailian said: "Will you leave this place earlier? I have a special status and cannot go out with you."
Naturally, it is impossible for him to follow Shen Jibai out of the Forest of God's Punishment. Shen Jibai's identity is too eye-catching. If he goes with him, he will definitely follow the clues and let the people of Kunlun Jingxu find out whether the people of the True Immortal Sect are dead. in his hand.
Balian is not worried about his identity being exposed, but it will still bring some unnecessary trouble to him if it is exposed so quickly.
This will still have a great impact on some of his next plans.
Shen Jibai's mind was exquisite and clear, and he could understand it with just a few clicks. He nodded and said: "The spiritual root I promised you, the most perfect spiritual root in the world, has been completed."
Bailian said in a daze: "Now I don't have any spiritual roots anymore."
Shen Jibai smiled slightly and said, "But your mother can use it, right?"
Bai Lian was silent for a moment.
Shen Jibai said: "I have heard about Lady Yingji. The last step of the spiritual root I refined was added with the relics of the Youdu ghost, ground into powder and then refined. It was mixed with the spirit cultivated by the ghost in the middle A few months ago, I sent Pei Bai to the Zhongyou Dynasty. In order to completely integrate and refine this spiritual root, Lady Ying Ji would have to go into seclusion for several years before she could fully integrate it."
Balian said bluntly: "I do have spiritual root needs, but you don't have to go to such an extent."
The promises we made when we were young are just childish words.
Shen Jibai had been memorizing it alone for so many years, and he didn't even name the spiritual root.
But Balian knew that the omnipotent spiritual root that could backfire on his body without any side effects, and could even adapt to his body regardless of race, practice system, or attributes, must be more perfect and high-quality than the six-path spiritual root that Yingxiu had back then.
Such a spiritual root took Shen Jibai more than two hundred years of time and years.
Although he is not good at cultivation, the spiritual root technique allows him to install a top-quality spiritual root for himself at will. It is impossible for him to only have the cultivation level of Takumi realm in the past two hundred years.
The spiritual root has been given away, and it is still for my mother's use. It would be too hypocritical for Balian to express his gratitude at this moment.
He pondered for a moment and then said: "You and I have made an agreement. You don't have to focus solely on spiritual roots for the rest of your life. You might as well go out in the mountains more often, do some pure cultivation, and take care of your body and mind. It will be of great help.”
The woman smiled slightly and said, "I think this is a really good idea."
Shen Jibai's fingers were wrapped around the spiritual thread, as if he was deliberately trying to avoid Bailian's words. He smiled faintly, with a bit of stubbornness in his smile: "Although I have been away from the world for a long time, I also know that you have some outstanding beauties in the world. Yin Baishuang of Cangwu Palace, Su Jing of Taixuan Sect, oh yes, and Li Jiujiu of Lihe Sect, Ning Feiyan, Lord of the Four Rivers in the Demon Realm, um...even Cao Yunrong."
"Hmm... In total, there are five people. The rest of my life will be long. I have already achieved great success together with the spiritual root. If I don't study further, I can refine a custom-made spiritual root for each of them. You can What do you think?"
Balian's eyes were cold: "If you don't want your life, you can just mess around."
This spiritual root is not a big white radish in the vegetable field, which can grow indiscriminately if planted randomly.
It is true that Shen Jibai is a genius in the art of spiritual roots, but the art of spiritual roots is a heaven-defying art. Every artificial spiritual root born from his hands is a kind of self-loss.
Not to mention that the top-grade spiritual root that he sent to the Zhongyou Dynasty, which surpassed the six spiritual roots, was probably enough to drain all his energy for the past two hundred years.
Even though he already had the experience of creating the ultimate spiritual root, how could his body withstand such exhaustion and exhaustion?
This Shen Zhiyu doesn't look like a prince from a fairyland.
It's more like an old mother who cares about her young child. She diligently and conscientiously collects pairs of shoes for him, fearing that he won't have enough to wear.
Shen Jibai's empty smile filled his eyes with a bit of anger, and he said: "The meaning of my life, apart from creating spiritual roots, I can't think of anything else. My heart is not in the mortal world, not in the world, I have to find something for myself." Things to do.”
What’s up with this lonely speech from an empty nester?
Also, isn't Shen Jibai deaf to what's going on outside the window? It turns out that he, the prince of the Immortal Kingdom, is not idle at all. He knows Yin Baishuang and Su Jing, which is not a strange thing.
After all, the love and murder between the three sons of Tiandao had been vividly spread two hundred years ago, and everyone knew it.
However, Ning Feiyan has always been secretive. Every time he travels, he comes out as another upright immortal to contact Bailian.
Not to mention Yun Rong, who was saved by Yun Rong's help at the critical moment when he was poisoned by the rotten demon in the Beiyuan Forest. There were very few people who knew about this.
But where did Shen Jibai get this gossip from?
Really scary!
Balian pinched his eyebrows: "If you insist on doing this, I won't stop you. It's just five precious spiritual roots. The road to refining them is very long. If you are serious about it, you might as well nourish your broken body first."
A faint smile reflected on the corners of Shen Jibai's lips, and the look on his face was somewhat meaningful: "Although my body is broken, it doesn't mean that I can't have a strong body. A hidden sword in a hundred miles." , I admit that along the way, you have had more opportunities than me, but I am much stronger than you think."
"After all, in life, there will always be one or two unknown trump cards and secrets left behind."
At this time, Balian had not yet understood the meaning of Shen Jibai's words. He seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly frowned and asked, "I still don't understand something."
(There will be no updates in the early hours of the night. I continue to have throbbing pain in my head. Please be patient tomorrow and give Little White Dragon a solo stage time.)