A Mortal's Start in the Spirit Beast Mountain

Chapter 459 Subduing the Blood Turtle

Silver Moon's small body trembled slightly, her silver fur moving without wind. She closed her eyes, seemingly enduring the pain and confusion brought on by the shock of memories.

After a while, the trembling gradually subsided. She slowly opened her eyes, and her once lively and cunning eyes now held a deep and weary look, as if she had experienced many hardships. Her temperament was also subtly different from that of the lively and clever little wolf spirit she had been before.

She looked at Luo Ming, her voice no longer as clear and lively as before, but carrying a calm and complex meaning: "Brother Luo, I—I have indeed remembered some things, although they are still very fragmented. But I can confirm that this demon—was indeed one of the demon race Nascent Soul cultivators who followed me down to the mortal realm back then, and its true form is a Blood Turtle with Xuanwu bloodline."

She paused, looked at Luo Ming, and pleaded in her eyes: "Brother Luo, this demon—could you let me handle it? Saving his life might—be of great use to both of us."

Luo Ming frowned slightly, not immediately agreeing. It wasn't that he didn't trust Yin Yue, but he always harbored deep suspicion towards that Nascent Soul demon soul. This demon was cunning and knew about Yin Yue's past. Although its strength had been greatly diminished, its realm and knowledge remained. Once it escaped or recovered, it was hard to guarantee that it wouldn't turn against him.

Silver Moon seemed to see through Luo Ming's concerns. Now that she had regained some of her memories, her mind was even clearer. She continued, "Brother Luo, I understand your worries. Given the demon's current state—with less than one-tenth of its soul power remaining and almost collapsed—Brother Luo only needs to use that silver flame to plant the most domineering soul restriction in its core to completely control its life and death. If Brother Luo is still worried—"

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, and she lowered her voice slightly: "There is an even safer method—we can refine this demonic soul into a weapon spirit," binding it to Brother Luo's natal magic weapon. In this way, its life and death will be linked to Brother Luo's natal magic weapon, making it difficult for it to harbor any disloyalty.

Moreover, a magical artifact possessing a spirit of a transformed demon will undoubtedly have its power greatly increased.

Upon hearing this, Luo Ming's heart stirred. He looked at the trembling Blood Turtle Demon Soul, whose soul body fluctuated violently after hearing "refine into a weapon spirit," his eyes cold, clearly seriously considering the proposal.

Upon hearing Yin Yue's words, especially the phrase "refine into a weapon spirit," the Blood Turtle Demon Soul trembled violently, its eyes revealing extreme resentment and fear. It had once been a high-ranking Nascent Soul cultivator; how could it willingly become the weapon spirit of someone else's magical artifact, forever a slave?

Just as it was struggling internally, Silver Moon's calm yet undeniably authoritative voice rang out again, this time addressed to it: "Blood Turtle, if you still believe in me, then do not resist. Serve Brother Bailuo as your master with sincerity. Perhaps—this is your only chance to return to the Spirit Realm, and even to reshape your Dao body in the future. Otherwise, today will be the day your soul is scattered, and ten thousand years of arduous cultivation will be in vain."

Silver Moon spoke in a calm tone, as if she were simply stating a fact.

The Blood Turtle Demon Soul trembled, its scarlet eyes flashing intensely.

Several hours later.

"BOOM—!!!"

With a muffled thud, the ancient cave, which had been hidden deep underground for nearly twenty years, imprisoning Luo Ming and the others, and sealing the Divine Transformation Blood Turtle for ten thousand years, began to collapse as a whole due to a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy inside and Luo Ming's deliberate sabotage.

The boulders collapsed, and dust filled the air, quickly burying all traces in endless darkness and ruins.

A streak of inconspicuous azure light silently emerged from the ruins of the collapsed cave entrance, soaring into the sky and hurtling towards the exit of the secret realm. It was none other than Luo Ming, who had already resolved all the troubles and reaped enormous rewards.

At this moment, a storage bag hanging from his waist contained the pale golden blood turtle skeleton, which had lost most of its essence but was still quite valuable. In particular, the "undying golden marrow" that might exist in its bone marrow would be of great benefit to both him and the Xuan Turtle.

Within his dantian, a "Mysterious Yuan Pearl" that was warm and smooth like jade and shimmered with spiritual light floated quietly. Inside the pearl, a tiny, pale golden tortoise-shaped phantom could be vaguely seen, sleeping with its eyes closed. Deep within its soul, several fine yet incredibly tough silver flame threads were wrapped around it—the soul restriction formed by the Devouring Spirit Silver Flame.

Luo Ming ultimately adopted some of Yin Yue's suggestions, completely refining the Blood Turtle Demon Soul into a weapon spirit and planting a double restriction in its soul core.

Although the journey was perilous, the gains far exceeded expectations. His body refinement cultivation broke through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage, the strength of his three avatars greatly improved, he subdued a Nascent Soul stage demon soul, obtained a Nascent Soul stage demon bone containing "golden marrow," and Silver Moon's memories were restored to a great extent—his strength was more than twice that before entering the secret realm.

As Luo Ming flew away, silently taking stock of his spoils and planning for the future, a flash of silver light appeared on his shoulder, and a palm-sized silver wolf reappeared.

At this moment, although Silver Moon still had that miniature appearance, her eyes and temperament were quite different from before. She had lost some of her liveliness and liveliness, and gained more gentleness and calmness. The way she looked at Luo Ming also carried a hint of indescribable complexity.

She remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, her voice soft yet carrying a sense of world-weariness: "Brother Luo, just now I absorbed some key memory fragments transmitted by that blood turtle, and I also awakened some fragmented memories myself—although still incomplete, I can piece together many past events. I never imagined that so many things happened in my past life—"

She paused slightly, looked at Luo Ming, and her eyes became exceptionally serious: "Brother Luo, in the future—I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to take me to the Great Jin."

Upon hearing this, Luo Ming's heart stirred.

The Great Jin? That's a much more vast and prosperous center of the human realm, beyond the southern regions. Silver Moon's purpose in going to the Great Jin is—

It is highly likely related to her other half of her main soul, which is sealed somewhere in Kunwu Mountain!

Yin Yue probably doesn't know that the avatar of the Holy Ancestor, which her other half of her soul was suppressing, is actually about to break free. Even if he were at the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage, he would still perish if he went there carelessly.

He frowned almost imperceptibly, but didn't show much on his face. He simply looked calmly at Yin Yue, while his mind raced, trying to figure out how to politely refuse, or at least wait until he was strong enough.

Seeing Luo Ming's silence, Yin Yue seemed to guess what he was thinking. Just as she was about to explain something, Luo Ming's expression suddenly changed. His eyes flashed like lightning as he looked at the distant horizon. The cold lines on his face softened unconsciously, and a slight smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that Ling Yuling and Miaoyu informed Yao'er of my escape. They came quite quickly," he muttered to himself, a hint of tenderness in his voice.

Yin Yue, who was standing nearby, also instantly sensed the rapidly approaching light from afar. The aura was familiar; it was none other than Luo Ming's Daoist partner, Yuan Yao.

Looking at the fleeting tenderness on Luo Ming's face, she felt a surge of complex emotions welling up inside her. There was a bittersweet feeling, a sense of loss, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.

But all of this happened in an instant. She quickly adjusted her mindset, and her usual lively and mischievous expression returned to her face. She even playfully stuck out her pink tongue at Luo Ming and said in a light tone, "Hehe, it seems that Sister Yuan Yao has come looking for us! Yin Yue won't be in the way here and disturb Brother Luo and Sister's happy reunion!"

Before she finished speaking, the silver wolf she had transformed into turned into a streak of light and "whoosh" disappeared into Luo Ming's sleeve, returning to the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner" that nurtured countless yin spirits and temporarily served as her dwelling place.

Inside the banner, Silver Moon lay quietly, her expression once again becoming complex and distant. She began to silently digest and organize the memories she had obtained from Blood Turtle, as well as the scattered fragments of her awakening.

Memories of the past flooded back like a tide, leaving this little wolf, who had just rediscovered a part of her "self," with a troubled mind.

Meanwhile, outside, the familiar black beam of light was getting closer and closer, and a graceful and beautiful figure could be vaguely seen rushing towards Luo Ming's location.

No sooner had Luo Ming finished speaking than a swift black streak of light pierced the sky, landing precisely a short distance in front of him. The light faded, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful figure that no matter how many times one had seen her, she was still stunning—it was Yuan Yao.

She wore a purple palace dress, which made her skin look as white as snow, and her appearance was even more radiant and beautiful than it had been twenty years ago, but her brows were shrouded in a layer of lingering worry and anxiety.

When she saw Luo Ming standing there unharmed with a gentle smile on his face, her worry instantly melted away, turning into a relieved joy. But then, that joy turned into a hint of barely perceptible reproach.

Seeing her travel-worn and with genuine affection in her eyes, Luo Ming's heart softened. He stepped forward and gently embraced her, feeling her soft, warm body in his arms. He whispered, "Yao'er, I'm back. You've had a hard time these past years."

Yuan Yao let him hold her, gently pressing her cheek against his firm chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat. But then, as if remembering something, her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She raised her eyes, her shimmering eyes looking at Luo Ming with a mixture of tenderness and a hint of a half-smile. Her lips parted slightly: "Yao'er's hardships are nothing compared to yours, Brother Luo. You've spent nearly twenty years with those two beauties, Ling Family Sister and Fairy Miaoyu, in the depths of that dark and gloomy secret realm—I'm sure you endured a lot, Brother Luo?"

When she said the word "endure," she deliberately slowed down her speech, emphasized her words, and even gently bit her lower lip. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of cunning and a touch of jealousy amidst her allure.

Luo Ming: "————"

The gentle smile on his face froze instantly, and the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Six months later, deep within the Bright Moon Pavilion, in a secret chamber filled with the richest spiritual energy and heavily guarded with restrictions.

Luo Ming sat cross-legged, his aura deep and concentrated.

He had just had an in-depth cultivation exchange with Yuan Yao, helping her to further consolidate her cultivation and regulate her true essence. At this moment, Yuan Yao had entered a quiet room and officially begun her seclusion, attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul realm, which countless cultivators dream of.