Chapter 247: An Miaoli’s Regret

The Netherwater Pool was no place for cultivators. Even someone as powerful as An Miaoli would be corroded by its Nether Toxin if she entered. The risk far outweighed the reward. Fighting the Wind-Thunder Jiao underwater was tantamount to seeking suffering—it was the beast’s domain. Even a cultivator a full realm higher would likely meet defeat.

So, An Miaoli merely sighed, her expression calm, and prepared to call Ye Chen to leave.

As she saw Ye Chen approaching, her luminous eyes flickered, and she opened her mouth to speak. But then she noticed him heading straight for the pool entrance the Wind-Thunder Jiao had blasted open.

Thinking he was checking for another opportunity, An Miaoli quickly called out, “Don’t get close to the pool! The beast is cunning and might still be lurking near the entrance. The Netherwater Pool blocks aura and spiritual sense, making it impossible to guard against. If it drags you in, even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn’t save you!”

But Ye Chen, mid-flight, shook his head. “The Wind-Thunder Jiao is already heavily injured. Letting it escape like this is too much of a waste. If I can act as bait to lure it out, that’s a win!”

Hearing this bold plan, An Miaoli rushed toward him. “It’s too dangerous! Stay back!”

She knew Ye Chen cared deeply for her interests, and the Wind-Thunder Jiao’s wings were indeed valuable to her. But no matter how important they were, they weren’t worth Ye Chen taking such a risk.

By now, Ye Chen was hovering just ten meters above the pool entrance, lingering briefly. The Netherwater Pool had returned to stillness, with no sign of movement.

An Miaoli, catching up, let out a sigh of relief. It seemed the Wind-Thunder Jiao was too wary to strike, likely suspecting a trap even with Ye Chen so close.

Deeply touched by Ye Chen’s willingness to act as bait, An Miaoli’s serene face softened with a faint smile. “Let’s go. In this world, what we gain is fortune, and what we lose is fate. Since we failed this time, the Wind-Thunder Jiao has likely fled elsewhere. There’s no need to linger.”

She spoke with grace and detachment.

But Ye Chen’s face showed reluctance. “The immortal path is about fighting for every chance. One step behind, and you’re behind forever. Senior An clearly needs this, and I’m not ready to give up.”

His words warmed An Miaoli’s gaze. “Fellow Daoist Ye has already done more than enough. The beast was cunning, and there’s no need to force it. The mistake was mine for being careless. Your task is still considered complete, so you won’t be assigned another by the Divine Will Sect for the next three years.”

She had lost the chance at the Wind-Thunder Wings, yet Ye Chen seemed more anxious than she was. His heartfelt dedication was evident, and it drew her closer to him.

But in the next moment, Ye Chen suddenly dove downward at an astonishing speed. Before An Miaoli could react, his body plunged into the Netherwater Pool. His voice reached her only after he vanished: “I’m not satisfied. I have a technique that might briefly resist the Nether Toxin’s corrosion…”

An Miaoli’s pupils contracted. For the first time, her face, which had remained composed even during the battle with the Wind-Thunder Jiao, showed panic. She dove after him without hesitation, but the pool’s surface was calm, with no trace of Ye Chen. Her spiritual sense couldn’t penetrate the water. There was nothing to find.

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“Come out! The Wind-Thunder Wings aren’t worth this…”

An Miaoli’s lips paled with dread.

Ye Chen had plunged into the Netherwater Pool. And for what? Just because she needed the Wind-Thunder Wings to cultivate a technique?

The pool was saturated with pervasive Nether Toxin. Lingering too long would corrode even a genius into a husk, even if they survived. Worse, the injured Wind-Thunder Jiao was still inside. If it found a human in its domain, it would undoubtedly unleash its fury in retaliation.