Hundred and Eighth Peak was shrouded in mist and rife with hidden dangers.
There were swamps that swallowed everything, evil winds that gnawed at the soul, and colossal beasts that devoured humans whole.
These perils could claim a life in an instant, which was why, over the years, no one had managed to reach the summit of Hundred and Eighth Peak.
Yet, danger and opportunity often went hand in hand.
This was also a place of great fortune, with spiritual springs bubbling and immortal herbs and potent medicines growing everywhere. Sometimes, kicking a stone might reveal a rare mineral.
What was perilous for outsiders was like a backyard garden for Ji Hanhan.
He happily foraged, gathering herbs and eating spiritual fruits, as if on a spring outing.
Ji Mo's emaciated body had recovered considerably. His pale face had regained some color, and it was believed that with another ten days to half a month of nourishment, his vitality would be fully restored.
"Huh? What's this?"
Suddenly.
His eyes lit up as he spotted a bright, glowing figure amidst the lush grass before him.
Upon closer inspection, Ji Hanhan became so excited that he leaped to his feet.
"A dragon? It's really a dragon!"
He immediately pounced, pinning it down, his mouth watering uncontrollably.
Who would have believed he had caught a dragon, a creature of myth and legend?
Unlike Long Lingli, this little white dragon had a head like a camel, horns like a deer, eyes like a rabbit, ears like an ox, a neck like a snake, a belly like a *shen*, scales like a carp, claws like an eagle, and palms like a tiger.
Its back bore eighty-one scales, embodying the ninety-nine yang numbers, undoubtedly a true dragon.
However, it was clearly still an infant, no more than ten feet long, its entire body as white as jade, looking incredibly delicious.
"My darling, my precious darling."
Ji Mo grinned foolishly, stroking the little white dragon's slender body, saliva dripping uncontrollably.
He had previously let Long Lingli go and sold Zhu Fengwu, thinking he would never taste dragon liver or phoenix gall.
He never expected happiness to arrive so swiftly; true dragon liver had come to him willingly.
"Pah, you shameless creature! Who is your darling? Hurry and take your stinking hands off me... Ah..."
The little white dragon spoke, its voice soft and sweet, yet filled with indignation.
If not for its severe injuries and inability to move, it might have severed Ji Mo's hand.
This scoundrel was too shameless, calling it "darling" and immediately reaching out to grope it, drooling like a pervert.
"Ah..."
Ji Mo hastily retracted his hand, startled. The voice sounded familiar.
With a flash of white light, the little white dragon transformed back into human form, revealing itself to be Long Lingli.
She stared at Ji Mo's somewhat familiar profile, her mind flashing back to their encounter in the Yin Pool, and she fell into a daze.
"It's you, Menglong girl."
Ji Mo recognized Ying Menglong and lamented his loss.
His chance at dragon liver was gone again.
It was an acquaintance, making it difficult to act.
"You're injured."
Ji Mo frowned, noticing Ying Menglong was covered in blood, with a shocking wound on her abdomen that was bleeding profusely.
Furthermore, her life force was rapidly weakening, and she likely wouldn't last much longer.
He reached out to press on Ying Menglong's wound, contemplating how to treat her.
Since Ying Menglong had defended him last time, saving her now would be repaying the favor.
Ying Menglong's body stiffened. What was this guy trying to do, being so clumsy?
However, strangely, the wound didn't hurt when Ji Mo pressed it; it even felt somewhat comfortable. It was bizarre!
"Let go, release me quickly."
Ying Menglong's face flushed crimson as she squirmed. Being a young girl, she couldn't tolerate such close contact with a male.
She also warned, "If you don't want to die, leave quickly."
With Di Tianzheng's methods, he would eventually find her, and Ji Mo staying by her side would inevitably lead to his demise.
Though she didn't particularly like Ji Mo, she didn't want him to die for her sake.
"Don't move around, quickly take off your clothes so I can give you some acupuncture."
Ji Mo spoke, then began to unbutton Ying Menglong's outer garment.
Take off clothes and give acupuncture?
Ying Menglong was stunned. What kind of suggestive words were these?
She was on the verge of death, and this scoundrel was still trying to take advantage of her.
Her face flushed with shame and anger. She clutched her collar tightly, unable to struggle.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be quick. It'll only take a few moments."
Ji Mo said softly, confident in his skills.
However, his reassurance only made Ying Menglong struggle harder, adopting a posture of preferring death to submission.
"Alas, since you won't cooperate, I'll have to use force."
Ji Mo, helpless, delivered a chop to her neck, knocking her unconscious.
Subsequently.
He drew several blood-stained silver needles from himself and began the treatment.
Honestly, it was becoming increasingly difficult to do good deeds these days.
After an unknown amount of time.
The unconscious Ying Menglong slowly awoke. Ji Mo was nowhere to be seen.
She only felt a soreness all over her body, as if her bones had been scattered. Her body was covered in sweat, and she had no idea what had happened.
A faint aroma of medicinal herbs permeated her being. Her wound had been carefully bandaged, and the bandage on her abdomen was even tied in a butterfly knot.
Judging by the sun's position in the sky, only about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn had passed.
"Perhaps I was overthinking it. He was just trying to save me."
Ying Menglong realized she was no longer on the brink of death; her life force was gradually returning, indicating she would survive.
"In such a short time, that scoundrel couldn't have done anything inappropriate to me."
Ying Menglong murmured. In consideration of Ji Mo's life-saving grace, she decided to forgive his disrespect.
The Ying Dragon clan had always been noble, valuing their purity more than their lives. Anyone who touched their pure bodies would face their wrath until death.
Now, she intended to spare Ji Mo, as she likely wouldn't see him again after leaving the Immortal Spirit Realm.
She got up from the ground, feeling a slight discomfort. Something seemed to be pulsing in her abdomen.
Suddenly.
Ying Menglong's entire body glowed with radiance, and her abdomen shimmered with a seven-colored auspicious light. An incredibly vast life force surged within her.
Her fatigue vanished instantly.
Her vitality rapidly increased, and her entire aura grew immensely.
Ding!
She had broken through.
She had advanced from the middle stage of the Emperor Immortal Realm to the late stage without any warning.
However, Long Lingli felt no joy at her advancement. Instead, she clutched her abdomen, her face filled with shock.
She could clearly feel a powerful life force burgeoning within her, pulsing rhythmically and continuously nourishing her body.
"I... I might be pregnant?"
Ying Menglong was stunned.
That guy was indeed fast; in such a short time, he had gotten her pregnant?!
"You scoundrel, you... I'm going to settle this with you."
Ying Menglong was on the verge of tears. In the blink of an eye, a maiden had become a wife.
No one could bear this.
Her heart filled with grievance, she wanted to find the unfaithful man who had done the deed and fled.
"Achoo..."
Ji Mo sneezed violently.
The simpleton looked bewildered, feeling as if someone was cursing him behind his back.
He rubbed his nose, then spotted a figure in the distance.
He immediately picked up a stone and stealthily crept closer.