Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor-Chapter 772 - 265: You’re Back

Ye Beiming’s eyes flickered with a tinge of bewilderment. It was that glimmer of bewilderment that gave Yun Sheng her chance, and with her soft arms, she hugged him tightly.

She did not care about the half-beastified sharp scales on his body, nor his blood-drenched form.

In Yun Sheng’s eyes, there was no fear, only absolute trust.

She knew that Ye Beiming would not hurt her.

A familiar fragrance wafted into his slightly stiff embrace.

As he felt that unusual warmth, Ye Beiming’s body stiffened, and in an instant, Yun Sheng’s hands wrapped around his neck, and the needle hidden in her hand accurately pierced the back of Ye Beiming’s head.

As the needle tip penetrated, a thunderous noise erupted in Ye Beiming’s head, and the layer of red in his eyes gradually dissipated, returning to gray.

The black scales on his arms faded away, and he steadied himself, embracing the person who had thrown herself into his arms, his breathing shifting from rapid to calm.

Greedy for the familiar and warm scent of the woman, he caressed her soft hair.

That feeling of regained possession made Ye Beiming’s heart sink inch by inch.

If possible, he would never want to let go of the person in his arms for the rest of his life.

Under Ye Beiming’s gray eyes was a tender gaze, "You’ve come back."

Yun Sheng gently nodded her head.

The Blood Evil Energy that surrounded him disappeared in an instant, without a trace.

The frenzied Blood Evil Energy that rushed toward him could no longer come close.

Ye Beiming held Yun Sheng tight, her soft body exuding a fresh fragrance.

It was Yun Sheng, she was alright, she was still fine.

The tumultuous lake of his heart became unprecedentedly calm.

Yun Sheng pressed against Ye Beiming’s chest, feeling his violently heaving chest, and her heart too softened little by little.

The bystanders were all terrified.

The descendants of the Eight Desolate Beast Clan were also utterly shocked.

Especially Hei Linlin, who had not expected Yun Sheng’s influence over Ye Beiming to be so profound.

A moment ago, Ye Beiming was like a blood-soaked God of War, but now, he had become just an ordinary man.

An ordinary man immersed in the joy of regaining what he had lost, looking at his lover with the gentlest gaze.

Jealousy raged in Hei Linlin’s heart; she envied Yun Sheng and also longed to capture that man’s most attentive gaze for herself.

Lu was seemingly lost in herself, looking at Yun Sheng whose face showed a touch of shyness. Despite her angry expression, the redness of her cheeks and the way she gritted her teeth were particularly grating.

"Ahem, I must say, Beiming, you do not look quite presentable," remarked the Ghost Prison Elder upon seeing his disciple return to normal, his furrowed brow betraying his delight.

Only then did Yun Sheng notice that Ye Beiming’s upper body, due to the fierce combat earlier, was bare, as his battle armor was completely destroyed.

She had recklessly charged forward and embraced Ye Beiming without a second thought.

Now, under everyone’s watchful eyes, it looked as though she had thrown herself into his arms.

And Ye Huli, that guy, was still holding her tightly.

"Let go, we’re making a fool of ourselves," Yun Sheng was mortified. She could imagine the crowd behind her judging her bold actions.

"What? You threw yourself into my arms just now. There’s no hurry; I want to hold you a bit longer, lest you vanish again. If you’re worried about losing face, then don’t lift your head. I will take you away," Ye Beiming appeared completely unconcerned, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

He had become the Ye Beiming that Yun Sheng both hated and adored.

However, Yun Sheng felt more accustomed to this version of Ye Beiming.

With a sweep of his simian arm, he scooped up Yun Sheng in his embrace.

Yun Sheng, imagining the countless ambiguous gazes behind her, decided to do as Ye Beiming said—becoming an ostrich burying its head in the sand, and refusing to raise her head at all costs.

Now, Yun Sheng’s whole body was buried in front of Ye Beiming, unaware of the comments from others. Her mind was a mess, and she couldn’t think clearly.

She also did not notice the jealous gazes that followed as Ye Beiming carried her out of the crowd.

Watching Yun Sheng being taken further away, resting her head on Ye Beiming’s body, Qi and Lu couldn’t help feeling a deep sadness.

Hei Linlin clenched her fists tightly, a deep murderous aura on her young face.

The crisis surrounding Ye Beiming was resolved, and the Ghost Prison Elders sighed in relief.

Only then did the Ghost Prison Elders remember that there was a descendent of the Eight Desolate Beast Clan in the Dutian Blood Seal.

Hei Linlin and others had more or less sustained injuries. The eight of them were holding their ground against the Ghost Prison Great Elder.

The Ghost Prison Great Elder looked at the eight young men and women before him, who were the most outstanding descendants of the Eight Desolate Beast Clan.

If they were to be killed, the Bahuang Tribe would suffer tremendous losses. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

To kill, or not to kill.

Similarly, the Descendants of the Eight Desolates were also looking towards the Ghost Prison Great Elder.

The murderous intent blazing in the Ghost Prison Great Elder’s eyes was clearly seen by all of them.

Seeing the Ghost Prison Great Elder’s face filled with killing intent, Lu stepped forward, pretending to bow respectfully: "Ghost Prison Elder, stop your futile fantasies of killing us. You should feel that the Dutian Blood Seal is now quite unstable. If it is not repaired soon, it will collapse."

The Ghost Prison Great Elder furrowed his brow.

What Lu said was not wrong; a critical component of the Dutian Blood Seal, the Heavenly Fox Restriction, had been forcefully broken by Ye Beiming, causing a corner of the Blood Seal to collapse.

As a result, the power of the Blood Seal was greatly diminished; at this moment, if another fierce battle were to take place here with the Eight Desolate Beast Descendants, it might cause further collapse of the Blood Seal.

If the Beast Blood Realm were to collapse, the entire Wuji Continent would likely face an onslaught of Demon Beasts.

The most urgent task was to find a way to repair the Dutian Blood Seal.

"As for the Blood Seal, this old man has his methods. What exactly is your purpose in entering the Beast Blood Realm? Speak frankly for leniency, or else, this old man doesn’t mind having a show of strength," the Ghost Prison Great Elder coldly gazed at these descendants of the Eight Desolates before him.

The Ghost Prison Great Elder had to admit in his heart that the talents of these young men and women from the Bahuang Tribe indeed surpassed their peers on the Wuji Continent.

However, Lu smiled slightly, his face appearing harmless, "Ghost Prison Great Elder, if we don’t speak, would you truly abuse your seniority and pressure us? If word of this gets out, I fear it might incur criticism."

"Hmph, with a great enemy before us, for the future of the Wuji Continent, this old man is not afraid of ridicule," retorted the Ghost Prison Great Elder with flushed cheeks, effectively cornered by Lu’s words.

"There’s no need for the Ghost Prison Great Elder to be angry. The Dutian Blood Seal is currently very unstable, and I believe the Great Elder wouldn’t just watch the Blood Seal be damaged. For the benefit of both parties, why don’t we calm down and have a proper discussion?" Though Lu appeared very youthful, his tone was experienced, showing that he was quite astute.

"What right do you have to negotiate with me," the Ghost Prison Great Elder was quite dissatisfied with Lu’s overblown assertions.

In the end, Lu and his peers were just juniors.

If there were to be negotiations, it should be initiated by the elders of the Beast God Altar.

"Because in our hands, we still hold your people," with a clap from Lu, several Beast Clan guards brought out a group of people,