Battle Through the Heaven: Purple Heaven

"Mine… what about mine?" Xiao Yi Xian stammered, stunned.

She'd been elated when he nodded, thinking, This cold-faced jerk isn't that bad! But his next move proved her wrong—a jerk's a jerk.

With a sweep of his sleeve, Xiao Bai collected all the jade boxes from her arms, then tucked the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture into his storage ring.

Staring at her empty embrace, she realized he hadn't left her a single herb. "What's yours? Everything here is mine," he said, his voice infuriatingly calm.

Rage and grievance surged within her. I was blind to think this guy had a gentle side. She'd let her guard down, even acting cute to ask for the scroll, only to feel like a clown in his eyes now.

Fury burned, urging her to confront him, but his strength held her back. What could I do? He'd just mock my weakness. Her eyes reddened, tears welling. Giving him a desolate glance, she walked to the flowerbed, sat, hugged her knees, and sobbed quietly.

Xiao Bai ignored her, moving to the second box. "Tch, kid, you're ruthless," Yao Lao remarked, puzzled. He'd known Xiao Bai for years and thought he understood him. Xiao Bai had been cold but attentive to this girl, a rare exception alongside Xiao Xun'er. Other Xiao Clan girls got only distant politeness. After the cave, Xiao Yi Xian had clearly warmed to him, yet here he was, pushing her away.

Yao Lao shook his head, reminiscing about his own youth's simpler romances. Kids these days and their convoluted games.

Xiao Bai didn't respond, opening the second box. Inside was a black scroll. His brow arched as he lifted it, eyes landing on the side inscription: High Xuan Class Flight Dou Technique: Eagle Wings.

"This is why you came to the Magical Beast Mountain Range? Eagle Wings?" Yao Lao asked, realizing Xiao Bai's goal.

"Yep," Xiao Bai said, a spark of joy in his heart. Finally got it. Soaring through the skies—a dream unthinkable in his past life. Morning at the North Sea, evening at Cangwu—who wouldn't yearn for that? But it was a fantasy confined to cultivation novels.

In the Dou Qi Continent, flight required at least the Dou Ling realm, and even then, it was mere gliding. Only at Dou Wang, with energy wings formed from external Dou Qi, could one truly soar. Flight Dou Techniques were less techniques and more arcane methods, extending two small meridian branches in the back to enable short-range flight below Dou Wang.

This scroll, crafted from a Black Flame Purple Cloud Eagle's wings, surpassed typical methods in speed and efficiency. Not the time to practice, Xiao Bai stored it, his main goal achieved.

He turned to the third box, opening it to find a faded yellow scroll, its edges frayed with age. As expected, no surprises: High Xuan Class Dou Technique: Mad Lion's Roar, a sonic skill. If it used soul force, he'd care, but it relied on Dou Qi. He tossed it into his ring.

Glancing at the skeleton, Xiao Bai frowned. No storage ring? His soul force had scanned the cave thoroughly, spotting the remnant map, but no ring. Shaking his head, he approached the skeleton. "Senior, I've received your legacy. I'll ensure you rest in peace. Forgive me."

His soul force lifted the skeleton gently. "Thunder, come!" Crimson Bing Fire Yang Lightning erupted, striking the ground with a booming thunderclap, carving a pit just right for the bones.

As the skeleton floated in, a tattered object fell. Xiao Bai waved it into his ring.

Xiao Yi Xian, lost in her tears, snapped up at his call. Through blurry eyes, she saw the skeleton hovering, Xiao Bai glowing with crimson light, and a thunderous blast forming a scorched pit. He's that strong? What's his cultivation? Her shock faded as she recalled his treatment of her, dampening her curiosity.

Xiao Bai lowered the skeleton into the pit, covering it with soil to form a small mound. He poured a jug of wine before it from his ring.

Staring at the mound, he murmured, "What's the point of cultivation? Look at this senior—whatever their strength in life, they're just a pile of dirt now."

Yao Lao, surprised, replied, "Kid, you're too young for such gloom. Look at me—reduced to this, yet still fighting. You think it's meaningless?"

This was Xiao Bai's prime—why ponder such things?

"Heh, my mistake," Xiao Bai chuckled, not wallowing in melancholy but struck by a sudden doubt. Can this world grant immortality? Even the Great Ruler's realm—how long was its lifespan? Could it defy death? He didn't know.

If even that realm had limits, would he, like this senior, end as dust despite reaching such heights? Shaking off the thought, he dismissed it. No use worrying now. I might not even get that far.

"Rest in peace, Senior," he said softly, glancing at the mound.

Turning, he walked toward the white-clad girl, still crouched by the flowerbed, quietly grieving.