Little Turtle's Miraculous Effect! Withstanding an Earth Extreme Realm Attack!

Little Bao scurried up to Ning Fan's chest in a few quick movements, then pushed off with its small legs. Its strength was not particularly great.

It merely launched its body a few meters forward, placing itself directly between Ning Fan and the incoming shards of light.

"What!?"

Ning Fan was stunned.

Could this little turtle actually be trying to protect him?

But that shattered light possessed power comparable to a full-force strike from an early Earth Extreme Realm cultivator. And Little Bao had only just advanced to the Profound Extreme Realm.

Could it possibly withstand such an attack?

Ning Fan did not know.

Yet, he had no other recourse. Little Bao was determined to block it, and Ning Fan, suspended in mid-air, was helpless to stop it.

"Buzz-"

Accompanied by a profound surge of spiritual power, a dark glow flickered across Little Bao's shell. The light expanded instantly, condensing into a black, turtle-shell shield before them. The shield bore the same unique patterns as Little Bao's own shell.

It radiated a mysterious, unfathomable fluctuation.

"Boom-"

The shattered light struck the turtle-shell shield, resulting in a deafening roar. Countless red specks of spiritual energy detonated across the surface of the shield.

The attack, capable of rivaling a full-force strike from an early Earth Extreme Realm cultivator, was actually held back by the shield Little Bao had conjured!

"Little Bao!!"

Ning Fan exclaimed, surprise lighting up his eyes. He had already steeled himself for death, never expecting the little turtle to block such a terrifying strike.

"What!?"

"What is that thing!?"

"..."

Watching the red light being repelled, the disciples observing from outside the battlefield cried out in astonishment. They were shocked that Ning Fan could negate an attack of this magnitude-it completely transcended the capabilities of a Profound Extreme Realm cultivator!

"Wait, it wasn't Ning Fan who blocked it-it was his spirit pet."

"That turtle!"

Some sharp-eyed observers noticed the shield originated from Little Bao. Since the creature had been clinging conspicuously to Ning Fan's shoulder, many had seen it.

But no one had anticipated that it was a creature of such hidden power.

"An Earth Extreme Realm spirit pet!?"

"How could Ning Fan be worthy of such a thing!?"

"But if it weren't an Earth Extreme Realm spirit pet, how could it have blocked that strike!?"

"..."

Doubts and murmurs rippled through the crowd.

Ning Fan was clearly a disciple without significant backing, hailing from the lowest-ranked Changming Peak. Yet, his methods seemed to mirror those of a disciple from a deeply rooted, prestigious sect family.

It was truly bizarre.

"Little Bao..."

Seeing Ning Fan was unharmed, Yun Qingyao seemed to sag with relief, letting out a long, shaky breath as a sense of fortune filled her heart.

However, Ning Fan could feel the strain on Little Bao.

It was not easy for the creature.

The thin, sharp shards of light gradually crumbled against the shield, but the patterns on the turtle-shell were also growing blurred and dim. Ning Fan sensed that the shield's ability to withstand such a powerful strike relied entirely on those mysterious markings.

Once the patterns vanished, the defensive power would plummet.

Ning Fan reached out to search the abdomen of the lion-bodied, leopard-tailed, winged Hybrid Demon Beast. Finally, his fingers brushed against a hard, round sphere!

It was the Yin Yang Origin Core.

The moment Ning Fan gripped the core, a cracking sound emerged from the turtle shield. By now, the patterns had all faded into dimness.

Fortunately, only an inch of the shattered light remained.

"Pfft-"

The residual light struck Little Bao's physical body, slamming the turtle and Ning Fan's chest together. The immense force caused Ning Fan to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Feeling the tremendous impact, a wave of lingering fear washed over him.

If he had taken that strike with his own body, he would likely have been shattered to pieces.

Thank goodness for Little Bao.

Although the shield had blocked ninety percent of the force, the lingering momentum still tore Ning Fan away from the Hybrid Demon Beast. Fortunately, at the last moment, Ning Fan had already yanked the Yin Yang Origin Core from the beast's body. As he plummeted, he immediately began refining it.

But he had no time to check his internal improvement now.

At this rate of descent, he was bound to suffer serious injury.

"Husband!!"

A reassuring cry rang out. Yun Qingyao took several large strides toward his landing spot and leaped into the air.

She caught Ning Fan roughly ten meters above the ground.

"Hmph."

Yun Qingyao let out a muffled grunt, spinning in mid-air to dissipate the majority of the force before they crashed heavily into the earth.

"Scratch-"

They slid across the ground for over ten meters before finally coming to a halt.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao were covered in bloody abrasions from the gravel, but these injuries were far lighter than if they had landed unsupported.

At this moment.

"Clang-"

A sword cry echoed through the air. Lingxu Fairy swung her spiritual sword, instantly shattering the remaining thin beam of light. The sword qi then shot directly toward the Flesh Puppet.

The Flesh Puppet could not dodge.

With one strike, Lingxu Fairy cleaved the Flesh Puppet in two. Simultaneously, a pill containing a dense aura of blood and vitality floated out from the puppet's core.

Lingxu Fairy's figure flickered, and she snatched it from the air.

"Is that the fated chance Lingxu Fairy sought!?"

"That is no longer a Yin Yang Origin Core, but something far more terrifying. What could it be?"

"I don't know, but if the Saintess values it, it cannot be an ordinary object."

"..."

Whispers arose. The disciples were naturally curious about the treasure Lingxu Fairy had obtained, yet none dared to harbor greed.

Who would dare covet the fated chance of this lofty Saintess?

That would be courting death.

Lingxu Fairy's gaze drifted toward the disciples. A hint of contemplation flashed in her eyes. She dragged the massive remains of the Flesh Puppet toward the crowd.

Finally, she stopped before Ning Fan.

"Disciple Ning Fan."

"Huh?"

Exhausted, Ning Fan was lying on Yun Qingyao's lap. He could barely muster the energy to rise, so he offered a vague response to the Saintess.

"Apologies."

"Due to my error, you nearly lost your life. Consider this corpse compensation. You should find it useful."

Lingxu Fairy spoke in her characteristically cool, detached voice.

"Oh?"

Ning Fan raised an eyebrow.

Had Lingxu Fairy witnessed Little Bao devouring the remains of the Hybrid Demon Beast?

How could she have known this would be useful to him?

Before Ning Fan could process this, Little Bao crawled down from his body and slowly waddled toward the Flesh Puppet's corpse.

It seemed the corpse was quite tempting to the little turtle.

But Ning Fan was more concerned about Little Bao's well-being after the impact.

However, he realized he had worried in vain. There wasn't a single scratch on the turtle's shell. Only the dark glow and the patterns had faded-likely just due to excessive consumption of spiritual power.

It could recover with time.

After tossing the corpse to Ning Fan, Lingxu Fairy turned and departed, leaving only a cold, elegant silhouette behind.

Ning Fan thanked her from afar and accepted the carcass.

No one else dared to interfere. First, because it was a direct order from the Saintess, and second, because the hybrid beast's remains had little value to anyone else.

Everything returned to calm. Ning Fan began to examine the progress he had made in the Yin Yang Profound Scripture. Upon inspection, his eyes widened.

Ning Fan was overjoyed!

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