Re-birth: The Beginning after the End - Chapter 212

Chapter 212: AGGRESSION PURIFIED
Taking advantage of this momentary disorientation, Li Hua launched herself upward in a perfect arc, her daggers flashing with concentrated essence as she severed the main vines holding the disciple. As the unconscious woman began to fall, Li Hua manifested wind essence that materialized as swirling currents beneath her. The gentle whirlwind caught the disciple mid-fall, cradling her limp form and carrying her safely away from the bubbling pool toward where Mo Xing stood.

Gently, Li Hua laid the disciple down beside him. But before Li Hua could extract herself from the operation, the plant’s central mass erupted in rage. Dozens of tendrils thicker than a person’s arm shot upward, targeting the person who had dared to interfere with its feeding.

Li Hua twisted mid-air to avoid the first wave of attacks, her daggers slicing through vegetable matter with practiced efficiency. But for every vine she severed, three more appeared, converging from all directions with unnatural coordination.

As the onslaught intensified, Li Hua’s expression shifted from tactical calculation to something more fundamental. Her movements stilled for a fraction of a second, a dangerous pause that Mo Xing recognized instantly.

“Breath of the World,” he murmured, a knowing smile spreading across his features as he watched her technique unfold. His golden eyes gleamed with appreciation and something deeper as he observed her essence perfectly synchronize with the environment. “She’s magnificent.”

Li Hua exhaled slowly, her spiritual signature gradually transforming—not diminishing, but dispersing, spreading outward until it became indistinguishable from the ambient energy of the Verdant Expanse itself.

To spiritual perception, she seemed to vanish, her essence perfectly synchronized with the natural Qi that permeated the environment. The predatory plant’s attacks faltered, tendrils whipping uncertainly as it lost track of its target among the indistinguishable energy currents.

In this state of perfect camouflage, Li Hua moved with newfound freedom, her form sliding between attacking vines. Her daggers, previously gleaming with wood essence, now transformed—their blades wreathed in vivid crimson flames that burned without consuming their physical form.

With each strike of her flame-wreathed daggers, Li Hua targeted not random tendrils but specific nodes she could perceive within the plant’s structure—consciousness clusters that coordinated its predatory functions. The fire didn’t merely sever the vegetation but consumed the predatory intent itself, purifying rather than destroying.

The plant retaliated with unexpected ferocity, its remaining tendrils coalescing into a massive fist-like structure that slammed down toward Li Hua with enough force to shatter stone. She pivoted at the last possible moment, her body becoming nearly horizontal as she slid beneath the crushing blow. Three more vine-clusters attacked simultaneously from different angles, forcing her into a desperate aerial evasion that sent her tumbling through a narrow gap between two converging attacks.

A secondary defense mechanism activated—the plant released a cloud of luminescent spores that glittered like suspended stars in the clearing’s humid air. Mo Xing’s eyes widened in recognition—contact with such spores would paralyze a cultivator’s meridians within seconds. Li Hua seemed to recognize the threat instinctively, summoning a surge of wind essence that swirled around her in protective currents, the concentrated gale forcing the deadly spores away from her skin and lungs before they could make contact.

With a burst of acceleration that left even Mo Xing momentarily breathless, Li Hua launched herself directly toward the plant’s core—a counterintuitive tactic that confused its defensive instincts. Her form blurred as she executed seven simultaneous strikes against vital points, each hit precisely calibrated to disrupt rather than destroy.

The massive spirit vine shuddered, its attacks faltering as its spirit nodes struggled to maintain their focus. Li Hua pressed her advantage mercilessly, her daggers leaving trails of crimson fire as she systematically disabled the plant’s offensive capabilities. When a desperate tendril managed to graze her shoulder, she didn’t retreat but instead used the contact to drive her essence directly into the plant’s spiritual core, introducing a disruptive energy that temporarily paralyzed its remaining aggressive structures.

Mo Xing followed Li Hua’s calculated attacks with appreciative assessment, watching as she reached the main predatory plant and systematically purified its aggressive intent. Then he sensed a surge of concentrated wood essence flooding the clearing—Li Hua had shifted tactics, now appeasing the plant’s fundamental hunger by offering a measured portion of her own spiritual energy as compensation for the prey she’d taken from it.

A flicker of concern crossed his features as he monitored the energy transfer. If she gave too much of her essence, she would be dangerously depleted for the challenges that still awaited them. But his concern dissolved almost immediately—his Little Tempest possessed remarkable control over her essence. Her offering was precisely calculated—enough to satisfy the plant consciousness without compromising her own reserves.

With a final pulse of emerald light that rippled through the clearing, Li Hua completed the purification and materialized before him in a blur of motion, arriving just as Elder Fu and the other disciples pushed through the surrounding vegetation.

“What happened?” Elder Fu demanded, his weathered features tight with concern as his gaze swept over the unconscious disciple and the transformed clearing. His eyes narrowed slightly as he noted the unnatural stillness of the vegetation—plants that should have been aggressive now docile and reordered.

“We were fortunate,” Mo Xing replied with casual nonchalance, shrugging as if their rescue had been routine rather than extraordinary. “We managed to reach the junior disciple before the binding vine could drag her to its digestion pool.” He deliberately omitted any mention of Li Hua’s exceptional techniques. “A simple extraction, nothing worthy of note.”

Elder Fu’s eyes shifted between them, his centuries of cultivation experience allowing him to sense the lingering traces of dense spiritual essence in the clearing.

“Indeed,” the elder responded after a measured pause, his tone suggesting he recognized the deflection but chose not to challenge it immediately. “Fortunate timing.”

As Yang Mei began administering treatment to the rescued disciple, Elder Fu directed the reformation of their traveling configuration. Throughout the process, his occasional glances toward Li Hua carried new assessment—as if recalculating her place within the expedition’s hierarchy of talent.

As the expedition reformed its traveling arrangement, Mo Xing positioned himself slightly closer to Li Hua than protocol dictated, his golden eyes constantly scanning the surrounding vegetation for further threats. The subtle adjustment in his stance was barely noticeable to most observers, yet conveyed both protection and possession—a territorial declaration that seemed as instinctive as it was deliberate.

Meanwhile, Mei Lin—who had spent much of the previous day’s journey clinging to Yang Mei and complaining of exhaustion—now found remarkable reserves of energy as she maneuvered closer to the pair. Her earlier fatigue had vanished completely, replaced by animated alertness and poorly concealed interest.

When Mo Xing had first embarrassed her during their initial encounter, she had attempted to dismiss her attraction, convincing herself he was merely average in talent and unworthy of her attention. Now, however, her assessment had shifted dramatically.

Her eyes fixed on Mo Xing with renewed appreciation, a calculating gleam replacing her previous disdain. The spiritual perception she extended toward him betrayed her rekindled interest—delicate, probing tendrils seeking to understand the true extent of his capabilities and perhaps find a path back into his good graces.

Mo Xing’s expression remained unreadable, but Li Hua sensed the subtle shift in his spiritual energy as he effortlessly erected an invisible barrier around both of them. The transparent shield of refined spiritual essence deflected Mei Lin’s probing tendrils without the woman even realizing her intrusion had been blocked. Li Hua could feel the wave of disgust emanating from Mo Xing, causing her to shake her head slightly at the woman’s desperate attempt.

“You are truly remarkable,” Mei Lin remarked, voice pitched to sound casual though the subtle flutter in her tone suggested deeper motives. “I had no idea you possessed such extraordinary battle techniques, Junior Brother.” Her gaze lingered appreciatively on his form before reluctantly acknowledging Li Hua with a quick glance. “And how did you move so fast?”