1407 Quasi-Celestial Skeleton

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No, perhaps she could even disregard attacks from people in the lower levels of the spiritual realm, as well.

Moreover, this kind of bone marrow transformation was still progressing as time passed.

This time, Qiao Mu genuinely experienced the dread of her skeleton breaking down and then being reconstructed. That was the pain of getting her bones reforged after they were snapped inch by inch.

Even the veins in her body couldn't resist howling madly.

It hurt!

It hurt!!

It f*cking hurt so badly!

However, she could not fear this kind of pain. The more she thought about it, the more it would hurt. Only by facing it directly could she overcome this kind of psychological fear.

Hence, Miss Qiao just blocked off her senses and eliminated any distracting thoughts, letting her mind go completely blank.

Yet blocking off your senses did not mean you would automatically be oblivious to this kind of pain that came from your bone marrow. That kind of pain that was ingrained within actually still existed but was just more tolerable now.

Qiao Mu suddenly opened her eyes. From her inner sight, she discovered that her bone marrow, which was originally glowing white, was now enveloped with a light purple.

This kind of shining purple glow was still transitioning into a faint pinkish-yellow color.

However, her forehead was dripping with cold sweat. She could feel that she was nearly turning numb to the pain from the bone marrow in her body.

Suddenly, a pink figure appeared beside her, and the little lady plopped to the ground with a flick of his sleeve.

A certain venerable immortal gave a sigh and flicked his sleeve again to catch her body.

The sapling Qiuqiu's treant face was filled with remorse as he bounced out from the paradise. "Master, Master. Master."

"So d*mn noisy." His Excellency the Venerable Immortal irritably flicked away this garrulous treant. "You truly are too brazen. You actually gave her a divine-rank bone forging pill. Do you know what could have happened if she couldn't endure it?"

"Tha-That wouldn't hap-happen to Ma-Master."

The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal gave the treant a fierce glare. "She has now already attained a quasi-celestial skeleton. What do you say will happen if she takes it up one more notch? Her mystic realm cultivation simply cannot endure this kind of vigorous metamorphosis of flesh and bone, she will…"

"It won't, it won't, it won't!!" The little treant made circles on the spot as sweat streamed down his head. He then bawled, "I-I was wrong, I was wrong, Venerable Immortal, qui-quickly save her, Your Excellency."

"She's fine." The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal glared at the sapling. "You had best firmly bear in mind that haste brings no success."

The little treant wilted, his head drooping.

Five days later, when Qiao Mu opened her eyes dazedly, she got thunderstruck by the bawling little treant that suddenly jumped in front of her.

What exactly had the sapling gone through? The leaves on his head had gotten burnt, and he had dark circles around his eyes like a panda. It looked as if he had gotten beaten up multiple times.

Qiao Mu instantly turned speechless, and she stroked the scorched leaves on the sapling's head. "What happened to you."

"Master!!" Just as the sapling was about to hop joyously onto the bed, he got cuffed and kicked to the corner by the water child that suddenly jumped forward. Thus, the sapling could only hold his head and count mushrooms in the corner while whimpering.

"Master!" Tears splattered from the water child's cheeks. Yet with a flip of her hand, Qiao Mu took out a bottle from her inner world to catch the sacred water in a practiced fashion.

The water child: …

"Master, Master, you worried us to death." A cubic dirt clump suddenly popped out from behind the water child. He spoke loudly, "You don't know, you've been unconscious for four to five days. It could simply scare a person to death."