The Feihong Sect cultivator flying at the very front, who was about to escape to safety, had his entire head severed by a cold light. Blood sprayed all over Qin Chuan’s face as he was being carried. Qin Chuan fell from the heights. The Feihong Sect disciples in the middle were too busy protecting themselves, and when he was about to fall near Su Zhuyi, Su Zhuyi caught sight of Qin Chuan’s eyes.
He was also looking at her.
Saving Qin Chuan would earn Luo Ying’s favor. If they wanted to get out, they could only rely on Luo Ying!
In just that split second, Su Zhuyi’s mind had already turned over several thoughts. The moment Qin Chuan fell beside her, she suddenly swung out her hoe to hook onto his body. Because Qin Chuan was much heavier than her and the downward force was also heavy, Su Zhuyi was dragged down several steps on the staircase. She could only grab onto the frost staircase with her hand, so her left hand was immediately cut to shreds, with flesh turning inside out!
At that moment, Su Zhuyi discovered that Luo Ying had unhesitatingly severed her left arm. That entire arm fell into the pile of clothes as a sacrificial offering, gradually disappearing.
Her entire body shot into the air, and the Qianlong Sword in her hand struck out with one slash. A silver-white giant dragon roared forth, flying from the underground depths into the sky. The silver dragon whistled through the air, and the seven black shadows surrounding the Feihong Sect disciples were crushed by the sword light. The tremendous force of the silver dragon’s ascent also caused them to be impacted, directly crashing out of the seal.
Su Zhuyi and Qin Chuan also flew out. She could already see the faint azure-gray light above her head.
It was already dawn outside.
Sunlight seemed to pour in, warming her body with a gentle warmth. She looked down—although she could no longer see the bottom of that deep abyss, she seemed to see a blood-covered one-armed female cultivator standing there, looking up at the sky.
So there were such people in this world.
People who disregard their own life and death, saving others at all costs.
How wonderful. Su Zhuyi grinned.
If there were more such fools, her chances of survival would be greater.
Su Zhuyi grinned, but just then, another sharp shriek came from underground. That sound shattered Luo Ying’s silver dragon until it was nearly broken, and also shook her until she vomited blood heavily, her internal organs seeming to shift positions. A black fire dragon drilled out from underground, ferociously extending its claws and fangs toward her.
That fire dragon was unbearably scorching, as if it wanted to completely burn dry all the flesh and blood in her body. At the moment when the fire dragon was about to devour Su Zhuyi, the Zhuxin Curse in her chest, which had been silent for so long, moved again!
The Songfeng Sword’s intent turned a ghostly green, colliding with that black fire dragon. The moment it struck the sword intent, the fire dragon paused slightly, then let out one tremendous roar after another. Su Zhuyi couldn’t hold on at all, her body falling like a kite with a broken string. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the silver dragon that was about to dissipate, using its dragon head to support Qin Chuan.
Before it dispersed, it used its last strength to push Qin Chuan out of the abyss, crashing him out of the seal.
The Triple Yang Convergence constitution was saved…
Su Zhuyi lay on her back facing the sky, watching Qin Chuan fly out of the seal and into that patch of warm light, while she fell back into the underground abyss. Those demonic cultivator shadows that had been scattered by the silver dragon regathered, blocking all the light above her head.
At the final moment, Luo Ying saved one person.
She suddenly remembered many years ago, when Qin Jianglan could only save one person, he had saved Su Qingxun. Although at that time she had suggested it herself, and the process was different, the result was the same.
She was the one who was abandoned.
From the beginning when she was abandoned by her mother, was it destined that she would be abandoned her entire life?
Su Zhuyi felt a bit dizzy.
She had never thought about such random things before. Even if abandoned by the entire world, she could still live tenaciously. It was probably because her mind was affected by that resentful, malevolent energy, she thought. Otherwise, how could she associate so much with such a tiny matter, even remembering Qin Jianglan’s face?
The same falling from great heights.
She suddenly remembered how Qin Jianglan had firmly protected her back then.
Over six hundred years, she had naively thought that only he had changed, while she hadn’t.
Heh…
She didn’t want to admit that the cold-blooded and heartless Heart-Eating Demoness had once had moments of being moved.
At the moment she was about to hit the ground, Su Zhuyi felt herself caught by a hand. Then she and the person who caught her rolled several times together, falling directly into the cold spring water. At that moment, a whirlpool appeared in the spring water, pulling her and Luo Ying forcefully downward.
Being firmly protected by that arm, Su Zhuyi didn’t feel very cold. She was just dizzy and drowsy, really unable to hold on any longer. Finally, her eyes went black and she fainted directly.
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True Spirit Realm.
Qin Jianglan was standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.
He was flipping through a jade slip, frantically absorbing information about the True Spirit Realm, cramming knowledge he had previously been unaware of.
There were many large and small realms in this world. After cultivators transcended tribulation and ascended, they would go to places with more abundant spiritual energy. The True Spirit Realm was above the original world he had been in. Because he had stepped out of the original small world and entered a broader heaven and earth, cultivators like him would understand that there were different worlds under the heavens, and interdimensional summoning arrays were thus figured out by some great powers who could travel between realms.
Qin Jianglan’s understanding at the time wasn’t deep. He was somewhat relieved that what he summoned was Little Skull and not Su Zhuyi.
Because if it had truly been Su Zhuyi, she wouldn’t have been able to withstand the pressure of crossing between realms. That is to say, if he had truly summoned Su Zhuyi over, it would only be a corpse. He had consulted many ancient texts about interdimensional summoning but had never found any methods for sending summoned beings back.
When Qin Jianglan was reading, Little Skull sat at his feet, leaning against the bookshelf.
He also held a yellowed paper book in his claws, occasionally using his finger bones to gently lift page corners, carefully and gently turning pages with light movements.
Although somewhat bored, he still didn’t disturb Qin Jianglan.
Because he knew Qin Jianglan was looking for methods in books, wanting to find his little sister.
Little Skull supported his jawbone with one hand and flipped through the book with the other. As he read, he suddenly turned to look at Qin Jianglan beside him. He discovered that Qin Jianglan’s face was somewhat pale, covering his heart area with his hand, his brows tightly locked, with deep worry between his eyebrows.
“Little Uncle, what’s wrong with you?”
The Zhuxin Curse moved again. Su Zhuyi…
What exactly had she done again, so quickly placing herself in danger again, causing his Songfeng Sword intent to be passively triggered once more? How exactly could he send Little Skull back? This kind of interdimensional summoning array was rarely used by anyone. He had discovered it from ancient scrolls, and after inquiring with several so-called great powers, he hadn’t gotten an answer. The three-hundred-year-old Qin Jianglan’s cultivation was just at the Nascent Soul stage—extremely heaven-defying in that original world, but only considered ordinary in this True Spirit Realm. He temporarily had no way to speak with more cultivator great powers.
Qin Jianglan gently pressed his heart area. His knuckles were slender as he pressed lightly. After a long time, he released his hand and reached for the jade slip beside him. What was recorded here were mostly useless ancient texts—cultivation world historical biographies, legends, and such. There were no precious cultivation techniques or pill formulas, so the prices weren’t expensive. But Qin Jianglan had looked through too many jade slips and had to support Little Skull, so recently he was also somewhat strapped for resources.
He had three Spirit Stones left on him.
He didn’t know if it was because Little Skull had been eating fewer Spirit Stones lately, but Qin Jianglan felt its bones weren’t as bright as before.