An Qinghuan flew slowly, and by the time she arrived, she had just overheard what Suotang Zhenren was saying.

"The scars will never heal... You'll be disfigured!"

She stopped abruptly.

"It's over, it's over! A woman's appearance is so important. If her face is slashed, how will she face the world afterward!"

Even though An Qinghuan has begun to follow An Zhengzheng's path, she still can't escape the subconscious worry about losing her beauty.

Moreover, she has a face like An Zhengzheng's!

She grew up with An Zhengzheng and had long since figured out the reason why she disliked and competed with An Zhengzheng.

An Qinghuan knew in her heart that she had previously regarded An Zhengzheng as a rival out of jealousy.

An Zhengzheng may now be disfigured...

She didn't want An Zhengzheng to make that choice!

Looking around, many people had worried expressions on their faces.

But few people are worried about An Zhengzheng.

She overheard someone say, "It will disfigure her... What will happen to a woman if she loses her beauty! This spirit beast will definitely be unable to suppress her, alas!"

"That's true. What woman doesn't care about her appearance? It's normal if she really gives up on it."

"But if she gives up, what if that ferocious beast comes out and harms people again? She can't be so selfish!"

An Qinghuan had her own selfish reasons; she would rather An Zhengzheng be unharmed.

But in the sky, An Zhengzheng only paused for a moment, as if he was gathering his strength.

It seemed to be saying something, but An Qinghuan's cultivation level was too low to hear it at all.

What would she say at this point? An Qinghuan couldn't figure it out.

The next second, An Zhengzheng deliberately moved forward to grab the floating rune, and with her other hand holding the sword soul, she plunged it straight into the heart of the rune.

Unable to use their cultivation to dodge, and with no hands free to block the feathers.

The feather brushed from the corner of An Zhengzheng's eye to the corner of her mouth. Just as she was about to continue, her talisman was broken.

Blood was gushing from An Zhengzheng's left cheek, flowing down the wound and dripping onto the ground from her chin.

"It really hurts!" She endured the pain and took another step forward, completely destroying Fu Xin.

The wound was even deeper now.

However, An Zhengzheng felt herself being surrounded by that crimson gas, her whole body trembled, and her cultivation level directly increased threefold.

Without Foundation Establishment Pills, she is now at the third level of Foundation Establishment.

He surpassed Zhou Xu and became the disciple with the highest cultivation level among his peers.

Female disciple!

For a moment, all the discussion fell silent.

Fortunately, the immortals were quick-witted and nimble. Seeing that the spirit beast no longer had the protection of the ancient divine beast's runes, they were no longer afraid that An Zhengzheng would be torn to pieces.

They rushed up and subdued it.

An Zhengzheng was flung away by the mutated tiger's tail whip.

"Fortunately, my cultivation level has tripled..."

As she was thrown off, An Zhengzheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Otherwise, that one whiplash could have killed me."

"Junior Sister!"

The senior sister, who had just been helped up by An Zhengzheng, had already been given a lot of herbal medicine, so when An Zhengzheng was thrown away, she was the first to rush over.

An Zhengzheng was too exhausted to speak anymore.

The triple cultivation level didn't come for nothing; An Zhengzheng still needs to rest and adapt.

Master Suotang quickly gave her all the pills he had on him and even used magic to stop her bleeding.

On her beautiful face, there was a bloody scratch.

"Eat! Eat! Eat! Hurry up and eat!" Master Suotang was also taking on a disciple for the first time, and he was at a loss as to feed her the pills.

He only has this one disciple in his entire life, what if he can't adapt to him?

An Zhengzheng, who was on the verge of unconsciousness, was unable to utter a single word.

Her master was a bit dim-witted; in his condition, how could he possibly open his mouth and swallow pills?

Moreover, the smell of blood near the nose was very strong, even though Master Suotang had stopped the bleeding.

Finally, Master Kongyu came over and said, "You're just being too concerned. You're trying to choke her. You should give her some medicine instead."

He took out a lot of medicinal soup and asked the Foundation Establishment stage female cultivators who had rushed over to feed it to her.

Then, together with Master Suotang, they helped An Zhengzheng circulate her qi to help her adapt to her suddenly increased cultivation level.

An Zhengzheng swallowed the medicine, and with the help of two True Person level sect leaders circulating their qi, she recovered in a short while.

I weakly thanked the two masters and my senior sisters.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. You're not well, so you should go back and rest first."

Master Suotang wanted to send An Zhengzheng back, but shortly after he left, the mutated tiger behind him suddenly went berserk.

It had already been subdued by the real people and was unable to move.

An Zhengzheng turned her head to look at it.

Master Qingxu and the various sect leaders used magic to bind the mutated tiger, but the tiger forcibly broke free.

It was kneeling before An Zhengzheng, which meant that the spirit beast wanted to form a pact.

"You want to acknowledge me as your master?"

An Zhengzheng was somewhat bewildered. Spirit beasts also admired strength, so why did it choose her out of so many people?

As she spoke, the slight movement of her lips aggravated the injury on her cheek, but she still shook her head.

"You are too bloodthirsty; I absolutely cannot raise you."

Putting aside the fact that An Zhengzheng doesn't like these bloodthirsty beasts, she herself is not skilled enough to tame a wild spirit beast.

This mutated tiger requires at least a Golden Core stage cultivator to control.

An Zhengzheng bid farewell to the two real people.

The mutated tiger's eyes saw An Zhengzheng about to leave, and it roared wildly.

“It’s a feather.” Master Suotang reacted quickly. “It lost its mother’s protection and was terrified, but you absorbed the feather’s power.”

It subconsciously sought its mother's protection, and An Zhengzheng was the only person present who had any connection with the Guhuoniao.

"I can't tame it. It's too bloodthirsty. It kills people and then grinds them into a paste."

An Zhengzheng took a sip of the Qi-Boosting and Pain-Relieving Pill, and the pain on her face became very weak.

She continued, "Animal taming is not my forte. Even if I know how, taming an animal requires training its temperament and, more importantly, the ability to protect itself from harm."

Unfortunately, her cultivation level was not high enough.

"Even if it acknowledges me as its master, I am powerless to subdue it, and it can break through and turn against me."

If a sworn spirit beast harms its master, it will suffer a backlash from the Heavenly Dao, and the degree of backlash is determined by the master's cultivation level and the severity of the spirit beast's aggression.

An Zhengzheng didn't want to cause herself any trouble.

“I usually live in the Hundred Women’s Pavilion. If anything happens to it, the female cultivators in the Hundred Women’s Pavilion will be the first to suffer.”

Then came even more people.

It's better to leave it to someone capable to handle.

"Roar roar roar—"

The mutated tiger's movements were even more bizarre; it was crying with tears streaming down its face, and its kneeling movements toward An Zhengzheng quickened.

He was begging her desperately.

"It seems to have a grievance to speak about..." The speaker was a senior sister from the Beast Taming Sect.

Soon, a male cultivator from the Beast Taming Sect came over and said, "Junior Sister, the True Person said that you rescued the innocent and should give you the Beast Trapping Box."

He brought An Zhengzheng a box.

Then he whispered, "Right now, all the major sects are vying for this mutated tiger. Master Qingxu means that Miss Zhengzheng should accept it."

An Zhengzheng looked into the distance and, sure enough, all seven major sects had the idea of ​​capturing the mutated tiger.