"Help me..."
The voice called out again, and Wang Feng turned his head to look. It turned out to be the so-called Sect Master of the Purple Spirit Sect, Sect Master Zi Shan.
Although she had a deep bloodstain on her neck, she should have died long ago.
But it seems that some kind of treasure saved his life.
Wang Feng saw that he had touched almost the entire corpse.
He quickly ran over, helped her up, and asked, "How did you offend that woman?"
Zishan visibly trembled, as if the scene of being slit in the throat with a single sword flashed through her mind again.
"We...we just...reported her whereabouts..."
Zishan, supported by Wang Feng, spoke with extreme weakness, as if she were about to die but couldn't.
"Oh~~, close your eyes, I'll channel my spiritual energy to save your life."
Wang Feng looked at Zi Shan, who had obediently closed her eyes, and then gently touched the top of her head.
Bang!
Wang Feng wanted to let her die in peace.
She even used her spiritual power to condense a phantom claw that could cover her entire head.
"I'm sorry, but I keep running into her. If you have some kind of holy site backing you, I won't feel good either."
Wang Feng apologized a few times to the headless corpse, then took her storage bag and left the corpses scattered on the ground before quickly departing.
"wrong."
Wang Feng darted back and pulled the jade disc hanging around her neck, then quickly left once more.
Wang Feng doesn't care if someone else takes the blame for him and he's saved.
In the world of cultivation, there's no such saying. The strongest is the ultimate truth; otherwise, you wouldn't even know how you were killed.
He knew that he also had some selfish motives involved.
But it doesn't matter. This isn't Earth, it's the world of cultivation. The law of survival here is:
There are no rules!
The things he experienced in his eight lifetimes were neither a lot nor a little.
However, he felt that he absolutely could not have a saintly heart unless it was in his own interest.
After Wang Feng left, it took about an hour before anyone in the town dared to come and look at the battlefield that had already ceased fighting.
First, some brave ordinary people took one look at the tragic scene and ran away.
Then another group of people dressed in blue clothes ran over to examine the body.
"The young sect leader is dead!"
One of them exclaimed in alarm, "This is it! The whole area within a hundred miles will probably suffer!"
They knew all too well how ruthless their sect leader was.
"The body has been touched; it seems a third force or powerful individual has intervened."
The leading man in blue robes looked at the corpses scattered on the ground.
However, the strongest forces here are their own Qingxuan Sect and Ziling Sect.
"Carry the corpses of the sect members on your back and go!"
The men examining the corpses quickly accepted the order and each carried the bodies dressed in blue on their backs.
As for the remaining group of women in purple, let the townspeople bury them.
......
night.
The best room at the town inn.
"Um...haha, fairy sister, could you please put your sword down first?"
Wang Feng stared in horror at the sword held to his neck, and the owner of that cold sword was none other than Jiang Hanxi, known as the Great Glacier.
Why did you run away last time?
Jiang Hanxi's tone was cold, and she asked the question knowing the answer already. She just wanted to see how this silly boy would make up a story.
"Fairy sister, you've misunderstood. I was preparing a gift to celebrate your recovery, but when I went back, you were no longer there."
"Really~?"
Jiang Hanxi's voice trailed off like a demon's, as the cold sword in her hand slowly approached Wang Feng's neck.
"And what about your gift?"
Jiang Hanxi's cold sword drew even closer, and Wang Feng felt the icy sensation on his neck.
He hurriedly took out a small rattle drum from his storage space.
"Here it is, here it is, look!"
Wang Feng quickly handed the rattle drum to Jiang Hanxi, who was surprised that he actually produced it.
"Your gift is just a little toy for a child?"
Jiang Hanxi looked at the small rattle drum in Wang Feng's hand, her eyes filled with unreadable emotions, but her tone of voice was chilling.
“Fairy sister, I bet you never played with this when you were a child. I think it’s too tacky to give those cultivation items as gifts, so after careful selection, I spent seven days making a rattle drum by hand.”
Knock knock knock.
Wang Feng twirled the small rattle drum in his hand a few times and found that his heart indeed trembled.
"Fairy sister, please accept this. This rattle drum can summon me. As long as you shake this rattle drum, I will come to you at your beck and call."
Seeing that Jiang Hanxi didn't react, Wang Feng gently used a rattle to pry open the cold sword on her neck.
Then, he carefully and gently placed the rattle into Jiang Hanxi's other empty hand, which was hanging limply on her left side.
"Is there something else you've forgotten?"
Jiang Hanxi put the cold sword back, her tone ambiguous, but both of them understood perfectly.
"W-what's wrong?"
Wang Feng feigned a bewildered expression, subtly shifting his feet, ready to break through the window and escape at any moment.
Taking advantage of Jiang Hanxi's momentary lapse in attention, Wang Feng jumped towards the window.
The entire window was smashed open instantly, with incredible speed, so fast that even Jiang Hanxi didn't have time to react.
Strangely, Jiang Hanxi didn't chase after him. Instead, she raised the small rattle drum in her left hand and looked at it.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he gently shook it twice, making two thumping sounds.
Then, while observing the small rattle drum in his hand, he walked quietly back to his room.
The delicate little rattle drum has two small cartoon patterns printed on both sides.
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