His eyes went dark, and in a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of the sword's heart breaking.
Has it finally come to this...?
He felt bitter in his heart, and before he could sigh any more, he suddenly felt himself enveloped by a rich and cold power.
This power... is time?
He forced himself to wake up from the dizziness, opened his eyes wide, and saw the woman in front of him stretch out her hand to scratch the void, then reached out and grabbed, and a black pupa appeared out of thin air in her hand.
The severe pain in his heart suddenly disappeared.
Xiang Sheng took a look at the black pupa in his hand, then crushed it and threw it aside, saying lightly:
"I have already removed the poisonous insect for you. Your swordsmanship is too seriously injured. I cannot do much to improve it. You still need to recuperate on your own."
Wang Chuxiao looked at Xiang Sheng with a dazed expression, not hearing a single word he said.
He looked down at the centrifugal Gu which had turned into a pile of black debris on the ice.
Is this the centrifugal insect?
The centrifugal poison that had tormented him for so many years was removed so easily?
More than 30 years ago, Yao Ziyi tried to detoxify him.
But after several attempts, they could only delay the onset of the poison but could not remove the insect.
He still remembered what Yao Ziyi said, that there are many kinds of artistic conception of time.
The sword intent of time that Yao Ziyi comprehended mainly focused on killing and destruction, and could not help him. Only by finding a powerful person who specialized in controlling the past time could he be saved.
When he heard this, he felt that he was doomed.
The artistic conception of time is something that only a person can achieve in ten thousand years. It was already extremely rare that Yao Ziyi could delay the onset of the poison for him, so how could he expect more?
But now, he actually encountered the great power of time that Yao Ziyi had mentioned.
He... doesn't have to die!
The mother Gu is dead, and the disciples of the Wanjian Clan have also been detoxified by now, right?
Thinking of this, a smile finally appeared on Wang Chuxiao's face.
He stood up and walked in front of Xiang Sheng. Without saying a word, he was about to kneel down, but Xiang Sheng held him up with his hand.
"That's not necessary. This is just to fulfill the agreement. Besides, I have some connections with the Myriad Veins Sword Sect. Saving your life is nothing."
As soon as these words came out, Wang Chuxiao immediately determined that she was Shen Xiang's elder.
He took a step back, broke free from Xiang Sheng's hand, and clasped his fists again:
“Senior Shen, this matter may not be worth mentioning to you, but to me, it is a great favor!
Once this poison is cured, not only I, but also thousands and thousands of Sword Sect disciples will be reborn!
Such a great favor, I will not repay it till my death, and I, Senior, shall accept it with my respect."
After Wang Chuxiao finished speaking, he bowed down.
This time, Xiang Sheng did not stop him.
Since the other party had said this, she had no choice but to oblige him.
Wang Chuxiao prostrated himself solemnly, bowed three times, and then stood up. The gloom between his brows had disappeared, and his eyes were full of gratitude to Xiang Sheng.
This escape from death gave him a new understanding of the way of the sword.
When he leaves this place and returns to the sect to recover from his injuries, his swordsmanship will surely reach a higher level.
And all of this is thanks to Senior Shen! How could he not be grateful?
He had already made up his mind that if he could return to the sect safely, he would take good care of Chen Xiang and not let the little girl suffer any grievances in the sect.
After Wang Chuxiao finished his worship, almost all the survivors had arrived.
Chang Yan glanced over and counted them briefly.
The team that came with more than fifty people now has only a dozen or so people.
He sighed secretly, walked up to Xiang Sheng, and respectfully said, "I am Chang Yan, an inner disciple of the Wuji Immortal Sect. Thank you for saving my life, senior!"
Others also came forward one by one to express their gratitude.
Xiang Sheng had a cold expression and only nodded slightly in response without saying much.
Among these people, perhaps there is someone who is truly sincere and comes to save her.
But after experiencing so many life-and-death dangers, can they still maintain their original intentions?
No one knows except themselves.
The most unpredictable thing in this world is the human heart.
When her identity is exposed in the future, it would be rare if these people did not blame her.
"Senior, what should we do next?"
Chang Yan asked carefully.
Xiang Sheng's thoughts settled in, and he said, "I'll take you out first, and we can talk about other things later."
After saying that, she stretched out her hand and threw out the Hidden Spirit Shuttle.
As soon as the Hidden Spirit Shuttle appeared, it quickly swelled up in the wind, and a portal appeared on its surface.
Everyone had stayed here long enough, and when they heard that Xiang Sheng could take them out, they were immediately overjoyed and rushed into the Hidden Spirit Shuttle.
Wang Chuxiao and Chang Yan were relatively calm. They bowed to Sheng again before walking in calmly.
When it was finally Tang Yin's turn, she looked at Xiang Sheng reluctantly several times before stepping into the door.
The Hidden Spirit Shuttle is not a secret treasure. It previously accommodated Dong Jinghuan and Yuan Jing, and they can still carry it with them.
Now, with more than a dozen people crammed in at once, the space inside the spirit shuttle was instantly filled up and could no longer be shrunk.
Xiang Sheng simply used a rope as a leash, tied it around his waist, and turned into a rainbow and sailed away with a boat full of people.
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