Chapter 101 Chapter 101 A Story
Even though he had been hit hard, Xiang Heng was still able to handle Ping Jia's attack with ease. His eyes slowly sank, he took out a pill from the mustard seed bag and swallowed it, then shot another second into Hua Ying's mouth.
The dilemma has been resolved, and what remains is to strike back at Pingjia without mercy.
With the cultivation level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, Nei Pingjia was knocked to the ground in two moves and could never get up again.
Hua Ying's injuries improved a lot after taking the elixir. The two of them lay on the ground in silence. Ping Jia, with a murderous look on his face, trembled the magic sword in his hand for a few times, and finally took it back.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng looked up at Sang Ling and withdrew his attack.
"For your senior sister's sake, I will spare your life for now."
Ping Jia on the ground laughed twice, with blood gushing out of his mouth.
"Why are you pretending to be friendly with your master? If you hadn't been on guard against me, you would have died under this formation long ago."
Immortal Master Xiang Heng and Hua Ying did not speak a word. They all knew that they could not go back to the past. Their sect was in tatters, so how could there be any harmony between them?
Ping Jia tried to turn his head to look at Sang Ling, "Senior Sister, I'm sorry for letting you see such an unbearable scene."
Sang Ling usually lives in the Courtesan Villa and has almost never lived here. When he left the Demon Realm, he buried a formation here to lure Xiang Heng Xianzun and Hua Ying here. He didn't want his senior sister to see such a scene, but he didn't expect that the plan could not keep up with the changes.
Sang Ling looked at him quietly. She was neither moved by his serious injury nor shocked at all. There was a kind of calm observation in her eyes.
She knew what Pingjia meant, which was to kill Immortal Xiangheng and Hua Ying to atone for his sins to her. Unfortunately, he failed.
Sang Ling looked at the bloodstains all over the ground, the ferocious-looking senior brother of Cangwu Immortal Mansion, and Xiangheng Immortal Venerable, who was no longer known as a banished immortal. She threw a pill to Ping Jia and said calmly, "Come in."
Ping Jia held the pill in his hand as if it were a treasure, even though it was only a pill that delayed the healing of injuries and had no healing effect.
Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying took the spiritual weapon without even looking at Ping Jia. They followed Sang Ling into the house. Ping Jia carefully put away the pill that Sang Ling gave him, took out a pill from the mustard seed bag and swallowed it. After a while, he was able to stand up and staggered after Sang Ling went in.
After Pingjia entered the room, he saw the stiff bodies of Immortal Xiangheng and Hua Ying. Then, moving his eyes upwards, he saw a silk tablet with white flowers on it. In the fairy world, this was a tablet only for the dead, and there was a name on it.
'Sang Ling'.
There is a soul lamp in front of the tablet. The soul lamp is located in the center of the spiritual energy vortex, constantly absorbing the rich spiritual energy around it. Even so, the soul lamp is no longer bright.
Immortal Xiang Heng's eyelids twitched violently. Hua Ying and Ping Jia might not know what was happening before their eyes, but he knew that this was a secret method of gathering souls. If someone died and there was still a trace of soul left, a soul lamp would be set up to solidify the soul in the hope that there would be a glimmer of hope for soul regeneration. There were not many people who tried this secret method, and the price to pay was extremely high, and the probability of success was almost zero. Immortal Xiang Heng had never seen it with his own eyes.
But now I saw it in Sangling’s house.
Moreover, the name on the tablet was her own, and she was clearly alive and well.
Hua Ying caught a glimpse of Immortal Xiang Heng's expression and guessed that something was unusual. He asked about it, and Immortal Xiang Heng did not hide anything and told him the secret technique.
Then the room fell into an eerie silence.
Immortal Xiang Heng sighed and looked up at Sang Ling, "Are you still...blaming your master?"
Sang Ling glanced at the tablet and smiled softly, "I don't blame you."
Hua Ying spoke with some difficulty: "Then why did you set up a tablet for yourself? Is it to take revenge on us?"
Sang Ling suddenly found it funny. She had been away from the fairyland for a long time and she really thought that these people had changed their appearance, but in the end they were the same as before.
In their view, a tablet is meant to remind them of their past mistakes towards her, but this is too much of an overestimation of themselves.
Sang Ling did not answer Hua Ying's question, but just spoke with a smile.
"Let me tell you a story."
She led the three of them to the tea table and slowly made a cup of tea for them.
Xiang Heng, Immortal Venerable and the other two all had complicated expressions. They didn't know what Sang Ling wanted to do, and what the story would be like. Things seemed a little strange from the moment they entered the door.
The strangest thing is Sang Ling herself. They have imagined Sang Ling who is hysterical and resentful of them, and they have also imagined Sang Ling who has forgiven the past and is still the eldest sister of Cangwu Immortal Mansion. They have imagined many kinds of scenarios, but none of them is so peaceful.
They sat in front of the window facing Sang Ling, with faint light pouring in from the window sill and mist rising in front of the tea table. Everything was too quiet.
Sang Ling looked at their expressions and smiled slowly, "Don't be so nervous, it's just a story."
Ping Jia was the first to speak: "Senior Sister, please tell me."
Sang Ling took a sip of tea and said "OK".
"There was a little girl in the mortal world. From the moment she was born, she was just like all the other ordinary girls in the world. No, that's not right. Both her parents died and she had only a miserable life. She was much more pitiful than other ordinary girls in the world, but she didn't think so because she met her master, who gave her the name Sang Ling and brought her into the Cangwu Immortal Palace."
Immortal Xiang Heng suddenly looked flustered. The protagonist of this story was Sang Ling herself. She was talking about the past and their sins.
Sang Ling didn't look at anyone's reaction and continued talking.
"She entered the Cangwu Immortal Mansion and became the master's direct disciple, becoming the sect's eldest sister. She had never had any relatives or status, but the weight of the three words "eldest sister" made her feel a responsibility that made her feel terrified. Fortunately, she still had a eldest brother. Although the eldest brother was stern and very strict, he taught her a lot."
Hua Ying's entire back was stiff. He couldn't sit up straight, and he couldn't bend over. He had to maintain a strange posture. He opened his mouth to call Sang Ling, but no sound came out.
"Later, her master accepted a junior brother. This junior brother was good at acting. He acted like a handsome young man in front of people, but he was just an evil half-demon behind people's backs. Even so, she still liked her junior brother very much. They were from the same master, and he was the one she trusted the most in this world. Later, the demon world attacked. No one expected this surprise attack. All the elders were restrained by the demon generals, leaving only a group of disciples to face the demon king. The demon king only gave one blow, and this blow was enough to kill all the disciples. She wanted to stop him, but her cultivation was far inferior to that of the demon king. She only had one last way..."
At this point, Sang Ling seemed thirsty, so he paused and drank his tea slowly.
Ping Jia, whose injuries were gradually getting better, suddenly knelt on his knees. There was a dull sound when his knees hit the ground. He said sadly, "Senior Sister, don't say anymore."
This story that Sang Ling told was just exposing her own scars, revealing the scars of the three of them, and even more so, revealing her own scars.
He didn't know where the gurgling sound came from. In a trance, he only felt that blood had flowed all over the ground. He didn't know whether it was from the three of them or his senior sister.
Sang Ling lowered her eyes and glanced at Ping Jia, her eyes slightly curved, "What are you doing? This story isn't over yet."
Everyone knows what happened next. Immortal Xiang Heng seemed to have aged hundreds of years. He sighed and wanted to dissuade Sang Ling, but Sang Ling did not stop.
"Sure enough, the desperate fight at the cost of her life was very powerful, and she actually stopped the Demon Lord. The next second, the demon clan reinforcements arrived, and she actually stopped the invasion of the demon world. When she fell into the Ghost Abyss, she didn't feel sad. At that time, she was happy for her success. There was a cry from the top of the Ghost Abyss. She heard someone calling her a hero and Bai Yueguang, and also heard the heartbreaking cries of her master, senior brothers, and junior brothers. Then, she fell heavily to the ground and fainted."
There was no sound in the room. It was so quiet that Xiang Heng, the other two seemed as if their souls had left their bodies. Following Sang Ling's gentle voice, they fell into an endless nightmare.
Xiang Heng's voice was hoarse, and he spoke with difficulty: "How did you survive under the Ghost Abyss..."
It is said that those who fall into the Ghost Abyss have a chance of death. Until now, no one knows how Sang Ling came out alive. Now that they think about it, it seems that the three of them have never asked.
Sang Ling smiled softly.
"How to survive..."
She looked at the three people in front of her with a gentle expression, "How did the girl survive? It must be because she was very unwilling to give up. After falling into the Ghost Abyss, she found that she was not dead. The closer she was to death, the more reluctant she was to part with her most precious things. At that time, she had only one thought, to get out alive and see them. Unfortunately, she fell deep into the Ghost Abyss. She had no choice but to fight her way out with her dying body, and kept killing until she saw the exit of the Ghost Abyss."
There was a noise in the room. Sang Ling looked up and saw a very funny scene. Ping Jia in front of him was convulsing and twitching on the ground. It was not because of his own injuries, but because he could empathize with Sang Ling's pain under the Ghost Abyss.
Sang Ling looked at his pain and then looked away.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng and Hua Ying had no strength left, their voices were weak and sounded like death. They still remembered the fatal injuries that Sang Ling had suffered after returning to the sect.
They murmured absentmindedly: "You suffered, you suffered..."
Sang Ling didn't even look at them. She just took a sip of tea and continued:
"There are no miracles in the world. The little girl eventually died at the exit of the Ghost Abyss."
All the wailing in the house came to an abrupt end, followed by deathly silence.
Sang Ling saw that Immortal Xiang Heng opened and closed his mouth again and again, but no sound came out. However, she certainly knew what he wanted to say.
Pingjia stopped convulsing and froze in place, as if he had guessed something but was unsure. Only Huaying could still react. He uttered "ahhh" twice, found his voice, and asked, "What's this story?"
He summed it up with a story, and hoped that it would be just a story.
Sang Ling looked at him with amusement, not paying attention to anyone's actions, and just continued telling the "story".
"She was only a few steps away from the exit, but she died. She couldn't take those steps no matter what. But maybe there really are miracles in the world. After her death, her soul left her body, and then she saw a new panicked soul entering her body..."
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