Chapter 17 Chapter 17 The eldest sister of Cangwu Immortal Mansion died today...
It's not to help her adapt to this strange world better.
This is because there is still a trace of consciousness left in the original body.
Then her original body knew everything she had experienced since she came back from Ghost Abyss.
She knew that her revered master had chosen Lian Wan twice at the critical moments of life and death, that her beloved senior brother already had a better junior sister, and that her youngest junior brother, whom she was worried about, now also had Lian Wan, whom he was worried about.
She watched the three of them give up their chances of living one by one.
The bloody road in the Ghost Abyss, the Yin and Yang separated by only a hundred meters from the exit, the memory of the tremendous pain that the original body had endured for years and the desperate desire to survive, the unwillingness and reluctance, the attachment and care.
Sang Ling once thought about what kind of miserable situation he would be in if his original self returned to the sect.
At that time, she was just sighing, but she didn't know that God could be so cruel.
Why? Why could these three people trample on such sincerity?
Sang Ling shed the first tear after she came here, and then something in her brain was pulled out.
The last trace of consciousness of the original body is dying.
The eldest senior sister of Cangwu Immortal Mansion died in Guiyuan to protect the sect, and will die again today.
Sang Ling covered her heart, which suddenly hurt so much that she knelt down to try to stop her original consciousness from disappearing.
She looked at Xiang Heng Xian Zun with red eyes, "Master, why can't you save me!"
Then he pulled Hua Ying's clothes and said, "Big Brother, just this once!"
Ping Jia hurriedly helped her up. Sang Ling grabbed his hand, showing unprecedented panic: "Don't let Sang Ling die..."
This was an emotion that Sang Ling had never experienced before. Even when she was seriously injured or dying, she never begged the three of them.
She tried desperately to save her original soul. She didn't know her own pain, and she shouldn't have just stood by and watched.
As long as they choose once, the original body may come back.
This was the first time that Sang Ling begged so earnestly. Her look made Lian Wan panic so much that she immediately looked at Xiang Heng and the other two.
But the three men just looked at Sang Ling, watching her collapse and go crazy. They looked reluctant but did not move.
Lian Wan smiled and felt relieved.
Sang Ling's face was filled with anxiety. She could no longer distinguish the titles and kept saying:
"Can't you save her?"
"Can't I just choose her once?"
The three of them looked at her with pity, but no one responded to her.
Sang Ling finally put aside her unrealistic fantasies. She glanced at the three people and regained her composure.
Then, while they were feeling guilty, he walked past them, drew out a flaming sword from behind him, and pointed it at Lian Wan.
"Give me the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet!"
The next second,
Hua Ying was startled and pointed his sword at her.
Ping Jia heard this and subconsciously stood in front of the little apprentice sister.
Xiang Heng Xian Zun seemed reluctant, closed his eyes and tilted his head, saying: "This belongs to your junior sister."
The three of them protected Lian Wan tightly behind them. The anxiety on Lian Wan's face disappeared, and she smiled and looked at Sang Ling.
The last trace of consciousness of the original body was completely withdrawn, and suddenly Sang Ling saw a figure, dressed in white and carrying a fiery red sword. He sighed softly, and then hugged her.
When I looked up again, there was nothing there.
The eldest senior sister of Cangwu Immortal Mansion died today.
She died because of the love affairs of her loved ones whom she tried her best to protect.
Sang Ling wiped her tears and stood up expressionlessly. Immortal Xiang Heng subconsciously wanted to help her, but was pushed away by Sang Ling.
His eyes were filled with sadness. "It's the three of us who are sorry for you."
Hua Ying's hands were shaking. "We will definitely compensate you even if we fight to the death."
Ping Jia said nothing, kneeling on the ground and staring at Sang Ling's tears and blood.
Their deep affection was enough to make Sang Ling vomit. She laughed and said:
"Is your compensation to be diligently visiting my grave in the future?"
Xiang Heng Xianzun's temples seemed to have turned pale, and he spoke with difficulty: "Master will pass the position of the head of the sect to you. Except for the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet, all rights will be passed to you."
Sang Ling felt an even stronger urge to laugh, "Do you think that being the head of the Seven Day Sect is enough for me in this life?"
Immortal Xiang Heng's lips trembled and he was speechless.
Sang Ling smiled and said, "I don't want to be the head of Cangwu Immortal Mansion, and I don't want to be a disciple of Cangwu Immortal Mansion anymore."
She bowed to Immortal Master Wuyao and the elders and said, "Disciple Sang Ling wants to sever the master-disciple relationship with Immortal Master Xiangheng. I hope the sect will agree."
Immortal Xiang Heng seemed to be in disbelief, "Sang Ling!"
Sang Ling did not even look at him. "I once welcomed the Demon Lord outside the Ghost Abyss. I am willing to exchange this merit for severing the master-disciple relationship with the Immortal Lord Xiang Heng. I will leave the sect today and never see you again in the future."
The old man Wuyao Immortal Venerable also cried all over his face, and his white beard was completely soaked. He ignored the other elders' attempts to stop him, and pretended not to see the resistance in Xiangheng Immortal Venerable's eyes, and said:
"With the sect's permission, from now on, you, Sang Ling, are no longer Xiang Heng's disciple, nor are you the eldest senior sister of Cang Wu Immortal Mansion. You are just yourself, and you only need to be yourself."
Sang Ling smiled towards Wu Yao Immortal Venerable.
The Cangwu Immortal Palace is very good, but she and her original body cannot survive here.
The other immortal sects were silent at this moment, and some disciples from other sects were looking at Sang Ling and crying.
A sect leader who was familiar with Xiang Heng Xian Zun waved his sleeves angrily and said, "I am breaking off my friendship with Xiang Heng Xian Zun today. I hope everyone will witness it!"
Then he walked up to Sang Ling and said softly, "Fairy Sang Ling, if you need any help from my sect, please feel free to ask."
The Iron-blooded Man, the leader of the Wenti Sect, couldn't help crying at this moment, and said angrily, "From now on, don't invite me to any activities held by your Cangwu Immortal Palace! I feel sorry for Fairy Sang Ling."
The abbot of Tuoluo Temple sighed and said, "Fate brings about fate, fate brings about fate."
Tan Yan of Xiaohemen was unusual. He walked up to Sang Ling, wiped the remaining tear marks on Sang Ling's face with his pale hand, and sighed, "I feel heartbroken when you cry."
Then he waved his folding fan and said, "I hope you can see me alive."
Ping Jia glared at him angrily and shouted, "You scoundrel, stay away from my senior sister!"
Tan Yan smiled, looked at him with contempt, and disappeared in the hall in a flash.
Sang Ling corrected Ping Jia, "I am no longer your senior sister."
Ping Jia was very anxious and shouted stubbornly, "Senior Sister."
Sang Ling had no intention of paying attention to him and walked out of the hall. When she reached the door, she suddenly turned around and looked at Lian Wan.
Lian Wan had a smile on her lips. When she saw Sang Ling turning around, she didn't hide it, but smiled even more. She opened her lips slightly and it was clear from the shape of her lips that she was calling out, "Goodbye, Senior Sister."
Her eyes were extremely bright, as if she wanted to see anger, frustration and powerlessness in Sang Ling.
But Sang Ling had no expression at all, she just walked out of the palace.
When I walked outside the hall, I saw a dense crowd of outer disciples kneeling outside the hall.
The leader was Bai Wu, who no longer looked cowardly. Beside him were Miaomiao and Zhang Fan, who were crying so hard that they couldn't even kneel steadily.
Bai Wu knelt down heavily behind Sang Ling and said in a firm and powerful voice, "Master, please save our eldest sister's life!"
Thousands of outer disciples behind him knelt down and shouted, "Master, please save our eldest sister's life!"
The sound is layered and reaches very deep.
There was blood on Bai Wu's forehead, but he didn't care and knocked again, "Master, please save my eldest sister's life!"
The outer disciples behind him echoed in unison.
A few days ago, the senior sister secured a training opportunity for these outer disciples who were ignored by everyone, and they haven't even had the chance to thank her yet.
They, the outer disciples, are indeed small, but there are thousands of them and they can always make a voice that can be heard.
Bai Wu knocked down again. His head was covered in blood, but he still kept shouting stubbornly.
On the other side, Chen Sheng also came, with a group of inner disciples behind him. They looked into the hall together with the outer disciples, and then knelt and shouted: "Master, please save our eldest sister's life!"
Lian Wan's smile disappeared at this moment. In just a few days, all the disciples in Cangwu Immortal Mansion turned to Sang Ling. She had built up her persona for several years and given them so many benefits and care, but now they chose Sang Ling.
Her face turned pale, and she clung to Xiang Heng Xian Zun and said, "It's too noisy, Master. Close the door."
But she was the winner.
The palace door slammed shut, cutting off all the begging outside.
The people inside seemed to be running away, not even daring to look at Sang Ling's back as she left.
Sang Ling walked out step by step. The Cangwu Immortal Palace was still full of vitality in spring. This was a season of life.
She must survive, and survive with her original body!
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Sang Ling did not leave the sect but went to the cave. After returning to the sect for a few days, she spent all her time recuperating and practicing. She had not yet taken a good look at her original cave.
There are three pavilions in a courtyard. The middle pavilion is the simplest. There is nothing else in it except things related to cultivation. The left pavilion has two rooms, which were originally empty. Now Miaomiao Zhang Fan lives in them.
The right pavilion was the smallest, and Sang Ling had never been inside it. When she opened the door, she did not smell the damp smell of a room that had not been occupied for a long time, but instead a fresh and fragrant smell.
Walking in, the right pavilion is indeed very small and can be seen clearly at a glance. All the marks of the original body are also here.
When her original body first entered the sect, she, who had been orphaned since childhood, had a master like Xiang Heng Xianzun, and she loved him no matter what. Her small body followed behind her master as if she was looking at a treasure.
All the things that Immortal Xiang Heng gave her over the years were placed in the right pavilion, even a small piece of tree branch or a handkerchief.
Hua Ying is always serious, and Mingming is also still young but never smiles. He teaches her personally, and she only smiles when her skills improve. She thinks that Senior Brother Mingming looks really good when he smiles.
Then she practiced very hard, always wanting to see him smile more.
The broken stone swords under the window of the right pavilion were the ones that the senior brother gave to her for training. She loved to use them from the stage of foundation building to the stage of golden elixir, until they were too broken to be used and were put into the right pavilion.
Pingjia gave her the most gifts, all of which took up half of the right pavilion. As a half-demon, he was violent, irritable, inferior and sensitive. When he was happy, he would stick to her and play with her, but when he was depressed, he would always irritably question her whether she really loved him. The original body had spent many years raising him to be so youthful.
There are few things in the room that are original.
The more I cherish you, the more I grieve beyond words.
When Immortal Master Xiang Heng, Hua Ying and Ping Jia were protecting their junior sister in the Central Pavilion, the original body was thinking about what was going on here, separated by a wall.
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