Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Was it my junior sister with low cultivation who saved you? …
Ping Jia's gloomy expression improved happily. He looked at Sang Ling's injuries and squatted down eagerly, "Senior sister, you are seriously injured. I will carry you."
Sang Ling did not answer. He picked up a few stones on the ground and threw them casually. Immediately, a few half-grown stone men with dull faces and no expression appeared. He threw again, and a sedan chair was placed on the shoulders of the stone men.
She got on the sedan chair and pointed in a direction, and the stone man obediently carried the sedan chair and continued on his journey.
Ping Jia stood up dejectedly and followed him towards the Thousand Swords Tomb without saying a word.
It is already dusk. The Thousand Swords Pavilion's punishment for the day starts in the morning and ends in the evening. There is only a quarter of an hour left before the punishment ends.
The Thousand Swords Tomb is just as its name suggests, a sword tomb. All the swords of the disciples who died in the Cangwu Immortal Mansion over the past ten thousand years have been buried here. Although it is called a thousand swords, there are actually far more than that. These broken swords have no owners, so they are violent and anyone who enters will be killed by the thousands of swords.
This place was originally intended to be a training ground, but the broken sword was difficult to control, and instead of being trained, one would be seriously injured if one went in. Since then, the sect has closed this place and used it only as a place for punishment. On weekdays, only Sang Ling would come here for training.
Since it is extremely easy to get seriously injured here, the sect rarely allows disciples to come here to be punished. This is the first time that dozens of people have come here to be punished.
As dusk fell and the sun set, the disciples of the Criminal Law Hall who were guarding outside the Thousand Swords Tomb looked solemn and waved their hands, "One day, the tomb will be opened!"
The stone gate of the Thousand Swords Tomb burst open, and several brutal sword energies spilled out. The disciples of the Criminal Law Hall reacted quickly and slashed with their swords.
The disciples who had been punished for a day showed up. Although they all had injuries, they were in better condition than Sang Ling had expected. The disciples who should have been eager to run out of the Thousand Swords Tomb now looked back every few steps and looked into the Thousand Swords Pavilion with a worried look.
Sang Ling pressed his hand, and all the stone men and sedan chairs disappeared. She wiped her Qiankun bag, and dozens of pills shot towards the disciples.
The disciples then came to their senses, took the pills and walked out of the Thousand Swords Tomb.
The leader was Chen Sheng. He took the pill, walked quickly to Sang Ling and bowed.
"Chen Sheng thanks Senior Sister."
Upon seeing this, the other disciples also bowed and expressed their gratitude, but their expressions were a little unnatural, as if they were hesitating about something.
These disciples pushed each other, and finally one person came out. That person bowed and spoke loudly.
"I beg you, Senior Sister, to plead for Junior Sister Lian Wan!"
Sang Ling's expression remained unchanged, with a smile on her face.
These disciples still resented Lian Wan for shirking her responsibility yesterday, but today they pleaded for Lian Wan.
She looked towards the Thousand Swords Tomb. Hua Ying Lian Wan had to be punished for three days without interruption, and now she was still in the tomb. While being punished, she won back the hearts of the people in just one day. Lian Wan did have some skills.
The disciple continued to plead, "Big Sister, Junior Sister Lian Wan has been seriously injured in order to protect us in the Thousand Swords Tomb. She is weak and will not be able to hold on for long in the Thousand Swords Tomb."
Upon hearing that Lian Wan was injured, Ping Jia, who was originally supporting Sang Ling, immediately became anxious and pulled the disciple to ask.
"Is Junior Sister seriously injured? Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Chen Sheng frowned and immediately supported Sang Ling, "Don't worry, it's not as heavy as Senior Sister."
Ping Jia's face froze, and he quickly turned around to support Sang Ling, but unfortunately Sang Ling was already supported by Chen Sheng at this time, so he had to withdraw his hand embarrassedly.
Sang Ling coughed lightly, not paying attention to Ping Jia's behavior, and said with concern.
"How can the junior sister, who is so weak, protect you? She is devoted to her fellow disciples, how can you let her do whatever she wants?"
Ping Jia was a little angry, "Big Sister is right, Little Junior Sister is only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, how can you let her do whatever she wants!"
The disciples were eager to explain: "That's not the case. Senior Brother was with Junior Sister Lian Wan. Junior Sister Lian Wan could only handle one or two of the sword energies that attacked us. The rest were handled by Senior Brother."
Before Sang Ling could react, Chen Sheng laughed first.
"So it was Senior Brother who protected you, right? How come all the fame went to Lian Wan?"
Although Chen Sheng is the son of a wealthy family, he is not loved by his father and mother. When he meets a junior sister who cares about him every day and shows great concern for him, he naturally protects her wholeheartedly. But once you see through the purpose behind this concern, this person will break up faster than anyone else. He lacks love but not brains.
In the Thousand Swords Tomb, Lian Wan brought Hua Ying to protect him several times, but he quickly rejected her.
Ping Jia said sternly, "Chen Sheng, watch your words!"
Chen Sheng was also the elder's direct disciple, and he didn't take Ping Jia's scolding seriously at all.
The other disciples looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while. It seemed that the concern they received was real, but in fact...
Ping Jia was furious when he saw that everyone had doubts about Lian Wan.
"You! Junior Sister is now seriously injured, yet you are doubting her intentions?"
The disciples hung their heads feeling somewhat guilty and did not dare to speak any more.
Sang Ling looked at the Thousand Swords Tomb and asked, "You all said that Junior Sister was seriously injured, so what about Senior Brother?"
The disciples looked at each other and answered uncertainly: "It seems that the eldest brother was seriously injured. Even Junior Sister Wan's sword energy was almost blocked by him..."
At the end they fell silent.
Think about it this way, Lian Wan couldn't even handle the sword energy herself, and yet she came to protect them. This meant that the eldest senior brother not only had to face the sword energy of both him and Lian Wan, but also had to cover for the disciples that Lian Wan was protecting from time to time.
Sang Ling smiled imperceptibly. The original self and Hua Ying were indeed quite similar. They both did things without saying anything and no one knew about them. In the end, no one was grateful and no one cared.
For example, now Ping Jia is looking at the Thousand Swords Tomb with an anxious look on his face, saying, "Big Brother and Lian Wan are both injured, and they still have two days to be punished. How can they survive it?"
In fact, the only person he was worried about was Lian Wan.
Ping Jia was anxious and at a loss, and pleaded again: "Big Sister, please go and ask Wuyao Xianzun for mercy."
Sang Ling pushed away his hand that was supporting her and spoke.
"A country has its own laws, and a sect has its own rules. Immortal Wuyao will punish according to the sect's rules, and all disciples should obey. If he says three days, then it will be three days."
Ping Jia's face was filled with anxiety and annoyance. "We are all from the same sect. How can Senior Sister be so cold and indifferent..."
Before he could finish his words, Sang Ling's voice came out.
"I'll go in and protect you."
Ping Jia was stunned, and immediately felt guilty, but then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, Senior Sister, you are used to training in Thousand Swords Tomb, so you must be very familiar with it."
Sang Ling turned around and looked at him, with no clear emotion in her eyes.
Chen Sheng looked at Ping Jia in disbelief, and said, "Don't you know that the senior sister was seriously injured?"
The other disciples were also frightened and hurriedly stopped Sang Ling.
Ping Jia finally reacted and opened his mouth for a long time before saying, "I was just anxious for a moment..."
There was nothing else in Sang Ling's eyes. He put his two fingers together and sword energy emerged, and a fiery red long sword appeared in his palm.
"Big Brother is protecting you because he is fulfilling his duty as Big Brother. He was injured while protecting you. How can I, as your Big Sister, just sit there and do nothing?"
Chen Sheng's eyes turned red with anxiety, "Big Sister, you are so injured now, how can you go in!"
Sang Ling had already arrived in front of the stone gate, his voice indifferent.
"I dare to face the Demon Lord and go down to the Ghost Abyss, so why would I be afraid of a Thousand Swords Tomb? I am your eldest sister, and I will go in even if only the sect servants are in danger."
Standing behind Sang Ling, Ping Jia realized that her entire back was covered in blood. The wounds from the Chaos Beast looked even more horrifying after a day.
Ping Jia's heart sank, the fear of his senior sister's near death finally came to his mind, and he hurried forward.
"Senior sister can't go!"
But the eldest senior sister, who always had a stern face but smiling eyes towards him, seemed to have not heard what he said. Taking advantage of the open stone door, she stepped into the Thousand Swords Pavilion.
The stone door closed, and a streak of sword energy that was left behind shot straight towards Pingjia.
The sword energy was so weak that even outer disciples could easily deal with it. However, Ping Jia, who was a disciple taught directly by Immortal Xiang Heng, seemed unable to even dodge it.
The sword energy left a bloody mark on his arm, but he still stood there motionless.
Chen Sheng's mocking voice came from behind.
"I heard that your life was saved by the senior sister. You and the senior sister have always been close friends. A half-demon is a half-demon, you have a ruthless heart!"
Half-demon, this is the word that Pingjia hates to hear the most in his life.
It records the humiliation of his being defiled by a demon and his mortal mother who gave birth to him with hatred, and it records his childhood when he never had an inch of good flesh and blood. As a half-demon, even if Immortal Xiang Heng brought him into the Cangwu Immortal Palace, he was still rejected and hated.
It was not until the senior sister who had been in seclusion came out that she gradually helped him to eliminate the prejudices of his fellow disciples.
Later, he became very powerful and anyone who called him half-demon was beaten half-crippled by him.
But when he heard it today, he couldn't even muster up the slightest bit of anger. He just stared blankly at the stone gate, thinking anxiously.
It seemed that the senior sister’s back was so similar to the one falling into the Ghost Abyss, so similar that he almost thought he was going to lose her again.
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The Thousand Swords Tomb was indeed a place that the original body was familiar with. She knew which sword energy would come from where and which area had a sword formation.
She walked deeper into the cave. The sword energies intertwined and whistled, but none of them could get close to her.
"Big Brother, save me!"
Lian Wan's weak and suspicious voice came from not far away.
Sang Ling waved away the sword energy in front of him, and then he saw clearly that Lian Wan had run to the edge of a sword formation at some point, and activated the sword formation in a panic.
The sound of swords hummed and countless sword energies rose up, ready to surround them in the next second.
Hua Ying turned around upon hearing that, and was terrified to see the activated sword formation. He did not bother to parry the sword energy in front of him, and immediately rushed backwards. When the sword energy hit him, he groaned, suppressed the blood in his mouth, and hurried to Lian Wan.
Sang Ling looked at Lian Wan, who was dressed in white and had a few scars on her face, and then looked at Hua Ying, who was dressed in a black robe and had half a bucket of blood on him but could not be seen. She clicked her tongue twice in amusement.
Hua Ying is indeed strong, but no matter how strong he is, he has to protect Lian Wan while helping Lian Wan protect other disciples. Even if he is the number one Jindan, he will still be seriously injured.
Lian Wan didn't know where she was in the sword formation. The sword energy became even more violent. She cried with tears in her eyes and tried her best to protect herself while looking at Hua Ying sadly.
Hua Ying suppressed the blood in his mouth and rushed into the sword formation. He ignored the dozens of sword energies attacking from behind, and forcefully opened a gap in the sword formation, pushing Lian Wan out.
Unfortunately, he himself was trapped in the sword formation.
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