Chapter 8 Chapter 8 The Master is Back
Looking again, Sang Ling was injured by the sword energy without knowing when. With the new injury and the old injury added to it, she screamed in pain and fainted.
Hua Ying immediately ran over and anxiously picked up Sang Ling, not even noticing that his junior sister had also been pierced through the shoulder by the sword energy.
The stone door was completely opened. Lian Wan watched as her senior brother rushed out holding Sang Ling, and could only stumble after him. She vaguely saw Ping Jia's figure, and a feeling of grievance suddenly rose in her heart.
During these two days, Pingjia saw Sang Ling entering the Thousand Swords Pavilion. The inexplicable panic made him unable to sleep at night. He did not go anywhere during these two days and just stayed outside the Thousand Swords Pavilion.
When the scream was heard outside the stone gate, Ping Jia's eyes widened with nervousness and he immediately went to meet it.
I saw Hua Ying holding a person in his arms, wearing a white shirt stained with blood. Who is it? The eldest sister and the youngest sister are both wearing white clothes, who are they?
Pingjia's heart skipped a beat, and even he couldn't tell who he wanted Huaying to be in his arms. It seemed like he couldn't tolerate anyone.
Finally, she came forward. It was the senior sister...
Sang Ling's eyes were closed and her lips were pale. Ping Jia suddenly had a thought in his mind: How could it be the senior sister!
Lian Wan in the back couldn't contain her anger. She took a deep breath, and her expression changed instantly. She stretched out her hand weakly and called out:
"Young Senior Brother..."
Ping Jia then noticed Lian Wan, and for a moment he felt overwhelmed with guilt. He immediately supported Lian Wan and asked anxiously, "Lian Wan, how are you?"
He remembered that Wu Yao Immortal Venerable had also arrived outside Qian Jian Pavilion today, and he immediately wanted to support Lian Wan to let Wu Yao Immortal Venerable treat her.
He just looked up and saw that Wu Yao Xian Venerable was treating Sang Ling. Perhaps his movements were a little too rough, and Sang Ling's white wrist hanging under her body shook weakly, burning his eyes.
He blinked and lowered his eyes, then fed Lian Wan a pill, "Rest well first, I'll let Elder Yao help you later."
Lian Wan lowered her head with no clear expression on her face, and replied weakly, "I'm fine. Senior brother, go check on Senior Sister."
Pingjia felt even more guilty and replied, "There are so many people at Senior Sister's place, I'd better not go."
Lian Wan looked up and saw that there were indeed many people surrounding Sang Ling. Even the disciples who had been punished the day before were gathered in front of Sang Ling. There was also an outer disciple who had just joined the sect not long ago, who was over two meters tall and was looking at Sang Ling and crying loudly. .
She squeezed Pingjia's arm tighter and tighter until Pingjia cried out in pain, "Junior Sister, what happened to you?"
Lian Wan suddenly let go, "Brother, I just feel too much pain in my wound."
Ping Jia supported her with concern, but couldn't help wondering: "Junior sister, how come you are so strong?"
Lian Wan opened her eyes with tears in her eyes and said, "Maybe it's because I'm in so much pain."
There were indeed quite a few outsiders from the Thousand Swords Pavilion. Most of the elders in the sect had come just to see Sang Ling.
No one informed Sang Ling on the day of his return, and he went straight into the Thousand Swords Pavilion the next day. The Thousand Swords Pavilion had set dates and could not be opened midway, so if Sang Ling went in, he would either be seriously injured and fainted before leaving the tomb, or he would have to wait until today when his punishment was over before coming out.
While helping Sang Ling heal his wounds, Wu Yao Xian Zun was so angry that his beard stood up and he shouted, "How foolish!"
Hua Ying lowered his head and said in a slightly bitter tone: "She did it to protect me."
Wuyao Immortal Venerable sighed, "Your junior sister really has nothing to say about you." He glanced at Lian Wan, angrily saying, "Why can't you be a good senior brother!"
Hua Ying lowered his head and said nothing.
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It was already the next morning when Sang Ling woke up again. Miaomiao sat in front of the bed, watching her motionlessly, afraid that he would not notice her if she woke up.
Seeing Sang Ling open her eyes, she was so excited that she kept repeating the same things over and over again.
"Are you feeling better, Master Sister?"
"How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"
"That big fool Zhang Fan cried all night yesterday. Did he disturb my sister?"
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Sang Ling quickly covered her face with her hands to hide her guilt, took out a small wooden sword from her Qiankun bag, and handed it to Miaomiao.
Miaomiao's mouth was covered and she began to move, her voice buzzing: "Senior Sister, what is this?"
Sang Ling let go, "The sword energy in the Thousand Swords Pavilion has been sealed, use it for sword practice."
Miaomiao blinked her eyes and suddenly burst into tears: "It's all Senior Sister's fault. I didn't cry yesterday, but you pissed me off today."
The Thousand Swords Pavilion is dangerous, but the sword energy inside is very precious to sword practitioners like Miaomiao. Usually, only some elders will enter the Thousand Swords Pavilion to seal some sword energy for their disciples to practice swordsmanship.
But there are few elders who would do this. Even if there is sword energy, they will distribute it to their disciples. It is not the turn of outer disciples like Miaomiao.
Miaomiao continued with tears in her voice, "Senior sister, you are already so injured, and you still want to bring me sword energy."
Sang Ling looked at her with a smile, there was really nothing she could do about the girl's tears.
Miaomiao was so moved that she uttered wild words:
"Senior sister, can't you be a man? I want to marry you!"
Zhang Fan, who had rushed in after being frightened by the crying, was stunned and rushed to the bedside, "How dare you!"
Miaomiao was so angry at him that she stopped crying and just kept rolling her eyes at him.
The two of them made too much noise, so Wu Yao Xian Zun, who had been waiting and observing Sang Ling next door, also walked in.
"I have applied medicine to the wound on your face. This medicine is strange and cannot be exposed to sunlight. From now on, you will wear a veil. It will probably heal in more than a month."
Sang Ling touched her face and smiled.
Wuyao Xianzun continued, "I have also treated the injuries you suffered in Qianjian Pavilion. How do you feel now?"
Sang Ling sat up and said, "I feel much better."
Wu Yao Xian Zun sighed, "You have been in the Thousand Swords Pavilion for two days, and the injuries from the Chaos Beast have worsened a lot. Even if you can endure the pain, this is not the way to endure it."
Sang Ling didn't care much, "It's okay, Elder Yao said there is medicine to cure it, so what am I afraid of?"
Wuyao Immortal Venerable stroked his beard and said, "Don't worry about the medicine. I heard that you were injured by the Chaos Beast, so the Sect Master went to find medicine for you without returning to the sect. He just sent a message and the medicine will be back in three days."
Sang Ling raised an eyebrow, "Master, will you go and find medicine for me?"
Immortal Master Xiang Heng, the number one person in the immortal world and the head of the Cangwu Immortal Mansion.
"Your master is very happy that you can come back alive." After saying this, Wu Yao Xianzun looked at the blood talisman on her chest with worry.
"The Chaos Beast's wounds can be cured with medicine, but I still have no way to cure the blood talisman on your body. It will take some time for the Grand Elder of the Wanyao Sect to arrive."
Sang Ling lowered his head and looked at the blood symbol on his chest. "This blood symbol doesn't hurt or itch, so maybe it's not that scary."
Wuyao Immortal Venerable frowned, "I always feel that something is wrong. I'd better let the Grand Elder of Wanyao Sect check it before I can feel at ease."
"It's too much trouble for Wanyao Sect."
"Why bother? The territory of his Wanyao Sect is right behind Cangwu Immortal Mansion. If you hadn't stopped the Demon Lord, the second sect destroyed by the Demon Realm would have been their Wanyao Sect."
After that, Wuyao Immortal Venerable remembered something and said, "By the way, all the sects in the Immortal Realm have agreed to hold an Immortal Sect Council in Cangwu Immortal Mansion. One is to celebrate your return, and the other is that the Demon Realm has been in turmoil recently, and the various sects need to discuss some matters."
The Demonic World...
A pair of smiling phoenix eyes suddenly flashed through Sang Ling's mind, watching her fall into the ghost abyss with a look of pity and playful calmness.
Sang Ling immediately realized that this was the original body's memory of the Demon Lord. She didn't know whether it was fear or something else, but except for the pair of strange eyes, she couldn't remember anything else.
The Medicineless Immortal Venerable has already stood up.
“The elders still need to discuss related matters. I will come back to treat you after the Sect Master returns to the sect to find medicine.” After saying that, he went out.
Miaomiao and Zhang Fan came over again and immediately squatted in front of the bed to guard it.
Sang Ling glanced outside the door and heard no more movement, so she asked, "Where are Senior Brother and Ping Jia?"
It's really strange that there has been no movement in the past two days.
Miaomiao immediately replied: "Big Brother has taken Senior Sister Lian Wan to the competition arena. She was dragged to the stage to compete even though her injuries were not fully healed."
Judging from Hua Ying's personality, Lian Wan is unlikely to have an easy time on the arena this time.
Zhang Fan added: "Senior Brother Pingjia has been guarding outside the door. Do you want to let him in?"
Sang Ling waved her hand: "No need."
The sound was not blocked, and Ping Jia at the door heard it clearly. His body froze and the light in his eyes disappeared. He could not utter a single word that he used to say to Sang Ling in a coquettish way.
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On the martial arts arena, Lian Wan had already competed several times with five or six fellow disciples in the foundation-building stage. Her strength was low and her foundation was unstable, so these fellow disciples wanted to let her go.
But Huaying was watching from the side with a solemn face, just to prevent them from letting the game go.
After five or six trials, Lian Wan's hand holding the sword was shaking slightly. In order to avoid injury, everyone used stone swords. Although no blood was seen, it made her body bruised and the slightest movement caused severe pain.
Lian Wan called Hua Ying with tears in her eyes, "Big Brother, I'm in so much pain."
Hua Ying showed no mercy, "Come again!"
Lian Wan gritted her teeth and felt a little panic. It seemed that something had changed about her senior brother since leaving Thousand Swords Pavilion. She couldn't figure out this change, but it made her feel uneasy for no reason.
A day later, Lian Wan had difficulty even walking, but the most uncomfortable thing was not the trial in the arena, but the fact that Ping Jia had come to this moment.
Thinking back to the beginning, even if she had a wound the size of a fingernail, Pingjia would still clamor to heal her.
Lian Wan walked back to the cave with the sword in her hand, her lowered eyes flashing with hatred that was difficult to conceal.
Lian Wan’s punishment lasted for three days. The third day was the day when Immortal Xiang Heng returned to the sect.
On the day when Immortal Xiang Heng returned to the sect, Sang Ling was still practicing hard.
Ever since she came to this world of immortal cultivation, she knew that she could only survive by relying on herself.
When her original body fell into the Ghost Abyss, someone from the Cangwu Immortal Palace helped her, and when she got out of the Ghost Abyss, it was she, Sang Ling, who crawled out step by step.
The injuries of the Chaos Beast are getting worse every day. Apart from treatment with elixirs, only practice can slow down the deterioration rate. However, not everyone can practice while enduring the bone-eating pain.
Thick layers of sweat oozed from Sang Ling's forehead. She suppressed the unbearable pain and trembled, channeling her spiritual power to her dantian. When she was done with perfection, she suddenly opened her eyes.
There is someone coming outside the yard.
The door of the courtyard was pushed open and hurried footsteps were heard. Sang Ling's ears twitched slightly and she immediately recognized that it was her senior brother.
Sure enough, Hua Ying pushed the door open the next second with a look of joy on his face, "Master is back!"
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