"Bingying, you've suffered."
An Yuxi gently stroked Wenren Bingying's snowy cheek with pity, her eyes filled with heartache.
"Master, it's not painful."
Wenren Bingying gently shook her head, her almond-shaped eyes clear, and said, "This is the path I have chosen. No matter what dangers I encounter, I will gladly follow it."
Seeing Wenren Bingying's resolute gaze, An Yuxi was deeply moved. She gently pulled Wenren Bingying into her arms and said softly, "Bingying, promise your master that you will not take such risks again. I think your uncle would not want to see you in danger either."
Wenren Bingying nodded obediently: "Yes, I understand, Master."
After saying that, she raised her chin and looked at An Yuxi with bright eyes, saying, "Master, let's set off back to Jingyang City immediately. I've been wandering in the Abyss of Death for so long, my parents and grandmaster must be very worried about me. I should go back and let them know I'm safe."
"You silly girl, why are you in such a hurry to go back? Besides letting me know you're safe, I'm afraid you have other plans, right?"
An Yuxi looked at Wenren Bingying with a half-smile and said mischievously.
Wenren Bingying's cheeks flushed slightly, and she muttered, her gaze darting away, "What other thoughts could I possibly have..."
"You still say no, but your true feelings are written all over your face."
An Yuxi lightly stroked Wenren Bingying's face with her jade-like fingers and teased her.
"Oh dear, Master, you're so annoying! You're always making fun of me!"
Wenren Bingying blushed deeply, so embarrassed that she kept punching her master.
At this moment, spatial fluctuations came from all directions, and one after another, sect elders with the cultivation level of the Spirit Sect led their disciples and geniuses into the air.
"Elder Zhan Hong of the Sun Pavilion, along with his disciple Lin Wuyai, have come to congratulate Junior Nephew Bingying on being inscribed on the Death Tablet."
"Junior Sister An, congratulations! This is just a small token of my appreciation."
The first to arrive was an elderly man with white hair and a weathered face, dressed in a yellow robe, who presented An Yuxi with a congratulatory gift with a beaming smile.
"Senior Brother Zhan Hong, you're too kind."
An Yuxi did not refuse the gift and naturally put it away.
This is a tradition of the Yingyue Sect. Disciples who achieve remarkable results in the sect are required to receive congratulatory gifts from elders of other sects. Refusing to accept them would offend others.
Next, more than ten elders at the Spirit Sect level, representing their respective sects, presented congratulatory gifts to An Yuxi, which An Yuxi accepted one by one.
"Fairy Bingying, I am Lin Wuya of Yaori Pavilion. Congratulations on your inscription on the Death Monument and your brilliant achievement. This Grade 5 Spirit-Stabilizing Pill will help you consolidate your realm. I hope you will accept it."
Lin Wuyai, the chief disciple of Yaori Pavilion who had come with Elder Zhan Hong, stepped forward with an elegant demeanor and presented a gift to Wenren Bingying with a warm smile.
Looking at the fifth-grade pills that Lin Wuyai had given her, Wenren Bingying frowned slightly. The meaning of a disciple giving a gift is different from that of an elder giving a gift, especially between people of the opposite sex. If a generous gift is given, it means that the other party has the intention to woo her. Accepting it is equivalent to accepting the other party's feelings.
"The gift from Senior Brother Lin is too precious for Bingying. Please take it back."
Wenren Bingying naturally wouldn't accept the other party's feelings and calmly refused.
Upon hearing this, Lin Wuyai looked disappointed. In this situation, he couldn't keep pestering her, so he had no choice but to take back the pill.
Following Lin Wuyai, several other talented male disciples from other pavilions, harboring feelings of admiration, presented Wenren Bingying with valuable gifts. However, Wenren Bingying remained unmoved, displaying an aloof and unapproachable demeanor as she rejected them one by one.
"Junior Sister Bingying."
At this moment, a handsome man dressed in a magnificent red and black brocade robe, with a gentle and refined appearance and an air of authority, walked out with one hand behind his back. He had a warm smile on his face and spoke gently to Wenren Bingying, saying, "Brother Ganzhen, congratulations, Junior Sister."
As he spoke, he presented a long, icy sword that was pure white and translucent, with a chilling light that seemed to freeze one's gaze. He smiled and said, "Junior Sister possesses an ice spirit body and practices the Ice Phoenix Sword Technique. This Ice Soul Sword is perfect for you. I hope you will not refuse. This was specially commissioned by your brother to be forged for you by a master from the Northern Cold Lands."
"This is... a sixth-grade spiritual weapon!"
Everyone present was shocked. Gan Zhen was really willing to spend a lot to win over Wenren Bingying, even giving away a sixth-grade spiritual weapon.
"Damn it, Gan Zhen really planned this all along, he even prepared a sixth-grade spiritual artifact specifically for Fairy Bingying!"
"Alas, Gan Zhen's talent and background far surpass ours, and he is extremely popular with women. Right now, he has even tailored a sixth-grade spirit sword for Fairy Bingying. I'm afraid Fairy Bingying will have a hard time escaping his grasp."
Upon seeing the Ice Soul Sword presented by Gan Zhen, Lin Wuyai and the others who harbored feelings for Wenren Bingying were all disheartened. A sixth-grade spiritual weapon was already extremely valuable, and this Ice Soul Sword was a sixth-grade spiritual sword that perfectly suited Wenren Bingying's physique and spiritual skills. For Wenren Bingying, its value was simply immeasurable.
As for Gan Zhen himself, he was not only of noble status, being both the sect leader's personal disciple and the third prince of the Great Gan Kingdom, but also possessed astonishing talent and strength. He was the only disciple among the younger generation of Yingyue Sect, besides Wenren Bingying, to have his name inscribed on the Death Monument. He could be considered the undisputed number one among the younger generation of Yingyue Sect at that time.
Given her background, talent, and the elaborate gift she had gone to such lengths, they couldn't fathom why Wenren Bingying would refuse the Ice Soul Sword offered by Gan Zhen.
A sixth-grade ice-type spirit sword?
Wenren Bingying looked at the Ice Soul Sword with surprise. She didn't have any particular interest in the sword, but she was surprised that Gan Zhen was willing to give her such a valuable spiritual weapon. It seemed that Gan Zhen was really determined to have her.
"Senior Brother Ganzhen, you should take this sword back. It's too valuable. Bingying really doesn't dare to accept it."
Due to the other party's status, Wenren Bingying toned down her cold attitude somewhat, but still refused without hesitation.
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