It is generally acknowledged in the cultivation world that...
For all cultivators on the path of cultivation, talent, luck, and hard work are all indispensable.
What's interesting about this sword tomb is that everyone, depending on their own luck, encounters different opportunities, and ultimately takes away different things.
She was probably just very unlucky.
Since I brought her along.
We trekked through mountains and rivers, passing through two hidden realms in spring and summer, but we didn't encounter anything of value.
Let alone martial arts techniques, secret manuals, and rare and precious materials.
They didn't even see a single cultivator.
They walked for a day and a night without rest in the autumn, and came to a forest full of maple leaves.
"Senior sister..." Ginger Cake panted heavily, whining, "My toes hurt so much..."
She has no cultivation.
They couldn't even draw qi into their bodies.
A mortal body can't withstand such torment!
Liu Zheng was also in a difficult position.
She aspires to further refine her swordsmanship, and missing the Sword Tomb, which opens only once every ten years, means she'll have to wait another ten years.
But……
I have already promised my master that I would take good care of my junior sister.
Gingerbread noticed Liu Zheng's hesitation, so she slid down and sat down against the thick tree trunk.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
Her little mouth pursed up in a wronged manner.
She immediately took off her shoes, lifted her feet to show Liu Zheng, and said, "My feet are scraped..."
"It hurts so much! It hurts so much!!"
"I'm not leaving, waaaaaah!!!"
After saying that, he grabbed the shoes and started rolling around on the ground.
Liu Zheng had no choice but to take out a golden octagonal object from his storage bracelet.
"Junior Sister, this formation can withstand a heavy blow from a Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage. You must stay inside the formation and do not go out. Wait for your senior sisters and brothers to come and get you."
"Okay, sure~"
Gingerbread sat obediently cross-legged in place.
Isn't this just like Sun Wukong drawing a circle around Tang Sanzang in Journey to the West to prevent him from leaving?
Don't worry!
She's definitely more obedient than Tang Sanzang.
It will absolutely not leave this circle; even the farts it releases can only circulate within this circle!
Knowing that his junior sister liked to eat, Liu Zheng took out a package from his storage bracelet after completing the formation.
It's full of snacks.
Gingerbread's eyes lit up as he hugged the bulging package to his chest.
Seeing her junior sister happily hugging the food, Liu Zheng was still worried, so she took out a bottle of fasting pills.
"I know Junior Sister doesn't like this. If she runs out of snacks and gets hungry, she can have this to tide her over for now." Not satisfied with that, he pulled out a stack of talismans from his waist. "If anyone tries to break through the formation, throw these talismans out."
Throw them all out?
So extravagant!!
Sword cultivators are already poor, and buying these talismans cost Senior Sister countless spirit stones.
So you just left it all to her like that?
Gingerbread felt a warmth in her heart and obediently accepted the talisman, saying, "Senior Sister Gingerbread will wait for you to come back!"
"Yes, Senior Sister will be back soon."
This is the Sword Sect's secret realm; I believe no one would dare to harm a fellow disciple.
What I fear is that there might be monsters.
After giving Jiang Bingbing repeated instructions, Liu Zheng continued forward.
Spring, summer, and autumn have passed, and she is about to enter the secret realm of winter.
In this icy and snowy place, the junior sister, lacking cultivation, would find it difficult to withstand the severe cold; it would be better for her to stay where she was just now.
Liu Zheng shook his head, telling himself not to overthink it, and quickened his pace, trying to get back to pick up his junior sister as soon as possible.
And here.
After Liu Zheng left.
Gingerbread unwrapped the package, took out the bright red spiritual fruit, and snapped it into a bite.
The juice is sweet, filling your mouth with flavor.
“It would be nice if I had a cell phone.”
Waiting here is a bit boring.
Based on her observations since her time travel, Gingerbread was an insignificant little character.
Not the protagonist of this world.
So there were neither opportunities nor troubles!
So they entered this famous sword tomb, only to find they couldn't see a single hair.
All I saw along the way were the changing seasons.
Nothing special, nothing special at all!
"I don't have anything to pass the time," she said, tossing the spirit fruit aside after finishing it. "Never mind, let's go to sleep."
I wiped my hands.
He placed the package under the tree trunk, put his hands under his head, and was about to close his eyes comfortably to rest.
"Swish swish swish~"
Sudden!
A strong wind was blowing in the distance!
The fiery red maple leaves on the ground took flight and swept into the sky, forming several vortexes of maple leaves.
Gingerbread: "?"
What's going on?
She had never seen anything like this before!
Gingerbread quickly sat up, curled up in the corner, and held up the package in front of his eyes.
Behind the bundle, round eyes stared at the sky.
All I heard was --
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of something cutting through the air was mixed with the metallic clang of weapons clashing.
Two people suddenly fell from a great height!
The two fought fiercely, their swords clashing and sparking.
The speed of the two was astonishing.
The gingerbread cakes were dazzling to look at.
She could only see a red blob and a gray blob fighting, and she couldn't make out their faces, features, figures, or clothes at all.
The center of volatile spiritual energy fluctuations.
An aged voice cursed in frustration, "Fen Jue, leave some room for maneuver! You've chased me all the way from the Heavenly Palace to here and you're still clinging to me. That's enough. Let me go, and you can choose any rare treasures, cultivation techniques, or secret manuals you want."
Although the facial expressions of the two fighters were not clearly visible, the old man's voice alone revealed him to be furious but unable to speak out.
He wanted to go berserk, but he couldn't defeat the red-robed monk.
A weary, disdainful laugh came from behind the maple leaves.
"I won't let go."
Just two short words.
It amazed Gingerbread's ears.
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