Maple leaves slowly fall.
As the little girl fell to the ground bleeding, the tiger-head hat comically covered her face.
Fen Jue walked up to the girl, bent down, casually gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and reached out towards her nose with his left.
"Dead."
After uttering those two words lightly, he fell silent.
A short while later...
He then sent a wisp of his divine consciousness into her spiritual sea.
"He is indeed a junior disciple of Immortal Jade Peak."
"He hasn't even managed to draw Qi into his body, so what talent does he have? He must be a useless piece of trash in the sect."
His thin lips uttered words without any mercy; if Gingerbread were still alive, it would probably jump up and bite him.
"A good-for-nothing, he's dead, so be it."
Fen Jue picked up his sword, turned and walked away, but stopped after taking two steps and then slowly turned back.
I wasn't planning on getting involved with this useless little girl.
But then he suddenly remembered something.
Then we had no choice but to take action.
In any case, what came to the Sword Tomb was a wisp of his spiritual consciousness.
This little girl has absolutely no talent; it would be good if she lived to be a hundred. When she dies, he'll withdraw this wisp of spiritual consciousness, which will save face in the Heavenly Palace.
It won't waste time.
Compared to his long lifespan, a hundred years was as short as the rising and setting of the sun and moon.
Think of this.
The red-clad swordsman formed hand seals, and in the next moment, spiritual energy gathered into a gust of wind, causing his black hair to flutter behind him.
Burning Blade emitted a golden light from his entire body.
With his eyes tightly closed, Gingerbread slowly stood up, his toes off the ground, the blood around his mouth drying.
The golden light surrounding the two intensified.
The red-clad swordsman looked down at Gingerbread, his longsword slicing through his fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood flowed out.
He pressed his fingertips against Gingerbread's forehead to make sure the blood from his fingertips formed a mark, then placed his right hand behind Gingerbread's head, making her tilt her head back slightly, while he lowered his head, pressing his forehead tightly against the girl's forehead.
With a slight movement of his thin lips, he softly uttered a vow.
"With my blood and your soul, we forge a pact here, and I will protect you for the rest of your life."
"As long as heaven and earth remain intact, the soul bond will never break."
"Knot!!!"
At a command, the two people soared several meters into the air, golden runes swirling around them.
The fiery red maple leaves added even more vibrancy to the beautiful scenery before us.
If Gingerbread could see this scene.
It will definitely make your mouth water.
...
"Senior sister, the formation has been completely destroyed!"
"How can I explain this to my master?"
"Junior Sister, wake up!"
"It's all my senior sister's fault."
Senior sister?
Awake?
Who is it?
Aren't you afraid of being haunted if you disturb someone's peaceful sleep?
She's already dead, yet she still gets disturbed.
Wait, wasn't she dead? How come I can still hear people wailing for her?
Could it be that she has become a wandering ghost?
Gingerbread tried to open its eyes to see, but its eyelids were terribly dry, and it hurt whenever its eyeballs moved.
She could feel someone pushing her arm.
Shake her hard.
But he just couldn't wake up.
A little while later, Gingerbread fell into a coma again.
Meanwhile, on the spiritual platform in the center of her mind, the red-robed cultivator sitting upright slowly opened his eyes.
"This senior sister of Immortal Jade Peak is so anxious. This good-for-nothing girl has extremely poor talent, but she is indeed favored."
"It wasn't a complete lie."
After he finished speaking, he formed a hand seal.
Close your eyes again and focus on your cultivation.
Although Fen Jue and Jiang Bingbing formed a soul contract, Jiang Bingbing had died once before, so it would take her at least ten days to half a month to fully wake up.
During the ten days she was asleep, the Pact-Making Ceremony had ended. This year's luck was astonishing; Ling Hanchuan formed a pact with a senior from the Sword Sect who cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness.
Liu Zheng also formed a pact with a senior with an ice spirit root.
The atmosphere at Xianyu Peak, which should have been filled with joy and celebration, was oppressive and somber because of Jiang Bingbing's unconscious state.
The disciples of the Sword Sect all know that the little fool from Immortal Jade Peak is a treasure. Now that she's suffered in the Sword Tomb, they wonder how Immortal Lord Qingxue will treat the sect leader with such disrespect.
The main hall of the clan.
Immortal Lord Qingxue stood before Sect Leader Wuya with a dark expression.
This was the 53rd time in ten days that he had said this.
"Sect Leader, I told you not to let Bingbing enter the Sword Tomb. You insisted on following the sect rules. If Bingbing could have cultivated Qi and reached the Qi Refining stage, I wouldn't have said anything. But she has no ability to protect herself at all. Now my most beloved disciple is still unconscious. It's all your fault!"
Despite his ears being calloused, Sect Leader Wuya repeated the words 53 times.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's all my fault."
Seeing that this junior brother had picked up his teacup and taken a sip, it seemed he was about to talk for another half an hour after moistening his throat.
Sect Leader Wuya hurriedly reminded:
“Junior brother, Bingbing’s breathing and pulse are normal. She’s just unconscious and not in any danger.”
"You said yourself that you're in a coma!" Immortal Lord Qingxue's voice suddenly rose in anger. "Ten days of coma is a coma, but what if it's ten years or a hundred years?"
The sect leader, Wuya, dared not utter a sound when he saw his junior brother's fury.
After a while, she said weakly:
"Sigh, there's nothing I can do about it. All inner disciples who turn fifteen have to enter the Sword Tomb. I can't stop them."
What's even more infuriating is that they still can't figure out why the gingerbread turned out this way.
Here, the usually meticulous Qingxue Immortal Lord was cursing the sect rules, while the dignified sect leader sat upright, listening without daring to argue back.
Two cups of tea's time passed.
The sect leader, Wuya, glanced at the setting sun on the horizon; his old arms and legs were already numb.
My junior brother hasn't finished cursing me yet.
I really can't listen to it anymore.
"Ahem," he stroked his beard, "Junior brother, look how late it is, why don't we..."
"Senior Brother!" Immortal Lord Qingxue said in a resounding voice, "My little disciple is on the verge of death, how can you not even listen to your junior brother's little complaints?"
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