Ye Sisi became more and more excited as she talked. She saw a slender hand, and then the white robe that Su Jiuli usually wore, except that the robe was no longer white.
After finally managing to pull the person out of the snowdrift, Ye Sisi examined him carefully and finally confirmed that the blood-covered figure, who had been buried in the snow for who knows how long and was covered in blood, was her gentle and refined senior brother.
She excitedly shook Su Jiuli's arm and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Senior Brother, wake up!"
Su Jiuli remained motionless. Only then did Ye Sisi snap out of her excitement and reach out with trembling hands to check his breath. Her expression froze completely, and her heart, which had just been filled with joy, instantly turned icy cold.
Su Jiuli has stopped breathing!
Ye Sisi forced herself to calm down. She didn't believe Su Jiuli was dead. She had clearly changed the life trajectories of her senior brothers and sisters and avoided the clutches of the female lead. How could she die in a spatial rift? She, the little golden core, was still alive!
So she didn't care about anything else and bit her finger to drip blood into Su Jiuli's mouth. She remembered that Xiao Pang had said that her blood had strong vitality and should be able to save Su Jiuli.
But the blood froze as soon as it started to flow. Ye Sisi was anxious; when you're down on your luck, nothing you do can go right.
So she gritted her teeth and shoved her fingers into Su Jiuli's mouth. Then, with her other hand, she pried open his chin and slammed it down hard. Pain shot through her fingertips, and she could feel cold liquid flowing from them.
Seeing this, Ye Sisi squeezed her fingers hard, trying to make her blood flow faster and more.
She repeated the same action over and over again until all ten of her fingers were bleeding, but Su Jiuli remained motionless.
Ye Sisi examined Su Jiuli's body again and found that in addition to the numerous small cuts, he also had a fatal wound.
It was a gaping wound that almost pierced through his chest. The bright red blood around the wound had frozen, but the white bone was faintly visible. Ye Sisi felt pain just looking at it, and then tears involuntarily streamed down her face. She had done her best, but was there really no way to save him?
She didn't believe it, so she continued to feed Su Jiuli blood. Even when she couldn't squeeze any blood from her fingertips, she forcibly cut open her wrist. Even though only a little blood could be fed in each time, she cut open her wound again and again, squeezing hard as if she didn't feel the pain, trying to feed Su Jiuli more blood.
Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer. Already weak, she couldn't help but faint.
Rewind to an hour earlier, at the Heavenly Spirit Sect, in the Soul-Stopping Hall, Meng Tianyuan, who was staring intently at his disciples' soul lamps, suddenly stood up. Just moments before, the soul lamps in front of him had been extinguished one after another.
Even with his composure, he couldn't help but see things for a moment, muttering, "How could this be... how could this be..."
Even the usually unhurried and alluring woman stood up nervously, her upturned fox-like eyes fixed on the six completely extinguished soul lamps.
He just joined the Heavenly Spirit Sect, how come the kids are already in trouble after so long? What kind of uncle is he then?
Fortunately, the soul lamps were extinguished for only a short time. About fifteen minutes later, all six soul lamps lit up one after another.
Except for Ouyang Yanyu's soul lamp, which was still as weak as before and seemed to dissipate with a gust of wind, everyone else had undergone significant changes.
The soul lamps of Bai Luochen, Ye Shubai, and Lin Shuangluo were about the same brightness as before, or even brighter than before the soul lamps were shaking wildly.
Meng Tianyuan guessed that they must have broken through or obtained some kind of opportunity, but Ye Sisi and Su Jiuli's soul lamps had some problems.
Ye Sisi is alright. Although her eyes have dimmed and she is even a little shaky, at least she is not in any immediate danger.
However, Su Jiuli's soul lamp was already so weak that it was comparable to Ouyang Yanyu's soul lamp.
Meng Tianyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but gritted his teeth and cursed, "They're all more troublesome than the last. Looks like we haven't beaten them enough. They're all so reckless..."
While cursing him, he also made complicated hand gestures. The alluring woman beside him also began to help. With the combined efforts of the two, the faint flame on Su Jiu's Soul-Separating Lamp was finally preserved. Although it was still very weak, it did not dissipate.
After finishing everything, he called out, "Nalan boy, come in!"
Nalan Yunye, who was diligently practicing his sword outside, ran in excitedly. His idol was finally willing to talk to him again. He was so happy!
It's a long story. Even Meng Tianyuan admired Nalan Yunye's dedication to the sword. If it weren't for his poor aptitude, Meng Tianyuan would have wanted to take him as his disciple just for his character.
But after personally instructing Nalan Yunye on sword techniques several times, he felt a pain in his chest. So he assigned him a task to practice on his own and told him not to come to see Nalan Yunye for the next month.
Nalan Yunye was obedient and practiced diligently. He felt that the reason he angered his idol was because he hadn't worked hard enough, so he needed to work harder.
Getting back to the topic, Nalan Yunye happily entered the Hall of Soul Resting, only to find that his idol and that evil cultivator senior looked strange.
Then he saw the two nearly extinguished soul lamps, and while he was shocked, he was also somewhat disappointed!
Ah! So his idol wasn't going to give him any guidance after all. He sighed inwardly and then took out his compass.
Seeing how cooperative the boy was, Meng Tianyuan's expression softened. Fortunately, he wasn't an ingrate, and his kindness in teaching him hadn't been in vain.
At the same moment, on the nameless island of Tianji Sect, the Red Nether Sect Leader was still standing on the Star Gazing Platform, looking up at the starry sky above.
He first looked at the increasingly bright golden stars. In the past month or so, the fortune of this chosen one had not declined, but instead showed a trend of becoming even stronger.
What made Hong Ming frown repeatedly was that the life stars surrounding this golden star were falling too frequently, and he discovered that every time these life stars fell, the life star of the chosen one would become a little brighter, which shouldn't be the case!
Logically speaking, those who are close to the chosen ones should have increasingly prosperous fortunes, so why are they falling one after another?
On the contrary, the red star that belonged to Ye Sisi was surrounded by people whose fortunes were becoming more and more prosperous, and no other star fell because of her, except that one of them dimmed a few days ago.
Of course, the star chart here can only show the life star of cultivators; otherwise, Hong Ming would be able to see the countless demons who died because of her.
Seeing such a strange situation, Hong Ming began to doubt the records in the ancient books. Was the red star of destiny really a demon star? Why did he feel that the star of destiny of this chosen one of destiny was more like a demon star?
Just as he was thinking this, a star very close to the red star suddenly dimmed without warning, and it was close to falling even if it didn't fall immediately!
Crimson Nether...
Why did this slap in the face have to come so suddenly? So, which one is the real jinx?
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