Su Rongjin was somewhat delirious due to her severe injuries, and she squinted as she looked into the distance.
Sword formations and immortal robes...
Are the visitors disciples of the Lingwei Sect?
Unexpectedly, he died at the hands of the Lingwei Sect disciples. Although he was unwilling, he could not hold on any longer.
The handsome young man leaned against a tree and fainted.
Fu Sang used his sword formation to vent his anger, cutting the Crimson Flame Wolf into pieces before wiping the sweat from his forehead with his small hands.
"Phew, I'm exhausted."
Because she and Su Rongjin were the closest to the formation, and because they had been injured by the magic weapon before, their cultivation levels had both regressed considerably.
Now, Fusang looks about five or six years old, just like a baby.
Fu Sang reached out and touched his lower belly, looked longingly at the monster meat on the ground, and walked towards Su Rongjin on the grass.
Sunlight streamed through the branches of the trees, falling on the boy and giving him a beautiful halo.
The handsome boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, leaned against a big tree and fainted.
A gentle breeze swept by, and the boy's smooth, black hair fell to his chest, a strand of it floating to his cheek, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Fu Sang dragged his immortal sword to the tree and looked at the handsome young man who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.
"Is he dead?"
Fu Sang quickly threw away the immortal sword, knelt down in front of Su Rongjin, and placed her fair little hand under his straight nose.
Although the boy's breathing was weak, it was still faint.
"It's good that he's not dead..."
Fu Sang stared at the boy for a few seconds, then reached out her small hand towards his fair and handsome face.
The girl pinched Su Rongjin's face mercilessly with her small hands, saying as she pulled, "You despicable devil, how dare you hit me."
Her shoulder is still aching slightly, and the little darling isn't cute at all.
As if sensing something, Su Rongjin's handsome brows furrowed slightly.
Fu Sang was startled and quickly let go of his hand, looking at him nervously.
She finally understood that in this world, their identities were diametrically opposed, and before she could even win his heart, she was likely to be killed.
It's so difficult.
How do I win over this ambitious and ruthless villain?
Fu Sang stroked his chubby little chin, pondering how to deal with the current situation.
A moment later.
Fu Sang sat down to the side, crossed his legs, and began to meditate and cultivate to heal his injuries.
Fortunately, cultivators who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage hardly need to eat, and she hasn't felt hungry even after most of the day.
However, having gotten used to three meals a day, I started to crave something to eat.
Fu Sang glanced at the handsome young man beside him again.
Two hours have passed, and he still hasn't woken up.
"Rabbit, report our current location."
[Host, you are currently in a deep mountain at the foot of the Lingwei Sect. This place is teeming with magical beasts; you should leave as soon as possible.]
The Crimson Flame Wolf isn't of a particularly high rank, so if it encounters a high-ranking magical beast, it's very likely to become its meal.
Fu Sang thought for a moment, then squatted down beside the boy.
"Hey~ wake up."
Su Rongjin still hasn't woken up.
[Host, he is seriously injured and his spiritual power is damaged. You need to give him medicinal pills to heal his wounds.]
"Why didn't you say so sooner?"
[...] Little cutie, this is common knowledge about cultivating immortality.
Fu Sang opened his storage ring, took out healing pills, and forcefully fed them to the boy.
After a while.
"Cough..." The handsome young man opened his eyes.
Su Rongjin looked at the girl squatting in front of him with his dark, glassy eyes.
Their eyes met.
Su Rongjin parted his thin lips slightly: "You are... a disciple of the Lingwei Sect?"
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