Chapter 22: Saving the Demonic Villain 9
"Then let's stay here and never go back, okay?" Feng Chuqiu hugged Xing Jian tightly in his arms. His voice rang out beside Xing Jian's ears, the ending tone trembling slightly. "How about we live like an ordinary couple in the human world?"
Xing Jian's pupils trembled slightly. He had thought about slowly accompanying Feng Chuqiu to influence his sensitive heart, but he didn't expect that the person behind him would be influenced by him so quickly and no longer worry about why he practiced.
Before Xing Jian could agree, Feng Chuqiu continued, "My spiritual roots have been damaged, and my cultivation can no longer advance. When we return, I will report to the Sect Master. How about we just be an ordinary couple in the human world?"
When Xing Jian heard Feng Chuqiu say this, even though they had been lovers for a lifetime, the tips of Xing Jian's ears instantly turned red when he heard that person's confession again.
Suddenly, a mechanical sound like thunder was heard in the void, "What kind of thing actually wants to marry our Lord Xingjian? Do you know that Lord Xingjian is..." 004 had just returned from the system space and heard Feng Chuqiu's fierce words. He was so excited that he didn't care that Feng Chuqiu couldn't see him and rushed directly towards Feng Chuqiu.
Before he could finish his words, 004 found himself teleported back to the system space again, and just like the previous world, he could not go back to the small world.
004 was anxiously spinning around in circles. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly thought of a savior and hurried towards the main god's temple.
"Xiao Xing, don't you want to?" Feng Chuqiu glanced at Xing Jian after not hearing his answer for a long time. There was a hint of redness in his eyes.
"I am willing, Xiaoxing is willing. No matter what your cultivation level is, Xiaoxing is willing to stay by your side for the rest of her life."
Looking at Xingjian's sparkling eyes, Feng Chuqiu took out an item from the storage bag and placed it in Xingjian's palm.
Looking at the strange talisman paper that appeared in his hand, Xing Jian poked it with his other hand out of curiosity. Unexpectedly, the talisman paper suddenly turned into ashes and was blown away in his palm.
"What is this?" Xing Jian was a little curious about the talisman paper that had just disappeared. Then he listened to Feng Chuqiu's explanation: "This is the spiritual contract we made before. In my heart, you are my wife, not a spiritual pet, so the contract has just been broken."
No wonder, the moment the talisman paper turned to ashes, Xingjian felt that some shackles on his body seemed to suddenly break. It turned out that the spiritual contract they made when they first met was broken.
During the days of unlocking the spiritual contract, Xing Jian always felt that Feng Chuqiu was a little strange.
Even though he was just going to buy snacks alone, Feng Chuqiu was worried and insisted on following him. Later, Xing Jian realized that without the spiritual contract, Feng Chuqiu had no way to locate his position all the time, so he could only use this method to make sure that he really did not leave.
In this way, the two of them traveled to Yuhua Sect while having fun. It was supposed to be a ten-day journey, but it took them nearly a month to reach the sect.
The seventy-two peaks of Yuhua Sect are hidden in the swirling clouds. Cranes returning to their nests fly over the gilded eaves, disturbing the clouds. The two white jade qilin beasts in front of the mountain gate are emitting a soft halo in the rosy glow.
Looking at the stone tablet with the words "Yuhua Sect" engraved on it at the foot of the mountain, Feng Chuqiu held Xing Jian's hand tightly and stepped into the sect with him.
The young disciple guarding the sect gate watched Feng Chuqiu lead the stranger into the sect and cautiously blocked the man's way.
"Junior Brother Feng, how have you been in the human world for a few days? May I ask who this young man is?" The one on duty at the sect gate today was his senior brother who had arrived earlier than Feng Chuqiu. He reached out to stop Feng Chuqiu and checked his jade token. He stood in front of Xing Jian and examined him to make sure that he had never seen this person before.
Seeing the disciple with a cautious look on his face, Xing Jian obediently presented his own jade card. In the Yuhua Sect, both the disciples and the spirit beasts under the disciples had an identity jade card, and Xing Jian also had one without exception.
After checking the jade token of the Star Sword, the disciple clasped his fists, stepped back, and said to Feng Chuqiu, "Congratulations, Junior Brother Feng, your spirit beast has transformed."
Hearing the disciple's words, Feng Chuqiu nodded and said, "Thank you, senior brother." Then he pulled the Star Sword and walked towards the top of the mountain.
When the two disappeared from view, the disciple's smile suddenly fell. "Pah, you think you're so great about having a spirit beast that can transform? You're not even polite to your senior brother. Yuhua Sect has more geniuses than just you."
The main hall of the Yuhua Sect's leader is on the highest peak - Changqing Peak. Holding Xing Jian's hand, Feng Chuqiu had a cold face and did not communicate with anyone passing by.
They walked all the way outside the hall, where they stood side by side waiting for the message.
Seeing Feng Chuqiu's stern face, Xingjian gently scratched the palm of Feng Chuqiu's hand with the hand that was held.
Feeling Xing Jian's movements, Feng Chuqiu lowered his head and whispered softly in Xing Jian's ear: "What's wrong? We can leave in a while."
Looking at the forced smile on Feng Chuqiu's face, Xing Jian felt a little conflicted. Was it really that hard for Feng Chuqiu to leave the sect? Or was it still...
"If you don't want to leave, forget it. Don't be unhappy. I just hope you can be happy every day. Whether in the sect or in the human world, we will be together."
Hearing Xing Jian's words, Feng Chuqiu was stunned, and a warm feeling came over him. It turned out that Xiao Xing said these things because he felt that he was unhappy.
"There's no unhappiness. Soon we will be together forever, forever and ever with Xiaoxing." Feng Chuqiu held the Star Sword tighter, and his eyes looking towards the hall became more determined.
Inside the main hall of Yuhua Sect, the nine-layered black ice steps were covered in frost. Feng Chuqiu knelt in front of the hall. Only the sect leader Xuanyu Zhenjun was present in the hall. Just by being in the same place with that person, Xingjian could feel the tremendous pressure from him.
"My disciple's spiritual roots have been damaged, and I cannot improve my cultivation any further. I therefore voluntarily leave the sect." A cold voice came out of Feng Chuqiu's mouth, but his hand holding the Star Sword did not loosen even a little.
There was a distorted expression on his drooping face. "Master Xuanyu, Master Xuanyu, I didn't expect to see you again."
An imperceptible red light flashed in Feng Chuqiu's eyes.
Hearing Feng Chuqiu, who was kneeling in the palace, say this, the True Lord Xuanyu sighed, walked up to Feng Chuqiu, raised his hand and pinched Feng Chuqiu's wrist. After circulating his true energy for several times, he confirmed that Feng Chuqiu in front of him had indeed damaged his spiritual roots. There was a bit more indifference in his eyes when he looked at Feng Chuqiu.
"Feng Chuqiu, do you know that those who leave the sect must go through the pain of stripping their spiritual roots?"
As soon as True Lord Xuanyu said this, Xing Jian, who was kneeling beside Feng Chuqiu, suddenly opened his eyes wide. What? Stripping away his spiritual roots?
"We will not withdraw from the sect." Xing Jian said without thinking.
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