The woman in purple sheathed her sword and strode over.
The endless yellow sand behind them paled in comparison to the slightest movement of the person before them.
"What are you crying about? My disciple in purple robes, have you ever been so weak as to self-destruct?"
Despite being scolded, Xiang Wan felt a surge of joy, a warm current gradually washing over her.
She stood up, walked to Ziyi, gently tugged at his sleeve, and seeing that he did not object, she couldn't help but rest her head on his shoulder.
"Master, I have never been so fortunate to have become your disciple!"
The woman in purple stiffened slightly, remained silent for a moment, then stiffly raised her hand and gently patted her back. "Yes, I'm here!"
Xiang Wan trembled, a strange emotion filling her chest, so full and swollen that she couldn't help but want to hold onto this moment forever.
Knowing that Xiang Wan was frightened and still in shock, Zi Yi gently patted her back to soothe her.
He had no idea that raising apprentices was so troublesome! He had only vaguely heard from others that a master should not be too lenient or too harsh on his apprentices, especially female apprentices.
After a moment, he seemed to sense that Xiang Wan had calmed down, so he reminded her, "In your arms..."
Xiang Wan realized what was happening and quickly stepped back, holding the red ball in her hands, her voice trembling slightly: "Master, is there... any hope for it?"
He stared intently at the man in purple, not wanting to miss even the slightest expression on his face, for fear of hearing bad news.
The woman in purple sighed and took the item. "There is still a glimmer of hope. Protect it with your immortal power and nurture it for a while. Perhaps it can recover."
Xiang Wan's hands trembled as she looked at Zi Yi with hopeful eyes, then reached out to stroke the dying red ball with a sorrowful expression. Its body was a bloody mess, a tiny lump, not even the size of a palm.
After a long while, she composed herself, forced herself to remain calm, and smiled slightly: "Red Ball and I will have to trouble Master again."
Bitterness, guilt, pain, adoration... all sorts of emotions surged within Xiang Wan's heart, but what appeared on her face afterward was only a calm and composed demeanor.
This time, she was reckless.
If Ziyi hadn't appeared in time, she and Hongqiu would likely have met with dire consequences.
Zi Yi raised her hand and gave Xiang Wan a strange look, feeling that something seemed off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Master, could you show me around? I... I've never... properly appreciated the scenery here before."
Xiang Wan smiled faintly, quietly waiting for Zi Yi's reply.
Seeing Xiang Wan like this, Zi Yi was inexplicably moved and slowly nodded in agreement.
He condensed a stream of immortal power with his fingertips to protect the red ball, and handed over a spirit beast pouch with his other hand, saying, "Put it in; the spirit beast pouch will help it repair itself."
Xiang Wan took it, used her divine sense to mark it, and scanned it inside. It seemed to be a space about two meters square.
However, she couldn't put the red ball back in her arms.
"It hasn't recognized you as its master yet?" Ziyi asked, somewhat surprised.
Xiang Wan nodded, her expression somewhat somber. "It's my companion, not my pet."
Considering that Xiang Wan held it tightly in her arms when she self-destructed, she probably thought it was dead.
In today's world, true partners who can entrust their lives to each other and share life and death are rare indeed.
Cultivators are always lonely!
"Too much emotion is not good for cultivation," Zi Yi advised calmly.
Xiang Wan looked up and stared intently at Zi Yi. "Disciple knows, but in this world, what is the meaning of living without feelings?"
From the moment she came into this world, she didn't know if she had parents or relatives. Her only emotional support was the red ball, and now it seems she has even more.
She didn't cultivate immortality for the sake of becoming an immortal, but to protect what she wanted to protect. What's wrong with that?
There are countless paths in the world, why insist on squeezing onto just one?
Zi Yi glanced at Xiang Wan and the little Yunmeng Beast standing beside her, shook her head, and took out her flying sword.
"Let's go up, I'll show you the scenery."
Xiang Wan nodded, picked up the little Yunmeng Beast, and jumped onto the flying sword.
This is a flying sword with intricate patterns, and it is also Ziyi's natal flying sword.
She never expected that Ziyi would let him ride on his natal flying sword.
Zi Yi seemed unaware of Xiang Wan's thoughts, and commanded the flying sword to ascend into the sky and fly forward.
In the yellow sand, a black worm stirred, then turned and burrowed into the depths of the desert.
"This is the Eastern Crimson Flame Desert, which belonged to the Insect Race hundreds of thousands of years ago. Since the Insect Race was wiped out, this place has been abandoned. At this time, it is the coolest time in the Crimson Flame Desert, with little temperature difference between day and night. After a while, countless places will spew flames during the day, and the temperature will be extremely high. Even if you use your spiritual power to protect yourself, you may not be able to enter the depths of the desert. Some people say that the true body of the Crimson Flame God is hidden inside, which has attracted countless cultivators to enter, but they have all become withered bones in the end. Gradually, no cultivator dares to venture in anymore."
The woman in purple spoke calmly and without any emotional embellishment, simply stating the facts. To Xiang Wan, it was like heavenly music.
She had never heard Ziyi say so much before, and with a thought, she asked, "Master, do you believe it?"
The woman in purple didn't turn around; her voice drifted on the wind: "There are many legends, but if we believed them all, why bother cultivating immortality?"
"Does Master believe that human will can overcome nature?"
"I didn't believe it before, but I did later."
Xiang Wan wanted to retort, "If fate is determined by others and there's no escaping it, what's the point of believing in it?"
But remembering the scene of Zi Yi vomiting blood earlier, she forced herself to hold back.
This is Ziyi's faith. If her faith collapses, she will no longer be Ziyi, nor the only person in the world who occupies her eyes.
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