Chapter 543 Abandoning Ruthlessness (13)
Not long after, a new spirit tablet was erected in the ancestral temple of Lingxu Sect, and the white cloth was hung in Lingxu Sect for a long time.
After He Li passed away, Song Xianning returned to Yanxiu Peak to meditate and strive to reach the peak of the Golden Core Realm.
The Grand Elder and the Sect Leader of Lingxu Sect both passed away, and the Grand Elder's disciples also achieved breakthroughs through seclusion.
Although the elders of the seventy-two peaks in the sect all have the strength of the Nascent Soul stage, their strength is not at its peak. They have been stuck at the bottleneck for thousands of years and cannot make progress. It will be difficult for them to reach the top in the future. Therefore, before leaving, Yun Fei will advise Song Xianning to practice well and revitalize the sect.
The disciples of the supreme elders are all top geniuses.
Half a year later, Song Xianning broke through to the Nascent Soul stage. After surviving the thunder tribulation, she went out and sat in the yard, looking up at the sky in a daze.
I once shamelessly asked my master for a promotion reward, but after I was promoted, my master was gone.
The wind shook the leaves, and a bunch of branches stretched out in front of Song Xianning, with a cloth bag on the branches.
After receiving the message conveyed by the spiritual power left by Yun Fei on the tree, Song Xianning blinked her eyes which suddenly turned red.
This is the reward prepared for her by her master. The cloth bag is a spiritual weapon with nine seals. After she is promoted to the corresponding realm, she can open the seals and get the reward.
She became a disciple when she was in the early stage of Jindan, but she also received rewards before Jindan, so she opened the first few seals easily.
After putting away her things, Song Xianning closed the yard door and prepared to return to the Song family.
A bloody figure landed on Yanxiu Peak. Song Xianning was slightly stunned as she saw Mo Jinwu walking towards her.
Seeing herself reflected in his calm black eyes, Song Xianning was speechless for a moment.
Mo Jinwu handed over a green stone, "Master asked me to give it to you."
"What?" Song Xianning took it.
"Nascent Soul Promotion Ceremony."
Song Xianning pursed her lips into a smile, "Thank you, Senior Brother Mo."
"Yeah." Mo Jinwu lowered his eyes and looked at her.
Seeing him standing there motionless, Song Xianning asked, "Senior Brother Mo, aren't you leaving?"
"Hmm." Mo Jinwu frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem. He looked at her twice again, turned and left.
Song Xianning exhaled a breath of foul air and flew back to the Song family.
After staying in the Song family to practice for three years, exploring secret realms and practicing in seclusion, Song Xianning returned to Lingxu Sect for a tour, and then traveled around the entire Jiuzhou to gain experience.
Five years later, Xizhou.
Song Xianning accidentally poked the nest of a group of evil cultivators. Their strength was two realms higher than hers. She was tied up and they threatened to suck her blood.
Being tied up tightly and thrown into the house, Song Xianning looked around and saw that many monks were tied up here like her, and there were already many corpses around. They had died after their blood was drained, and the corpses emitted a foul smell.
Song Xianning was given a drug that restricted her spiritual power, so she couldn't hold her breath. As soon as she came in, she was choked by the foul smell and started coughing.
The man who had captured her stepped on the corpse of the person next to him, propped himself up on his knees and looked at her. "Hey, what's your name? Why do you look so familiar?"
Could he have captured a disciple from a large family or sect? They never touched dangerous people like that. Disciples from large families or sects had anti-killing restrictions on them, and the old men behind them were also very protective.
Song Xianning leaned against the wall, smiled lightly and asked, "Didn't you ask about my identity before arresting me? Are you scared now?"
The evil cultivator leader looked at her with an evil look and touched his chin, "If you have a background... then do it cleanly. You saw it all. Righteous cultivators like you love to meddle in other people's business. If you let him go, it would be disastrous."
The more I look at her, the more familiar she looks.
Song Xianning raised her foot and kicked him away, "Don't talk to me so close, don't you know how bad your mouth stinks?"
As she spoke, Song Xianning tried to untie the soul-binding ropes on her body.
Even though her spiritual power was limited, there were other ways. She had plenty of things to save her life.
"Hiss!" The evil cultivator covered his stomach and arched into a shrimp shape. He didn't expect that her kick would be so fast and painful without her spiritual power. His face turned red.
Using spiritual power to soothe the pain, the evil cultivator strode closer with a ferocious look on his face, "Dare to kick me? Even if you have a strong background, I will definitely suck your blood and essence dry!!"
He looked at the other person's face, his eyes gleaming, "Before that, let me have a good time--"
The rest of the words were stuck in his throat, because Fei Tian's sword pierced through the roof and went straight into his crown, carrying wood chips with it.
The evil cultivator's eyes widened, blood gushed out of his head, his brains splattered out, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".
The evil cultivators ran around in panic, trying to escape, but the ice spread rapidly, freezing them and leaving them unable to move, standing still and turning them into staring human-shaped ice sculptures.
Song Xianning threw away the soul-binding rope on her body and swallowed an antidote pill in the face of this bloody scene.
It was a bit brutal, but she had seen all kinds of storms in the past few years, so this kind of scene was acceptable to her.
Mo Jinwu jumped in from the big hole in the roof, raised his hand to recall the sword, and there was no blood on the blade.
He casually swung his sword, and the soul-binding ropes on the captured monks in the house quickly broke.
Song Xianning met his gaze and smiled at him, "Long time no see, Senior Brother Mo."
When I returned to Lingxu Sect five years ago, Mo Jinwu was not in the sect. It has been eight years since we last saw each other.
So much time had passed, and if he didn't mention it, there was no need for her to dwell on it. Ultimately, she was the only one trapped, and she was the only one who cared.
"Yeah." Mo Jinwu's gaze stayed on her face for a moment, then he looked away.
He turned his wrist and stabbed the long sword into the ground. Wherever the sword passed, the ice shattered, and the frozen evil cultivators also disintegrated into ice sand.
The monks who were rescued all looked horrified.
After her spiritual power recovered, Song Xianning looked around and saw that there was nothing left for her to do, so she climbed out the window and left.
A figure followed behind her. Song Xianning turned her head to look at him. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she simply didn't say anything either.
"Junior Sister Song." Mo Jinwu flashed to her side.
Song Xianning tilted her head to look at him, "Hmm?"
After knowing him for so many years, this was the first time he called her by his own initiative, and also the first time he called her Junior Sister.
"When will you return to the sect?"
"I'll be back soon, to retreat." Her eyes fell on his pale lips. "You look unwell, are you injured internally?"
His breathing was also a little unstable.
"No problem."
Song Xianning looked at him for a while before looking away, "Oh."
I think it was because he was in the Out-of-Body Stage and forced himself to kill an evil cultivator in the Fusion Stage from a higher realm, and he suffered backlash.
Just as he was about to fly into the air, he saw the person next to him half-kneeling down.
Before she had time to think, she reached out to catch him, and in the blink of an eye, she saw him spitting out blood.
"You still say you're fine." Song Xian concentrated her spiritual power and probed into his body. "Your realm has dropped. Have you been injured before?"
Mo Jinwu raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, "Yeah."
"Have you taken the pills?"
"Um."
"Can you walk?"
Mo Jinwu looked at her for a moment, shook his head, and a flash of emotion that was almost impossible to grasp flashed across his eyes, but was quickly suppressed by a hint of ice. His black eyes were still like a reflection of a cold pond.
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