The eyes cast towards Ruan Mian by people around her were filled with sympathy and resentment. Why did so many disciples die or get injured, while she returned safely?
The second elder narrowed his eyes slightly, there was no warmth in them, only indifference and cruelty.
The dark pupils were like two bottomless pits, and the girl's fragility had nowhere to hide in front of them.
She tried to argue.
Senior Sister Xiyue comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, little Junior Sister. If this is really a misunderstanding, your visit to the Cliff of Repentance is proof of this."
"Someone, take her away!"
Ruan Mian was cast under a silencing spell and could not speak.
The two brothers whispered "sorry" and dragged her out.
The one who stopped at the door was Mu Feng.
The man was wearing a black robe that was tightly fitting his body, outlining his strong shoulders and slender body curves.
"etc."
He walked past the girl and into the house.
Because my back was turned to the girl, I couldn't see what was happening.
It was just a teacup that flew over and broke on the ground, almost hurting her.
One could hear strong anger in the Second Elder's tone, mixed with Senior Sister Xiyue's gentle voice.
Mu Feng had an argument with his master. This was the first time in his life that he disobeyed orders, for her.
The two sides are at a stalemate.
A disciple came riding on a crane and went straight into the house.
After saying something in the second elder's ear, the other party looked at Ruan Mian deeply, snorted, and left in a huff.
The storm has temporarily subsided.
In a while, there will be the annual competition, which is also to eliminate unqualified disciples.
Everyone was making preparations, and the atmosphere in Tianluan Sect was lively.
Ruan Mian passed it by luck last time, but this time it won’t be so easy.
Besides, what should I do if the spiritual sword breaks and I don’t have time to replace it?
The girl took out all the spirit stones from the storage bag and counted them, but it was still not enough.
Song Wenjing took her to the Xuanbing Palace. "I know a famous craftsman who can make you a handy Bingpo Sword. It should be quite suitable."
The other party was an old acquaintance of his, and the two of them had some friendship. He guessed that Ruan Mian's cultivation level could not withstand it, so he just used some medium-grade ore to refine it.
"Just come and pick it up in a few days."
The tempering process is a personal privacy, so it is naturally inconvenient for them to see it. Song Wenjing thanked him.
On the way back.
"Senior Brother Song, how many spirit stones does the Ice Soul Sword cost?"
The man just smiled without saying anything. He gently touched the top of her hair and picked up a fallen leaf with his fingertips.
"You're welcome, Junior Sister. Just consider it a gift from me."
Song Wenjing was introverted and smiled from time to time, making it impossible to tell what he was really thinking.
Three days later, Ruan Mian went to Xuanbing Palace to get the sword.
On her return, she met Xiyue.
"Senior Sister?"
The woman's eyes were gentle and she spoke slowly.
"Junior Sister, Senior Brother Song asked me to bring you a message. He is currently waiting for you at the Wanku Tomb. He said he wants to practice swordsmanship with you before the competition begins."
She had never been to this place before and it felt a little unfamiliar.
Fortunately, Xiyue noticed it and told her considerately.
"Junior sister, you are not familiar with the route, right? It's okay, I will take you there."
The woman flew in front on her sword. Xiao Yuan suppressed her surging fear, stuck her head out and bit Ruan Mian's sleeve to stop her.
"I didn't know Junior Sister actually had a little pet. It's quite cute."
The little guy is usually lazy and would never do such a thing for no reason.
"Senior Sister, I suddenly remembered that I still have some spiritual plants that I haven't watered yet. I have to go back first. I can't afford it if something happens to them."
The woman's remaining patience was completely exhausted, and she took out a rope and tied up Ruan Mian.
I'm too lazy to act anymore. There's no more pretended warmth in my eyes, only hatred.
"Let's not keep Senior Brother Song waiting anxiously. Let's go."
Xiaoyuan took the opportunity to sneak out and run away.
Xiyue recognized it as the half-demon she had once abandoned, and thought it had left Ruan Mian behind just to escape, so she ignored it.
"Oh, useless trash."
The forbidden land of Wankuzhong.
The girl was forcibly taken to the top of a bottomless canyon. "Senior Sister? Why are you..."
She really couldn't figure it out.
Xiyue glanced at her coldly, "Why? Because you deserve to die! Why does he never let me get close to him, but is willing to personally instruct a fool like you!"
The girl thought about it. Was she talking about Senior Brother Song or... Bai Feng?
The woman was too lazy to waste time and pushed Ruan Mian down.
"It doesn't matter. You're going to die anyway, so I'll let you die quickly."
With her hands tied, the girl fell from a height into the abyss.
The canyon was lined with steep cliffs, covered with rotting vines and mosses, which were entangled together like ghosts.
During the process of Ruan Mian falling.
The thin clothes were torn, the arms and cheeks were scratched, and blood was dripping out.
Very deep and very cold.
The sun could not shine through the thick clouds, and the bottom was dark and depressing.
The girl's rope was pierced by thorns and she was able to free herself, but the spiritual energy surging from her dantian could only barely support her from falling to her death.
Fortunately, there was a quagmire at the bottom of the valley to cushion the blow, otherwise we would have been crushed to pieces.
Ruan Mian had lost sensation in his right calf, which might be broken.
I could hear the wails of ghosts and strange roars. The temperature was so low that it made me feel freezing cold.
It was pitch dark.
Countless eyes were staring at the girl who had strayed into this place. To them, she was the most delicious cake.
She slowly stood up on one leg, holding onto the stone wall, and took out a night pearl from her storage bag to illuminate the small area.
I also saw my situation clearly.
The soul-eating bird above my head stood on the treetop, its beak extremely sharp, and its rows of sharp teeth looked creepy.
The white corpses at her feet were mostly people who had fallen to their deaths like her.
The girl's skirt was covered in dirt and mud, her hair was messy and hung around her mouth, and beads of sweat were oozing out of her.
Very dangerous, very dangerous!
She didn't even dare to breathe loudly, but took small sips of air and clenched the Ice Soul Sword tightly in her hand.
The Soul-Eating Bird waited for a while, and when it found that its prey was not dead yet, it suddenly swooped down and pecked at the girl.
She blocked it with her sword, narrowly avoiding it.
Its sharp beak collided with the sword, causing Ruan Mian's palms to go numb.
He wanted to fly the sword but there was no way. The resentment in Wankuzhong was too deep, and there was an invisible restriction in the air that prevented people from leaving.
If you stay here any longer, you won't live to see tomorrow.
The girl distracted herself from fighting the Soul-Eating Bird that was chasing her, and continued to walk inside, trying to find an exit.
Her white boots stepped on the mud, and she struggled forward with her sword and injured body.
"Ho-chi!"
The Soul-Eating Bird became restless and attacked frantically, its long beak striking towards Ruan Mian's back.
The Ice Soul Sword couldn't bear it and broke with a snap.
The girl lost her weapon and rushed into a tomb in a panic.
A rare look of fear appeared in its scarlet eyes, and it didn't dare to approach.
Ruan Mian took a short rest, raised the night pearl to illuminate, and saw a pile of white bones in the center.
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