Chapter 145 Sharing Weal and Woe
The flowing lines of light distorted the space, creating a subtle sense of folding, carrying a heart-pounding dizziness and an ethereal sword intent, heading straight for the alien eagle to explode.
Two birds of vastly different sizes almost missed each other with their wings brushing against each other.
Time seemed to stretch out invisibly at that moment. Su Qingliu, who had been watching her the whole time, had a hint of surprise in her eyes, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly.
The junior sister not only blended those sword intents together, but even the star wheel faintly evolved with spiritual consciousness, condensing into blurry light and shadow.
This round lasted only a breath, and neither side gained any advantage.
Jiang Xianwan's cheeks were scratched by sharp claws, and beads of blood rolled down his chin, making him look somewhat ferocious and terrifying.
The dull impact caused the alien eagle's wings to flap violently, and its back was slashed by the powerful sword intent, leaving several deep, curled marks. Its feathers, like red-dyed snowflakes, fluttered down.
The commentator shook the tree branch frantically again, "Is this Jiang Xianwan's magic weapon? I never thought that we cultivators would have a day when we have to share the safety of strange beasts!"
"Jiang Xianwan is really amazing! She actually risked her life to fight against a Nascent Soul Peak alien eagle for Lan Bao!"
"Killing enemies of a higher rank! What a concept! No wonder Jiang Xianwan is so skilled!"
"This scene is exhilarating!"
A difference of just one level is like an insurmountable chasm.
But Jiang Xianwan was able to overcome this insurmountable barrier.
I'm just... a little lazy.
It's usually not very noticeable.
"Look! The alien eagle is completely enraged and has turned around and charged again!"
The golden-eyed eagle flapped its wings, heavily striking the air, and took to the air again, letting out a sharp cry.
The sharp arc of the wingtips cleaving the night, the heavy shadows brushing against the clouds, once again hurtled towards Jiang Xianwan and the others.
"court death."
Jiang Xianwan sat upright as before, her gaze indifferent, her cold white fingertips spinning rapidly as she gently patted the back of the blue exotic bird.
The two strange birds flew past each other again in the blink of an eye.
Amidst a shower of soft, star-like light, a sharp cry rang out, and the alien eagle's futile convulsions were crushed by a powerful force.
Its wings were severed at the base, and it fell straight down from the sky.
Jiang Xianwan waved his sleeve and put the star wheel into his mustard seed bag.
She sat on the back of the strange bird, wiping the blood from her cheek with her fingertips. Because the cold mist in her eyes had not yet dissipated and was covered with a thin layer of frost, when she looked up, it made people's hearts tremble.
"Great!" The friends below shouted in unison, waving their arms.
"Beautiful!" the guide shouted as well. "Jiang Xianwan killed a peak Nascent Soul stage beast in just two moves! I must say, her movements just now were absolutely mesmerizing!"
"Speaking of which, that star wheel seems to contain a lot of terrifying sword intent? Never mind! I've made up my mind! Jiang Xianwan is my goddess from today, no, from this moment on!"
The strange bird craned its neck and cried out, then turned its head and gently pecked Jiang Xianwan's finger before climbing back into the sky and circling around.
Bathed in moonlight, it flew steadily toward Su Qingliu.
Su Qingliu involuntarily quickened his pace to meet her, extending his hands, and Jiang Xianwan smiled and lightly pounced on him.
"Senior Brother."
Su Qingliu put her down, and when his gaze fell on the wound on her cheek, he pursed his lips.
The birds flocked around Blue Sapphire, intertwining their necks and grooming each other's disheveled feathers.
There were several hands that didn't refuse to touch them, and a group of chattering monks surrounding them, prying open their mouths and smearing powder on their heads and bodies.
He Weiyu felt extremely distressed. "Look at you, your head is all bald."
"It's alright, it'll grow back." Xiu Yan said, taking advantage of the bird while nagging, "Don't worry, my application technique is top-notch, I definitely won't make you bald. If you're worried, take some oral pills with you later, and your feathers will grow back in a few days."
Lan Bao stared at Jiang Xianwan's face with her light blue eyes, squeezed out from among her friends, gently nuzzled her with her head, and whimpered softly.
Jiang Xianwan smiled and touched its crest feathers, "It doesn't hurt at all."
He then added sarcastically, "Go home quickly, don't keep your wife and kids waiting."
Lanbao pecked off the most beautiful feather, accepted the bag of pills Jiang Xianwan gave it, gave Jiang Xianwan a deep look, and then spread its wings and disappeared into the night with its companions.
"Look! There's a fragment tied to the eagle's talons!" Xiu Yan, who was collecting the eagle's remains, exclaimed in surprise.
"This is truly a surprise!" the commentator exclaimed, shaking the tree excitedly. "What does it mean for good people to be rewarded? This is it!"
The Southern Border team obtained another fragment, while only Pei Chang'an and Lin Qingran from the Northern Border team escaped the beast tide.
His spiritual energy was exhausted, and he had countless wounds all over his body, so he had to find a safe place to stay and recuperate.
The stars hang low, the Milky Way stretches across the ink-black night, and the moon silently climbs to the treetops, casting a silvery glow upon the heavens and earth.
The ancient realm is even more dangerous at night, and many strange beasts lurking in the shadows are becoming increasingly difficult to detect.
After a day of relentless fighting or infighting, the various squads were exhausted. They agreed to each other and began searching for safe places to spend the night.
Outside the Void Ancient Realm, the audience either sat cross-legged in meditation or hung directly from tree branches to close their eyes and rest.
The main concern is... that if I move, there won't be any room left.
The Southern Border Squad's encampment was nestled against a mountain, surrounded by open space with only a few towering trees.
After setting up several defensive formations and sprinkling insect repellent powder around the area, they briefly discussed the matter, and Su Qingliu volunteered to keep watch for the first half of the night.
After a busy day of running around, the rest of the people had no energy for meditation and just wanted to get a good night's sleep.
The beds and bedding in Jiang Xianwan's mustard seed bag clearly came in very handy.
There were four large beds. The six male disciples from the Tianqing Sect and Daoming Sect slept on two beds, the three female cultivators slept on one bed, and Su Qingliu, Bai Ziye, and Lin Yujin squeezed together in the other.
Apart from the Taixu Sect, the other male disciples had barely lain down when they started snoring loudly, sleeping sprawled out, and even managing to utter a few words in their sleep.
Listen carefully:
"Sanjo!"
"I'll touch it!"
It's burnt!
"Hurry up and pay!"
"Woof!"
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Su Qingliu and the others couldn't sleep, so they gently pressed Jiang Xianwan to sit on the remaining bed, their faces not looking too good.
Jiang Xianwan couldn't sit still when he saw this situation.
He could only nervously extend his hand to Su Qingliu, "Senior Brother."
Su Qingliu pursed her lips, making a gesture as if to strike, but her fingertips carefully touched the dried bloodstains on her cheek.
Does it hurt?
Bai Ziye, with a stern face, pulled Jiang Xianwan's hand and lightly slapped her palm. "Senior Brother, don't feel sorry for her. She deserves it."
"Stop hitting her, let me apply the medicine first." Lin Yujin was worried and, having just broken through her own limits for the first time, refined a bottle of sixth-grade pills. She hurried over.
He turned Jiang Xianwan's head around and carefully and gently wiped the blood and grime from her face with a damp handkerchief, wiping away the blush that seemed to be welded onto her face.
The boy frowned, and when he wasn't smiling, his handsome face looked unusually serious. "That strange eagle's claws are dirty, and the wound is so deep. What if it leaves a scar? Stop messing around."
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