Chapter 90 I Can Help Her
"Even what?" Bai Ziye asked sincerely, seeing him shyly covering his face.
Xiu Yan turned his face away, unable to speak. "No, it's nothing. I struggled violently and resisted to the death. In a fit of anger, they knocked me unconscious."
A violent struggle?
Refuse to comply even at the cost of their lives?
Su Qingliu reached out and covered one of Jiang Xianwan's ears, and Bai Ziye followed suit and covered her other ear.
Jiang Xianwan's eyes immediately changed when she thought of the red marks on his chest.
Wow!
Could this silly kid have been... taken advantage of?
Lin Yujin was afraid that he would say something dissolute and corrupt her junior sister, so she immediately pulled Jiang Xianwan away and took her leave.
Su Qingliu put away the IOU and followed Bai Ziye.
They had just turned around when they heard the sound of fists pounding flesh behind them, accompanied by crying and beatings.
"I'll let you touch my face!"
"I'll show you what happens when you pinch my breasts!"
"I'll let you rub my breasts!"
The four people: "..."
The three boys immediately pulled Jiang Xianwan along and ran even faster!
After changing his clothes, Jiang Xianwan coaxed Xiao Zi away and walked out heavily, his face showing the grief of losing his husband. "Senior Brother, I saw a ghost."
"What the hell?" Su Qingliu asked in surprise.
Jiang Xianwan raised her hand, pulled out the hairpin, and threw it hard, driving it firmly into the tree trunk. "Look."
Before she finished speaking, the hairpin slowly emerged from the wood, turned around and returned to its original position under the watchful eyes of four people, inserting itself into Jiang Xianwan's black hair.
Bai Ziye was somewhat surprised, "Where did you buy this hairpin? It looks like a person!"
Lin Yujin reached out to touch the hairpin on Jiang Xianwan's head, but the latter pretended to stab her, so she quickly withdrew her hand.
Su Qingliu frowned slightly, his spiritual power surging in his hand, as he tried to forcefully grab it.
The hairpin dodged to the side, then turned to pierce his spiritual energy and was about to strike his palm when Jiang Xianwan caught it back with lightning speed.
She briefly explained the whole story and received three finger-flicking divine skills in return.
Bai Ziye's smile had long since faded, and he gritted his teeth, "Junior Sister, you've grown wings?"
"No." Jiang Xianwan refused to admit that she was being watched by her three senior brothers and chickened out. She quickly tugged at Su Qingliu, whose face was dark, and said in a coquettish tone, "Senior Brother, don't be angry. I'll go find Hua Meiren to take a look."
However, on the way back to the sect, Jiang Xianwan suddenly suffered a climax and almost fell from the sky, but fortunately Su Qingliu caught her in time.
Bai Ziye quickly grabbed a robe to conceal her scent and wrapped her up tightly from head to toe.
They rushed back to the Taixu Sect.
Su Qingliu settled Jiang Xianwan, who looked as if she had been pulled out of the water, and stood outside the house, her lips pale.
Bai Ziye stood still, his eyebrows lowered, his knuckles cracking as he gripped the spirit pen.
They could do nothing but wait.
Lin Yujin's hair was disheveled, the blue silk ribbon had long since come undone, and a few strands of hair clung to her sweaty cheeks as she rushed toward Hua Buxiu's courtyard.
Hua Buxiu looked through the window lattice, which resembled butterfly bones, and saw bamboo leaves falling like rain in his eyes. "There's no other way but to endure it."
He stood up, and where the hem of his blue robe swept, layers of shapeless fire patterns rippled out.
The next second, they disappeared from the room and arrived at the side courtyard.
Bai Ziye's eyes were slightly red as he slowly turned his gaze to the side. "Master, is there really no other good way?"
You must understand what a fatal blow it would be for a cultivator to suddenly lose their spiritual power under unknown circumstances.
Although the junior sister has a variety of strange tricks up her sleeve, she has the ability to protect herself.
However, the higher one's cultivation level, the more unbearable that feeling becomes.
Hua Buxiu stood under the peach tree, his view obscured by the dense petals. When the mountain wind lifted his wide sleeves, his wrist bones gleamed with a cold, porcelain-like luster under the moonlight, as if they would crumble into dust with the slightest force.
He stared silently at the closed door, the faint blue veins on the side of his neck barely visible.
After a long while, he heard his own indistinct voice, "Ascension, or finding someone to become a Daoist partner."
Before this, Jiang Xianwan could only endure it with sheer willpower.
Lin Yujin was slightly taken aback, and murmured, "To become... Daoist partners?"
"Um."
Jiang Xianwan would not agree to this.
She doesn't even respect the Northern Emperor; all she thinks about is cultivation and making money.
He knew that Jiang Xianwan did not want to depend on anyone, at least not now.
Hua Buxiu lowered her eyelashes, which shattered into tiny gold foil fragments. Suddenly sensing something amiss, she abruptly opened her eyes.
The three boys' expressions changed.
All around, spiritual energy surged wildly from all directions, converging into visible streaks that entered Jiang Xianwan's room.
Lin Yujin's face grew increasingly pale. "What happened?"
Hua Buxiu remained silent, waving his sleeve to shatter the spiritual energy from all directions. With two fingers joined together, a transparent barrier rose abruptly from the ground, enveloping the house.
At this critical juncture, advancing to the next level is not a good sign.
If one's mental state is unstable, it may affect one's foundation, and in severe cases, lead to demonic possession.
Moreover, under such circumstances, Jiang Xianwan was completely unable to mobilize or manage any spiritual energy.
If all this spiritual energy were concentrated in the nascent soul and kept pouring in endlessly, then...
The spiritual energy actually passed right through the barrier he had set up!
Hua Buxiu suddenly tensed his back, and the pale, bony wrist that was exposed at the cuff of his sleeve trembled slightly.
"Jiang Xianwan".
He waved away the barrier and walked to the door.
Hearing a sweet, low sob coming from inside the house, his steps faltered as his bony fingers touched the door, and the fire pattern between his brows flickered into flames.
The spiritual energy from the entire Fengyi Terrace, and even further afield, continued to surge in relentlessly, as if trying to drain the entire spiritual energy of the Taixu Sect.
Hua Buxiu curled his fingers, and a phantom seemed to vibrate around him. The moment his fingertips touched the door again, a phantom figure suddenly appeared, stepping through the air.
"Halt!"
Hua Buxiu's brows furrowed sharply, and as he turned around, his blue hair ribbon swept across the mountain stream like flowing wind and swirling snow, stopping the newcomer in a deep voice.
Su Qingliu and the other two were shocked, only then realizing that someone had appeared in the courtyard at some point.
The man wore a long robe of cloud-patterned satin, the wide white sleeves billowing like waves in the night wind, and countless silver rays swirled around him, as if the Milky Way had been crushed into the fabric of his robe.
The jade fragments of Kunshan, like pearls and dew, resemble snow pines and white plum blossoms, exuding an ethereal beauty that makes it easy to guess the visitor at a glance.
"Emperor, Your Majesty?" Lin Yujin was somewhat taken aback.
Su Qingliu and Bai Ziye were also taken aback, but they did not bow, instead showing their wariness.
Yun Weize's white robe was frosty, with scattered flower petals fluttering in the wind, and her black hair, like silk, was lifted by the breeze.
He glanced sideways, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "At a time like this, your intervention will only make her feel worse. I can help her."
Having said that, she stepped past the man whose eyes were like solitary, icy peaks hanging upside down, and gently pushed open the tightly closed door.
Hua Buxiu suddenly clenched his fists, turning them white and bluish in the night. The moment his aura was released, the airflow over the entire Fengyi Terrace was momentarily suspended, startling the cranes and causing the distant waterfall to shatter into thousands of silver scales.
He closed his eyes briefly, but still reached out to stop the three teenagers whose eyes were filled with a crimson light.
Yun Weize is right.
He has a mutated fire elemental root.
If he were to make a move, Jiang Xianwan would likely be even more unable to withstand it.
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