Xiuer was created by Rong Xuan before Rong Zi's accident, and they hadn't had time to form a contract yet.
At that time, Xiuer had not yet fully developed her intelligence.
Xiuer snorted, "Fine, I'll fight you then! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Anyway, my master is mine now!"
With a whip and a bow, they faced off sharply, their spiritual energy surging and flashing, looking ready to fight at any moment.
Seeing this, Xiaobai muttered something under his breath.
"What's the point of arguing with Rong Zi? I wouldn't even want a master like that if he were given to me for free."
Upon hearing Xiaobai's words, the whip and bow, which had been on the verge of exchanging blows, simultaneously turned their spears towards it.
"How dare you speak ill of my master?"
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...
In order to get Rong Xuan out of the Realm of Death as soon as possible, Rong Zi must ascend to the Immortal Realm quickly.
And her apprentices.
We must ascend as soon as possible.
Rong Zi has now successfully broken through to the Mahayana stage.
That is to say.
She should leave...
Although she was very reluctant to part with Rong Xuan, she had more important things to do.
On the day he left, Rong Xuan gave Rong Zi some things.
It contains elixirs he personally refined, as well as various rare and precious materials and magical artifacts.
The time-space travel array had been set up. Rong Xuan stood outside the array and gave Rong Zi something else.
It is a small porcelain bottle.
Rong Zi took it and opened it to take a look.
It was discovered to be a medicinal pill.
She leaned in and smelled it, then asked, "Is this... Crimson Immortal Grass?"
"Yes, just in case." Rong Xuan patted the back of her hand. "I won't be able to be by your side in the future, so you must take good care of yourself."
These Crimson Immortal Grasses were collected by him and Jun Moyao after a great deal of effort.
One tragedy from ten thousand years ago is enough.
Rong Zi gripped the porcelain bottle tightly in her hand, looked firmly into Rong Xuan's eyes, and said, "Brother, I won't keep you waiting here for too long."
Rong Xuan nodded with a smile.
"Okay, I'll wait for you, bro."
...
The teleportation location of the spacetime traversal array in the cultivation world is random.
Rong Zi was teleported to a valley.
"Phew..." She took a deep breath of the surrounding air and exclaimed, "The air in the cultivation world smells so much better."
Over the years, I've been constantly surrounded by the aura of death in the realm of the dead.
She's almost forgotten what normal air feels like.
Jun Moyao sat on Rong Zi's shoulders, swinging his little feet, and turned his head to ask, "Where are we going now?"
"Of course, I need to go back to the sect to find my disciples first. It's been so many years since we last met, I wonder if they've slacked off in their cultivation."
As Rong Zi spoke, she summoned Xiu'er, preparing to transform it into a sword so she could fly back on it.
However, before Xiuer could transform, Feng Ya'er rushed out and transformed herself into a majestic longsword.
It flew to Rong Zi's feet without hesitation, shook its body, and invited him over.
"Master, I'm ready, please come on up."
Seeing this, Xiuer immediately became angry.
It transformed into a sword that was even bigger and more imposing than Feng Ya'er, and it rushed forward, pushing Feng Ya'er away in one fell swoop.
"The master summoned me, why are you meddling in this mess?"
"Master, come on up quickly, I'll carry you."
Feng Ya'er was furious.
It moved closer and pushed Xiuer away, saying, "You damn whip, I think you just want to fight!"
“You started this trouble first,” Xiu’er retorted, pushing back. “Master asked me to carry her, not you.”
Feng Ya'er squeezed back, "I was already my master's magical artifact tens of thousands of years ago, so in terms of seniority, I should be the one carrying my master."
"So what? I'm the one my master likes the most."
"You're talking nonsense. The master's favorite is clearly me."
"It's me!"
"It's me!"
"It's me!"
"It's me, it ... who I am!"
...
Rong Zi watched the two of them jostling each other like they were playing with clappers, and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.
Xiao Bai leaned over and offered a suggestion.
"How about... you two carry it together?"
Finally, Rong Zifei was in mid-air, one foot on a sword, his expression somewhat indescribable.
Xiuer was almost a sword hilt faster than Feng Ya'er.
It snorted, "Look how slowly you fly, you're obviously no good. And you still have the nerve to compete with me for a master?"
"You're the slow one!" Feng Ya'er retorted, "I was worried that if I flew too fast, my master wouldn't be able to handle it."
As soon as he finished speaking, it darted away a long distance in a flash.
"See? When I get serious, I'm much faster than this stinky whip of yours."
Xiuer, naturally unwilling to fall behind, also mustered all her strength and rushed out, overtaking Fengya once again.
"I'm still faster than you."
Feng Ya'er caught up quickly and, after overtaking Xiu'er, said, "I was clearly faster."
"I'm faster!"
"I'm faster!"
"I'm faster..."
...
Behind them, Rong Zi, with flying talismans affixed to his body, stood in mid-air watching the two swords, one overtaking the other, with a look of utter despair.
Did these two forget something?
It's no longer possible to control the sword.
Rong Zi ultimately chose to sit on Cai Niu's back and let it carry him.
Since Rong Zi entered the Mahayana stage, her perception of everything around her has undergone a qualitative leap.
After being carried by Cai Niu to a high mountain, she suddenly sensed the fluctuation of an array.
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