"Small......"
Yu Ye saw his junior sister struggling against the three-meter-tall stone golem in front of her.
They should rush over to help immediately.
Before he could even step forward, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.
It seemed like a light touch, but in reality, it completely controlled him.
"Who is it? Don't you have any manners? My junior sister is injured, what are you doing stopping me?!"
Turning around and seeing that it was Qin Chuan who had stopped him, Yu narrowed his eyes. "Qin Chuan? You wouldn't happen to be jealous that my junior sister is advancing too fast, would you?"
"Oh, I see! You're a spy sent by the Taixu Sect! You want my junior sister to die!"
Qin Chuan's scarred facial muscles twitched slightly for a moment.
He shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Sheng is cultivating. Do not disturb him, or you will suffer a qi deviation."
“Cultivation? My junior sister usually cultivates by sleeping. She’s struggling to wield her sword right now, how can she be cultivating?”
Yu was not a sword cultivator and could not discern the purpose of Sheng Ning's sword strike.
Although Qin Chuan had never seen what kind of sword moves Sheng Ning was using, he could clearly tell that the sword moves she was wielding were not something an ordinary person could perform.
Even Qi Wenyao nodded in agreement with Qin Chuan's words, "Fellow Daoist Qin is right. If we disturb Sheng Ning now, it will only cause her to suffer a qi deviation."
Yu didn't quite believe Qin Chuan's words.
But Qi Wenyao's, he believed.
He abandoned his idea of going forward to eliminate the puppet in front of his junior sister.
Yu Ye and the others stood at the entrance and saw that their junior sister's face was pale and blood was spilling from the corner of her mouth, making her face look even paler than paper.
When they saw Sheng Ning's wrist tremble as she held the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword, almost causing the sword to fall from her palm, their hearts leaped into their throats.
Fortunately, Sheng Ning gripped the sword hilt tightly in time, preventing his only weapon from falling to the ground.
"The final move of the Flying Phoenix Sword Manual: Rebirth from the Ashes."
An aged voice rang out behind the group.
When everyone turned to look at Xuanwu behind them, they finally understood the name of the sword move that Sheng Ning was wielding.
The Flying Phoenix Sword, reborn from the ashes...
Phoenix rises from the ashes, reborn from the flames...
With Xuanwu's reminder, everyone turned back to look at Sheng Ning with a newfound fervor and solemnity in their eyes.
If the fire-type spirit they encountered today is a once-in-a-millennium event, then the Flying Phoenix Sword Manual has been lost for ten thousand years.
Therefore, it's normal that they didn't know what kind of sword move Sheng Ning was wielding.
Before Sheng Ning's arrival, they might never have had the chance to see a divine beast in their lifetime.
Looking up again at Sheng Ning, who was still gritting her teeth and persevering in hunting the puppets, he saw cold sweat constantly sliding down her forehead.
The fire-type spirit that was originally wrapped around the eight-star Kunwu sword is now brighter and its flames are hotter than before.
The vast underground cave, which should have been cool, was now enveloped in heat.
Even Su Daiyuan, a cultivator skilled in both water and ice magic, couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Is Junior Sister really alright?"
Although the statement is a question, the tone is affirmative.
It was as if he was comforting his fellow disciples, and also as if he was comforting himself.
Just as the flames enveloping the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword directly enveloped Sheng Ning, the people standing on the ground gasped for breath, their eyes fixed on the flames in mid-air without even blinking.
Sheng Ning was still brandishing his longsword.
The spiritual energy within her body had long been exhausted, yet spiritual energy continued to leak out.
It was as if there was a huge hole in her body, with spiritual energy leaking out as if it were free.
An ordinary person would probably have been so frightened by this scene that their legs would have gone weak, since sword techniques are meant to make cultivators stronger.
How could there be a sword technique in the world that could absorb spiritual energy from the body? Could it be some kind of evil or strange technique?
If it weren't for the increasingly bright flames enveloping the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword in his hand, Sheng Ning would have wanted to simply throw the sword away and quit.
I'm so tired.
It was even more tiring than carrying a train through the night.
My limbs were completely weak; it felt like my breath would stop and I would die at any moment...
The thought of 'death' suddenly rushed into Sheng Ning's mind, bringing her back to her senses.
She gripped the longsword tightly again, pursed her chapped lips, and revealed a resolute expression on her pale face.
She hasn't resolved the issue of the collapsed pillar, nor has she found her master or a way to return home.
If she were to die like this, wouldn't that be a boon for Shi Yueyao?
With that thought in mind, she closed her eyes and began to absorb the spiritual energy around her.
Outside, Su Daiyuan and the others saw the fireball in mid-air suddenly weaken, which made them anxious, but then it suddenly lit up again.
Not only that, they could even see everything around them moving on its own without any wind.
Those present were all cultivators, and they could clearly sense the continuous influx of spiritual energy into the cave from outside.
Finally, all the spiritual energy surged into the fireball filled with blinding flames.
Everyone held their breath, and after a short while, a loud scream rang in everyone's ears.
The fireball soaring in mid-air also shattered in an instant.
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes and spreading its wings, Sheng Ning stood amidst the flames, the fiery red light behind her resembling that of a phoenix.
"Hahaha, I only know Sheng Ningxing. She's the only one who can practice the Flying Phoenix Sword Manual. Even if she's reincarnated now, she's still the same person she was back then!"
A laugh escaped the usually indifferent Xuanwu, the mythical beast.
Su Daiyuan and the others then came to their senses, their eyes filled with fervor as they looked at their junior sister.
The junior sister mastered the final move of the Flying Phoenix Sword Manual, which was even more gratifying than their own advancement.
Mastering the sword manual is equivalent to Sheng Ning gaining another ability to protect herself; if in the future...
The puppets that were constantly attacking Sheng Ning did not stop their attacks.
Just as Shi Yueyao said, they would fight to the death, and they would not stop unless Sheng Ning directly took the crystals from their bodies.
With so many puppets, Sheng Ning alone could definitely kill them all, it would just take more time.
Now that Su Daiyuan and the others have arrived, they naturally won't leave their junior sister to deal with the puppet alone.
With a bright smile on his lips, Su Daiyuan was the first to be greeted.
"Congratulations, Aning, on mastering the final move of the sword manual. However, this puppet is too troublesome. Aning, do you need the help of your senior brother?"
"Me too! Me too! Watch me take down one puppet with one punch! I won't let my junior sister get tired!"
"Junior Sister, do you still need pills? Did you absorb all the spiritual energy just now? You scared your Third Senior Brother to death."
"Don't be afraid, Aning. Your fourth and fifth senior brothers will protect you and make sure you are safe and sound!"
"Junior Sister... Yu Ye, why did you bring me along? What am I supposed to say after you've finished speaking?!"
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