Many low-level cultivators, who had been forced to their feet by the oppressive aura, helped each other to their feet, crying, "It was terrifying! Can't these powerful figures at least care about our lives when they're fighting? Waaaaah..."
"The Ferocious Profound Immortal of the Sword Inquiry Sect is quite good. After he arrived and cast a barrier on their little disciple, he also cast one on us. Otherwise, if they had started fighting, our souls would have been shattered by spiritual power."
"The big sects are still the most reliable, sob sob sob! I'm going to cultivate hard! I want to join the Sword Inquiry Sect!"
"Alright, alright, brother, you should go find a pill refiner to reattach your head."
It was really creepy to hold his head up!
The young man cried again, his body moving strangely, his head only kept from drooping by the help of the kind man.
"Quickly, take me to the group of rogue cultivators and find Song Danxiu, the one in the cloak. It was her pills that healed my broken neck last time."
No, why does your neck break so easily?!
"Speaking of which, did you see the person in the lightning tribulation clearly? I saw that person was also wearing a cloak."
"What! Wasn't it just that junior sister from the Sword Inquiry Sect? As soon as the thunder roared, I was pressed to the ground by the pressure, how could I see anything?"
"Alright, alright, brother, stop talking and go get the bone set."
The person holding his head was speechless. His head was about to fall off and he was still talking so much. He really had a big heart.
...
Beihe City is located in a remote mountainous area.
Song Tingwan was on guard and teleported to several cities in a row until she could no longer hold out and then teleported back.
The moment she landed, she clutched her chest, unable to hold onto the spirit umbrella in her hand.
The magnificent umbrella, resembling a purple lotus, crashed to the ground with a thud, and the frail woman slumped to the ground.
Ignoring the dust on her robes and the blood still trickling from her lips, she coughed lightly, covering her lips to stop the blood from spitting out. She quickly stuffed a handful of pills, such as Qi-replenishing pills and Rejuvenating pills, into her mouth as if they were free.
Weak and harmless, the blood that seeped out with each breath stained her pea-green dress with crimson bloodstains.
The woman was incredibly fragile, yet her beauty was shattered; even her disheveled hair gently fell across her forehead, but inwardly she was cursing.
That idiot Heavenly Dao!!!
My mother's carefully protected body, and the spiritual energy tablets she had accumulated for so long, have suddenly become unrecognizable.
She wanted to glare at the heavens, but the pain all over her body made her breathe very carefully.
As she grew angry, blood slowly began to flow from her seven orifices.
My ears and eyes were buzzing, and my senses were suddenly shut off.
The injuries inflicted by the oppressive power of Heaven could only be treated superficially with ordinary pills. She struggled to take out an eighth-grade Nourishing Essence Pill, held it between her fingertips, and fed it into her mouth.
.
She sat slumped for an unknown amount of time, and the numb pain gradually subsided, her five senses slowly returning.
A white shadow suddenly appeared in her blurry vision. Song Tingwan's mind raced, and she flipped her hand over.
The fallen, shimmering purple lotus umbrella flew back into her hand.
"who!"
After her stern rebuke, she gripped the spirit umbrella tightly in her fingertips. If she sensed something was wrong, the lotus petal blades would fly out, and she would activate teleportation to leave.
The man sighed softly and gently lifted her, who was covered in blood, into his arms.
"I told you to be careful. I didn't expect that the Demon King couldn't hurt you, but the Heavenly Punishment did."
The person in his arms felt light as a feather, and Shen Zhuochuan's understanding of her frail health deepened.
My senses were dulled, but I could smell the familiar scent of floating pine branches on the tip of my nose.
It was someone she knew, so she let her guard down.
The magic umbrella in her palm disappeared, and after it was put away, she relaxed and let him hold her with peace of mind.
Song Tingwan hugged his neck tightly, leaned on his shoulder, and deeply inhaled the pine scent she liked on him. Her mind went blank for a moment, and she asked him a question as if by some strange impulse.
"Why... do it like me? The first time I saw you, you weren't wearing this fragrance."
The Nourishing Essence Pill slowly repaired the injury to her spiritual center, but it was very painful, and her voice was tight and hoarse.
To him, her voice sounded so weak it seemed as if it would dissipate with the wind.
He didn't answer for a long time. Song Tingwan was already in pain from her injury, and she finally managed to ask him a question, but he still wouldn't answer.
"...I'm asking you."
The less-than-polite tone made Shen Zhuochuan, whose expression was obscured, chuckle softly.
"Fellow Daoist Song has excellent taste; we cultivators will naturally follow suit."
He teased her again.
Normally, Song Tingwan would have retorted with his words, but today she was speechless and pinched his arm hard.
"hiss--"
Song Tingwan let go of his hand and glared at him angrily.
This prompted Shen Zhuochuan to laugh heartily, his steps becoming even lighter. "Have you hurt your brain? My dragon scales are impervious to swords and spears. Pinching me will only hurt your hand."
She gave up and got tired after a short while.
The person who was floating lightly in his arms suddenly quieted down, and Shen Zhuochuan looked down at her.
He lowered his head, and his chin touched her forehead.
The girl frowned and closed her eyes, as if she was trying her best to endure it.
His forehead was cold and covered in cold sweat, and the bloodstains on his face were a shocking sight.
The flowing fairy dress he usually wore was now stained with blood, fluttering like a tattered cloth with his steady and fast steps.
It's heartbreaking.
Chen Zhuochuan paused slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But he also knew that the person in his arms, who was so frail as to seem weightless, possessed unfathomable alchemy skills and a brilliant mind. Her cultivation was hampered by her physical condition, yet she always thought of using her delicate body to shield the person she cared about.
Just like today.
Even though he was in excruciating pain, he didn't regret saving his sister.
Tsk, I'm actually a little jealous of that little wolf cub.
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