Ji Fengyao's mind was in turmoil. When Mo Linxian's soul left her sea of consciousness, it felt as if her heart had been hollowed out.
The faint sound of her master's final words echoed in her ears, and it felt as if a sharp blade had pierced her heart.
Knowing full well that his master was going to merge with the primordial spirit of his reincarnation, Shang Xiye.
But why did she feel a deep sense of loss, as if she had lost her master forever?
"Master, come back!" Ji Fengyao couldn't help but cry out in anguish.
Jiu Yue's attack on Shang Xiye missed its mark. When he came to his senses, he also keenly sensed Mo Linxian's presence. He immediately gritted his teeth and was furious: "You're still alive after all! It was you who ruined my plans again!"
As he spoke, Jiu Yue turned his palm and a huge mass of demonic energy, dozens of times stronger than Mo Linxian's divine soul, chased after him and devoured him like a boulder.
"Don't hurt my master!"
Ji Fengyao, her eyes blazing with fury, charged forward recklessly, unleashing the immortal sword that Ji Fengming had obtained from the Immortal Palace from her own body.
The sword has been nurtured within the little bandit's meridians for so long, which has also established an extraordinary bond between it and the little bandit's heart.
It could sense the little female bandit's anxious thoughts, and as soon as it left the body, it stabbed straight towards the demonic energy cluster behind Mo Linxian.
The demonic energy ball unleashed by Jiu Yue with all her might was extremely fast.
But the immortal sword, which was "revived" by the spiritual power within the little bandit's body, was even faster!
A white light, faster than lightning, flashed by, and the immortal sword swiftly pierced through the demonic energy that Jiu Yue had unleashed with all his might!
That demonic energy, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, was shattered in one blow!
Mo Linxian also took this opportunity to quickly approach Shang Xiye and decisively merge into his brow.
"Don't resist, let me in," Mo Linxian's voice rang out in Shang Xiye's still-shaking sea of consciousness.
Shang Xiye's slightly dizzy soul glanced at Mo Linxian's wisp of soul.
He saw that Mo Linxian's eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as his own.
He could also sense that Mo Linxian's soul source was intertwined with his own.
He remained silent and did not resist.
Mo Linxian's soul dispersed into mist, slowly merging into Shang Xiye's still-forming nascent soul.
A moment can feel like eternity.
Those past events, those unfamiliar yet seemingly personal experiences, are vividly recreated, clear in my mind.
When Mo Linxian merged into him, Shang Xiye finally remembered everything from his past life!
Before Xiao Yunyao was five years old, she liked to sleep on his chest;
Later, she felt that she was too heavy and would crush him, so before they separated at the age of eight, she forced herself to get used to sleeping while holding his arm.
When Xiao Yunyao was seven to ten years old, she was particularly mischievous and naughty, and also had a very strong appetite;
No matter what delicious food or fun activities she hears others talking about, she wants to try them all and experience them for herself.
She was the hope her father left him, and also his only little apprentice whom he couldn't help but spoil again and again.
When Xiao Yunyao was ten years old, she accidentally wandered into his hot spring for the first time.
She laughed cleverly and mischievously, like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, leaping from the shore into his arms, giggling as she wanted to play with him in the water.
He grabbed her and talked to her for the first time about "the separation of men and women," trying to push her ashore.
She turned around and kissed the corner of his lips, asking innocently, "Master, are other men not allowed to kiss Yao'er like this? If Master isn't another man, then can Yao'er kiss Master like this?"
That soft, delicate bundle, with its sweet and fragrant scent, still lingers in his memory.
It was from that day onwards.
Every time he called her "Little Darling," a different kind of flutter would well up in his heart.
From that day on, he began to keep a close watch on the male cultivators around her, not allowing any male cultivator to get too close or be alone with her.
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