Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

It was like thousands of fine ice needles mixed with scalding warm current, simultaneously piercing through the skin and flesh, penetrating into the bone and blood. Every inch of decaying flesh was being forcibly peeled away, and every broken meridian was being forcibly pulled and reconnected.

The system bought him painkillers without hesitation, and he used several of them in quick succession.

However, it can only slightly alleviate the pain, not completely eliminate it.

The pool water was above his shoulders; his pale lips were bitten hard, leaving shallow teeth marks, and the taste of blood spread in his mouth.

Sweat rolled down his chin, mingling with the spring water.

Xie Weixing's back tensed violently, his muscles spasmed and trembled uncontrollably, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

Even the system couldn't help but feel sorry for you: I've already bought you the most painkillers I could...

The boy's eyes were filled with extreme pain, yet he never struggled to escape.

He gripped the half-pearl tightly in his palm, so hard that his knuckles ached.

The extreme pain relentlessly assaulted the body, causing the damaged wounds to scab over at a visible speed. The festering flesh was renewed layer by layer, and the body, on the verge of collapse, finally stabilized its life force through the tempering of extreme pain.

My heart is constantly aching...

[You have such a strong heart, Kunkun, you're an angel, I promise.]

[This is so shocking; Tan Suiting really did want to die with him just now.]

[Abandoning my ambitions for the Eastern Sea and the Nine Heavens, I would risk my life to protect just one person]

[I can't even imagine how devastated the sect must be. Just one trip to Ten Thousand Swords Mountain and Yu Xintang is missing, Tan Suiting's divine bones are shattered, and Xie Weixing's fate is unknown.]

[According to your logic, the Feng Hua Sect in the original book seems even more like a sect whose destiny was stolen.]

I believe the Emperor will return safely.

[Xie Weixing, I will always admire your courage to start over.]

The excruciating pain continued unabated, and after an unknown period of time, the physical wounds gradually healed.

Xie Weixing's spiritual roots and veins, which had already been modified, were still broken and withered, on the verge of collapse.

The system was anxious: What should we do? What about the spiritual veins? You have the Life-Bearing and Dragon-Asking Scales on you. It's one thing to be unable to cultivate without any spiritual power, but spiritual artifacts can backfire. If they really devour their master, you won't even have a chance to fight back.

Xie Weixing said helplessly: Can you wish me well once in a while?

His blood, mixed with the spring water, slowly flowed down into the bottomless spring.

Suddenly, the pale golden light deep within the spiritual spring began to shift and change.

At the center of the clear and warm spiritual spring, layers upon layers of shimmering white vitality suddenly converged wildly towards a single point, and the light of the entire spring abruptly contracted, condensing into a flowing golden halo that pierced through the darkness of the abyss.

In the center of the water, a slender, pale gold longbow slowly floats up.

Yuan Heng, who was standing next to him, suddenly stood up, his eyes wide: "What are you doing...?"

The Azure Lion was telling him about his journey from Qingmu Mountain to Fenghua Sect over the past few years when he saw this scene. He then raised his massive head and asked, "What's going on? What is this?"

It looks like a bow and arrow. A magical artifact?

Yuan Heng stared in shock at the scene before him.

...How did you manage to bring out the heirloom from the Abyss of Night Water?

*

Nie Zhao carried Tan Suiting horizontally, and they sped back to the sect on their swords at top speed.

As soon as they landed, a moon-white figure quickly approached them.

It was the wind that encountered it.

The scarlet blood on Tan Suiting's robes was already half-dry and hardened; it was Xie Weixing's remaining blood, firmly stuck to his skin like an indelible brand.

When Feng Yu saw the three of them looking disheveled, and then saw Tan Suiting, who was covered in blood and unconscious in Nie Zhao's arms, his heart sank.

problem occurs.

"What happened?" Feng Yu took the person from Nie Zhao's arms, asking as he immediately took her pulse. "How did she get into this state? Where's Xin Tang? Is she taking a nap?"

He lowered his head, focusing intently on examining Tan Suiting's spiritual meridians and treating his spiritual energy. He then gave him two pills.

When Feng Jilan heard that his beloved disciples had returned, he rushed over, only to find his youngest disciple covered in blood, lying in Feng Yu's arms.

The remaining two remained expressionless.

Five people went, but only three came back.

Even Shen Chunri, who is usually the most lively and active, turned ashen-faced.

Feng Jilan was holding a freshly steamed osmanthus cake in her hand when she suddenly felt a pang of anxiety and a sudden, inexplicable panic.

"...Phoenix," he began, "...little snake."

Upon hearing this, Shen Chunri turned her head blankly, her face expressionless, but tears instantly welled up in her eyes: "Master... Master."

Like a child who has finally found her way home, she instantly threw herself into Feng Jilan's arms: "Yu Xintang has been poisoned by Su Boyu's Heart-Reversing Gu..."

She choked up, as if only now realizing that it was all true, and said with difficulty, "Controlled... I stabbed my third senior brother in the heart with a sword."

A deep, muffled thud.

The osmanthus cake in Feng Jilan's hand fell to the ground, rolled twice, and became covered with damp, muddy black soil.

Feng Jilan's voice trembled as he slowly asked, "Where are they? Where are Xiaoshui and Xintang?"

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

"Su Boyu took Xintang away," Nie Zhao gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face. "Xiaoshui didn't want to be a burden to us, so she stayed alone at Wanjian Mountain. Xiaolong can't hold on any longer, so I have no choice but to take him with me for now..."

“Pah!”

A loud bang, like muffled thunder.

Feng Jilan, his hand swirling with wind, slapped Nie Zhao across the face in disbelief.

His jaw was trembling: "Nie Zhao, you, you left your junior brother alone at Ten Thousand Swords Mountain..."

"It wasn't my senior sister's fault!" Shen Chunri hugged Nie Zhao, who had turned her head to the side, and cried out, "It was me! I beat Su Boyu like that just to vent my anger, and that's why he fought back on the verge of death! I..."

Nie Zhao grabbed her hand, a bright red handprint on her fair face, gripped the sword hilt tightly, and his eyes reddened.

As a phoenix maiden who had looked down on everything since childhood, she knelt down in front of the sect without hesitation, her back straight.

"It's my fault," she cried, her chest heaving. "Master, I'll accept whatever punishment you give me. I beg you, please bring Kunkun and Xintang back."

Without hesitation, she knelt down and kowtowed heavily, tears streaming down her face.

"No matter what, they're going back to their sect..."

A gust of wind swept by, and Feng Jilan knelt down and hugged the person, his face filled with grief.

His hands trembled as he touched her red hair and her face, which he had slapped so hard that it was swollen and red. His heart ached terribly.

"It's my fault..." Feng Jilan said, tears streaming down his face. "It's my fault for letting you go to Ten Thousand Swords Mountain alone..."

Nie Zhao finally couldn't hold back and choked up.

"Master..."

Then, her sobs escalated into a breakdown as she cried out, "Master... Master—"

Feng Yu, standing nearby, didn't even have time to cry.

A cough.

Tan Suiting woke up, opening his eyes halfway wearily.

"Little Dragon." Feng Jilan squatted down, looked up and asked with concern, "How are you?"

"A severed spiritual vein, a severely damaged heart, and an unstable soul," Feng Yu said sharply, "is a hundred times more dangerous than a serious physical injury."