I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

Nangong Ruyun had this idea a long time ago, but she only dared to speak it out now. It was indeed a bit of taking advantage of someone's misfortune, but she also had good intentions.

"Forget it, sister, there's no need to persuade me anymore. What's wrong with me joining the Xianyun Sect? I'm not good at currying favor with others and don't know how to adapt. Sooner or later I'll offend people and I'll just let down your kindness." Jiang Yuzhi was straightforward and couldn't stand others confusing right and wrong, but it was this intolerant character that hurt her.

The blue-haired fairy still refused to give up: "We in the Xianyun Sect don't have so many intrigues. Sister, why don't you think about it again."

"That may not be the case. Maybe my sister hasn't encountered any trouble yet, but the changes in the future are uncertain." Jiang Yuzhi is the youngest among the three sworn sisters, but she is a rare clear-headed person.

Unfortunately, later facts proved that what she said came true.

They chatted a lot more and soon turned to the topic of children.

Yuzhi gently caressed the baby's face, her eyes filled with an unconcealable smile of happiness. However, this smile did not last long and was soon replaced by sadness.

"Sister, if one day in the future I encounter an accident and die unexpectedly, can you take good care of my child for me?" The mother who had just given birth on the bed suddenly said such an unlucky word.

It turned out that she had anticipated this.

If she had known the involvement in time, Yuzhi would not have died.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in the world. Yuzhi hid a lot from her, probably because she didn't want her to be involved.

After a dizzying moment, the scene in the dream suddenly changed.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding environment changed from a simple delivery room to a newly piled grave.

Nangong Ruyun happened to catch a glimpse of a seven-year-old child standing next to her out of the corner of her eye.

The child cried very sadly. It was so pitiful that he lost his mother at such a young age.

"Ping'er, just follow Aunt Yun from now on. I promised your mother that I would take good care of you." The woman couldn't hold back her tears and pretended to be strong, not wanting to show weakness in front of a child.

The child was very sensible. He wiped away his tears and stood in front of his mother's grave for a while.

The blue-haired fairy stood with him for as long as he stood there.

They said they would leave after the worship.

But no one showed any intention of taking the first step to leave.

Until the child's stomach growled, he finally sat down on the ground weakly.

"You silly child, why didn't you tell me you were hungry?" Nangong Ruyun blamed herself. She was a cultivator and could practice fasting, but this child was still a mortal. How could she not eat or drink like her?

"I want to eat the food my mother cooks." The boy spoke, but his words were a little willful.

This sentence was like opening a floodgate. Nangong Ruyun could no longer suppress the sadness in her heart and burst into tears. As she cried, the child also cried.

The two of them snuggled up to each other, hugged each other, and cried together.

One of them lost a dear sister, the other lost her mother.

Because of the same woman, their fates are intertwined.

Although she would come to visit him from time to time, this was far from what she had promised Yuzhi.

It has always been Nangong Ruyun's regret that she was unable to personally take care of this child and raise him up.

Watching him grow up, become independent, and finally no longer need her.

Aunt Yun was both happy and sad.

The good news is that Ping'er grew up safely, and she did not let Yuzhi down.

Although the time she spent with him was not long in her long life, she still liked the feeling of being dependent on the little guy.

However, she was not given much of this dependence.

This woman, Lan Ruoyu, took away the position that should have belonged to her.

Yes, in fact, she has always been a little jealous of Lan Ruoyu. She has received so much love from Ping'er, but she did not cherish it.

She just ran away without a care in the world, making him sad for so long.

"What's wrong with Aunt Yun?"

Just as Nangong Ruyun's consciousness fell into darkness, she heard an extremely familiar voice. It was her Ping'er.

But it no longer belongs to her.

He was no longer the little boy who would follow her around and call her Auntie Yun in a soft voice.

"She's hard. I'm talking about her body. Look, it's frozen, like an ice sculpture." Mu Wanyi's voice reached her eardrums.

what happened?

I could hear their voices, but I didn't wake up.

Her body was unable to move, and it felt like she was buried alive. All she could see was endless darkness.

"Master, wait a minute, you haven't recovered yet." Luo Xueqing's voice rang out.

After surviving the catastrophe, Zhao Kangping relied on his abnormal blood and flesh recovery ability to regenerate his body. However, his body was still exhausted and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

It was Luo Xueqing who flew over carrying him on her back.

When he landed, before he could even stand firmly, he forced himself to run towards Aunt Yun who was put on the ground by his senior sister.

Aunt Nangong was still in the same position as when she fell, flapping her limbs, frozen stiffly.

The posture was actually a bit funny, but no one could laugh.

Zhao Kangping crawled closer to Aunt Yun.

He grabbed Aunt Yun's hand, which was already covered with a layer of ice.

Zhao Kangping was the only one present who possessed a fire spiritual root and had practiced fire-attributed spells. Furthermore, his Pure Yang Art was yang in nature, and the yang fire he released was the most gentle under his control.

Before he himself had fully recovered, he had already started to melt the ice on Aunt Yun's body.

Within twenty breaths, the ice shell on Nangong Ruyun's body melted away, and her stiff body began to soften.

Her body temperature was still icy cold and her face was as pale as paper.

Zhao Kangping continued to output Yang Yan to comb her body.

The cold poison crystals he had dissolved reappeared throughout her body, seemingly newly formed.

His treatment was almost in vain.

However, he had reached the Spiritual Transformation Stage, and the power of the Pure Yang Art was even greater, so it was easier for him to refine the cold poison crystals in her body.

"Junior brother, don't be too hasty. Senior Nangong should be fine. It's not too late for us to take her back and treat her." Mu Wanyi was worried that her junior brother had just made a breakthrough to a great realm, and that using a large amount of spiritual power without restraint would cause his foundation to be unstable.

What he needs most at this moment is a good rest, and he must seize the time to consolidate his realm.

However, Zhao Kangping did not listen to the advice at all. He continued to output spiritual power to Nangong Ruyun.

God helps those who work hard, and Zhao Kangping’s efforts finally got the results he wanted.

Not long after, most of the cold poison crystals in the blue-haired beauty's body were eliminated.

Only the cold poison in her lower abdomen was relatively stubborn. Because of the core of the cold poison, her cold poison problem was difficult to eradicate.

"Ping'er~"

Nangong Ruyun finally woke up again. She struggled to sit up and held his right hand tightly with both hands.

It was so warm, his fingers were thick and thick and warm to the touch.

Aunt Yun's hands were icy cold, but smooth and soft, like the finest silk.

He placed his left hand on hers again, tightly wrapping her soft, boneless little hand.

"Ping'er, am I really useless? I don't look like a strong man in the Nascent Soul stage at all." The pretty aunt pursed her lips and was about to cry.

Her current realm is the late stage of Lianxu, and judging from her realm of cultivation, she is slightly higher than Mu Wanyi.

But if they actually fought, Nangong Ruyun would be beaten. This was naturally because she was hindered by the cold poison. As soon as she used her spiritual power, the ice-attributed spiritual power in her body would flow through her limbs and bones, spreading the cold poison crystals throughout her body.

This time she used too much spiritual power, causing the cold poison to relapse.

If Ping'er hadn't been there, she really wouldn't know what to do.

Fairy Nangong held Zhao Kangping's hand like this, and the look in her eyes when she looked at him seemed to be tearing.

Zhao Kangping had just practically brought her back from the brink of death, so it would be strange if she didn't feel anything. The key point was that he had just broken through, his realm was still unstable, and he treated her with his Qi without any care.

This could lead to a sudden break through to the Spiritual Transformation Realm, only to fall back down accidentally. While this possibility is unlikely, it's not impossible. What if?

He must have known that this was not conducive to stabilizing his state, but he still went ahead without hesitation.

Thinking of this, the sick aunt's heart melted.

"That's not true. Aunt Yun can't blame you. I will definitely find a way to completely cure your cold poison." Zhao Kangping's eyes were sincere and his tone was sincere.

The two of them looked at each other with genuine affection, oblivious to the people around them, which made another woman next to them unhappy.

"Ahem, okay, we should go back." Mu Wanyi's face looked unhappy. She also had a general understanding of Senior Nangong's situation.

In order to completely cure her cold poison, she would probably need her junior brother to practice dual cultivation with her.

When she heard her junior brother say that he wanted to completely cure her cold poison, she felt jealous.

What is this for?

How dare he say this in front of her? Doesn't he take her, the wife, seriously?

I'll make you kneel on the washboard when you get back.

Zhao Kangping was not stupid either, and he immediately realized that his senior sister was jealous.

He quickly stood up, took his wife's hand, and said, "Senior Sister, don't misunderstand me, I just want to cure Aunt Yun."

"You bastard, don't think I don't know what you're thinking." It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but once he did, it made her even angrier. How could she not misunderstand? Mu Wanyi shook off Zhao Kangping's hand.

"Sister."

"Do not touch me."

"I want you to see my spirit."

"What are you looking at? I'm not looking."

Zhao Kangping tried to grab Mu Wanyi again, but she pushed him away again.

Women often become unreasonable when they are angry.

But getting angry for you also indirectly shows that she cares about you.

"Ping'er, let me help you take a look." Nangong Ruyun interrupted.

As a result, Mu Wanyi immediately turned around and grabbed Zhao Kangping's hand.

After a while, Saint Zi Yang's beautiful eyes lit up, and she asked in surprise, "Huh? This doesn't look like a first-grade Yuan Shen, nor does it look like a second-grade Yuan Shen?"

Could it be a 1.5-grade Yuanshen?

Never seen it.

No, I have to go back and check ancient books to see if there are any similar cases.

"Junior brother, how do you feel?" Mu Wanyi asked in a general way.

She didn't specify what it was, but Zhao Kangping continued, "I think my mana concentration is 50% higher than when I first entered the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and my total spiritual power is more than doubled."

Hearing this, Mu Wanyi looked at her junior brother in surprise. She said, "Then yours must be more than just a second-grade Yuan Shen. It's possible it's even above the first grade."

"From what I know, putting aside the bonus that certain special physiques give to the total amount of spiritual power, the difference between each level should be around 10%, not that big of a difference."

"The Pure Yang Holy Body does not increase the strength of mana, nor does it have the ability to increase the total amount of spiritual power."

When Mu Wanyi mentioned the word "Chun Yang", Zhao Kangping had an idea and said, "I think I know why my Yuan Shen has a little orange-red gradient in the golden color."

So he told Mu Wanyi that he was practicing the fourth level of Pure Yang Art and was only engraving the Fire Phoenix True Spirit Diagram in his soul.

It just so happened that the fire phoenix was orange-red. When he didn't activate the Pure Yang Art, the True Spirit Diagram on his Yuanshen was a blur. But when he used the power of the True Spirit Diagram, it would glow, revealing a magma-colored fire phoenix totem.

"Then aren't you a first-grade soul?!" Mu Wanyi's mouth opened into an O shape.

When these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked.

Many cultivators know what a first-grade primordial spirit means.

This means that as long as this cultivator doesn't die midway and doesn't commit suicide, breaking through to the Refining Void stage and reaching the Mahayana stage is basically a foregone conclusion. If there is a little bit of luck, it is also easy to reach the Tribulation Crossing stage with hard work.

After knowing this, not only Mu Wanyi grabbed Zhao Kangping's hand, but Luo Xueqing and Zhao Mengyao also rushed over, hugging him one from the front and the other from the side.

"Master is so amazing."