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After the storm...
Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly said, "Senior Brother, let’s do as Elder Handeng says."
Song Yan said, "Why?"
Ling Xiaoxiao replied, "I don’t know either, it just feels like a dream. But if I don’t do it now, what else can I do? Besides, Elder Handeng has been planning for so long, and I’m her descendant, so perhaps this is my responsibility too?"
After saying that, she was a bit dejected, "Elder Handeng is very weak right now, so she needs to parasitize on , and gradually grow stronger alongside . When she becos strong, she can achieve her dream, reach the depths of the Sword Village, and attain immortality, right?
Senior Brother... what you seek should be the sa. Don’t worry, if Elder Handeng has any ill intentions, I’ll definitely sense it. I’ll help keep an eye on her for you, this way... you two can trust each other.
By then, Senior Brother can also achieve what you desire, which will make Elder Handeng happy, and you happy too.
As for ... I... I will also be happy, because I, who am without temperant or talent, should have died sowhere unknown, and now can see many sights I have never seen before."
Song Yan listened to these childish and silly words, knowing that this girl realized she had beco a tool.
The first role was to "help Ling Handeng nourish her thoughts, making them stronger," and the second was to "beco a bridge of trust between him and Ling Handeng."
She offered no resistance at all, heedlessly accepting it all, presenting a self-moved, lazy attitude.
Song Yan wanted to say sothing but hesitated, then patted her head, saying, "I was once like you, caught between a rock and a hard place."
He then chuckled, "However, I really am no predator to you... All in all, your current situation is much better than mine. Since there’s an opportunity to beco stronger, don’t give it up."
After a brief silence, he added, "Don’t think that the Purple Mansion Realm or Divine Infant Realm are so powerful. Even if your Primordial Ancestor might be of the Divinity Transformation Realm, isn’t she still struggling now?
When catastrophe strikes, all beings are like ants. Ordinary people live a hundred years, close their eyes, and no longer care if the world is in chaos. But we... must face it. Junior Sister, stay strong; until the very last mont, don’t give up lightly. Your current predicant is indeed a great opportunity to beco stronger."
As his words fell, the young female cultivator in his arms, who had been heavy-hearted just a mont ago, suddenly changed her expression.
Ling Handeng looked up at Song Yan and said, "At your age, still coaxing little girls."
Song Yan said, "Elder Handeng showing up so sincerely at this ti, you’re really putting yourself out there."
Ling Handeng said, "Since it’s the only choice, one must give it special attention. Do you... still have energy?"
"Yes."
Song Yan replied.
He had no trust in Ling Handeng either. If there was a way to increase it a bit, he would indeed spare no effort. Being intimately close to one another without stabbing each other in the back was inherently a form of "trust ritual."
In this way, when the apparent trust and potential mutual aid reach a certain level, destroying it would require a greater price.
This ti, encountering Ling Handeng was truly an unexpected twist.
Ling Handeng smiled faintly and said, "Then what are we waiting for?"
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Months later...
Autumn leaves swept the ground.
Two beams of rainbow light headed towards the Cyan Phoenix Valley.
The map was Ling Xiaoxiao’s. She had intended to join "Red Fla Sword House" with Gong Zixin and other senior brothers for cultivation, so she had prepared the map.
Ling Handeng’s power was weak, so most of the ti it was still Ling Xiaoxiao.
The two traveled and rested, and after many turns, finally arrived at the region of Cyan Phoenix Valley.
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Gong Zixin had thick eyebrows and spirited eyes. Even during the Crimson Palace Stage, he exuded an extrely stable aura. By the ti he entered the Purple Mansion and regained his youthful appearance, he could be described as handso and commanding.
Undoubtedly, he was a trustworthy young mber of the Biluo Mountain Sword Alliance, acting with steadiness, never taking risks, while being generous when dealing with others. Every secret realm treasure distribution he managed left all teammates satisfied.
He was not only fair and just but also possessed considerable power and a vast background. It was rumored that his adoptive father was the great elder of the Yi clan, so many cultivators were willing to follow him to cultivate at places where the earth’s energy erupted.
Such a cultivator was indeed a rising star of the Biluo Mountain Sword Alliance.
Unfortunately, he died.
Died very tragically.
His head hung on a tree.
Not just him, but the tree branches were also adorned with the heads of many Sword Alliance disciples.
A giant like a mountain of flesh, with a foolish smile, stood in front of their heads, stacking them neatly on the branches, staring at the heads with a sowhat dull gaze for a while, before summoning a flying sword that lay on the ground.
For Sword Alliance cultivators: the sword carries the Dao, if the sword is present, one is present; if the sword is lost, one perishes.
Their swords were not only weapons but also the foundation for condensing Lifebound Secret Techniques at the Purple Mansion Realm and Lifebound Secret Treasures at the Divine Infant Realm.
These swords contained their Sword Dao insights, as well as their Sword Heart.
Pa!
The giant grabbed the flying sword, suddenly opened its big mouth, revealing gleaming white teeth.
Those teeth were sharp and dense, yet not like the fangs of a beast, but rather a hundred tiny sword-like structures.
The giant extended its tongue, which bore strange black sword-shaped patterns.
It licked the flying sword and then stuffed the sword directly into its mouth, chewing it with large bites.
After finishing one, it ate another.
One after another.
As it consud them, its whole body accumulated more and more fat.
After devouring all the dozens of flying swords there, it burped and its eyes showed a hint of tears. In a gentle voice, it murmured, "Master, don’t worry, Bai Wei will definitely keep you alive, definitely will... Once you’re revived, Bai Wei will no longer have to eat these awful swords. Then, Bai Wei will surely fulfill filial duties to you, hehe..."
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