I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Ning Ruan breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the person was still alive.

He took out the soul-binding rope and tied Mo Feng up tightly.

Only then did he use the healing technique without changing his expression.

He then casually took out a jade bottle and poured an unknown liquid onto the wound.

"hiss--"

Mo Feng gasped in severe pain and slowly woke up.

He looked around confusedly, and finally his eyes fell on himself——

A body tied tightly.

There was a slightly hideous fist mark on the chest.

"..."

After the severe pain, he clearly felt a cool sensation coming from the wound.

Very comfortable.

It was as if it numbed the pain.

But he sensed it clearly, not just paralysis.

His wounds were indeed being covered by a gentle yet overbearing medicinal power at this moment.

Broken bones and damaged internal organs are being repaired and reshaped at an astonishing speed.

He blinked blankly, his memory returning, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant.

He looked at Ning Ruan who was slowly putting away the jade bottle, and uttered a few words with trembling lips: "Ning...Fellow Daoist Ning?"

His voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief and fear, "I...what happened to me just now?"

"Did I...did I attack you?"

"You went crazy and wanted to kill me, and then I almost killed you in return. That's about it." Ning Ruan spoke concisely, and the glow of her healing magic slowly dissipated. "Although I almost killed you, I saved you now, so that's enough."

“…” This is the first time I’ve heard of it being so resistant.

But that's not the point either.

Mo Feng's face was pale, and scattered memories flooded into his mind. Those crazy thoughts made him shudder when he thought about them now.

"I...I don't know...I suddenly lost control...I don't know what happened."

He was ashamed and scared. Ning Ruan was much stronger than him. If she hadn't shown mercy, he would be a corpse now.

"It's the lamp that's causing the problem." Ning Ruan kicked the Curse Crow lamp that was still burning quietly beside her. "This thing becomes evil at night. Being close to it or holding it seems to amplify one's greed and evil thoughts. That's why the two corpses that killed each other were affected by it, and so were we."

Mo Feng looked at the rescue lamp on the ground, and no longer had the same look as before when he looked at the treasure. At this moment, he only felt that the lamp was becoming more and more weird, making him feel cold all over.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, you just..."

"Me?" Ning Ruan tilted her head and thought for a moment. "I was indeed tricked, but I woke up quickly. Maybe... it couldn't arouse my greed?"

After all, there really hasn't been anything that can really make her so moved that she loses her mind.

Even if it is a magical weapon, it is not absolutely necessary.

Mo Feng: “…” He still couldn’t respond to this.

After a pause, he looked at the silver-white rope on his body again.

Not even a bit of spiritual power can be used.

There is no doubt that it must be the credit of this rope.

"Fellow Daoist Ning... am I awake now?"

There was uncertainty in his tone.

Ning Ruan looked at him with a half-smile, "Don't you know it yourself? Do you still want to kill me?"

"..." Mo Feng almost choked, "Fellow Daoist Ning, I absolutely have no intention of killing you."

"It seems to be fine."

Ning Ruan nodded, raised her hand and waved it, and the soul-binding rope untied itself as if it had life, and flew directly back into her storage belt.

Mo Feng slowly stood up.

Without the restraint of the rope, his spiritual power was indeed restored.

No.

Not just recovery.

There was even a slight increase.

He lowered his head to look at the wound on his chest... Apart from the blood on his clothes and the mess, there was almost no visible external injury.

Although the injury has not fully recovered, it is almost healed.

Such a serious injury, but he recovered like this in such a short time.

It can be seen how terrifying the healing effect of the medicine used by Brother Ning on him is!

"Thank you, Brother Ning, for saving my life and for spending such a precious elixir..." Mo Feng bowed sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude and fear.

Ning Ruan waved her hand indifferently, bent down and picked up the culprit - the lamp that she had kicked to the ground but the flame was still on.

Mo Feng didn't think it was a treasure this time.

He took several steps back.

"Don't worry, it's okay, isn't it?"

Ning Ruan glanced at him indifferently.

Mo Feng trembled with fear: "...Fellow Daoist Ning, should we continue to carry it?"

"Aren't you afraid of those evil things anymore?" Ning Ruan asked.

Mo Feng: “…”

"Of course I'm afraid... But this thing is too strange. What if it confuses our minds again?"

Ning Ruan seriously corrected him: "It's not us, it's you."

She looked at the lamp in her hand and said, "It can't confuse me."

"Are you sure you don't want to take it?"

"..."

Mo Feng was unsure.

If possible, he would certainly like to refuse it outright.

I don't want to touch this shit again.

Can……

He swallowed hard and slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"I...I'd better take it." Although he had already decided to take it, his voice was still a little weak. "I will try my best to keep my mind calm, but if, if I show any signs of trouble later, Fellow Daoist Ning, you...don't be polite, just knock me out!"

He almost said the last sentence through gritted teeth.

Ning Ruan seemed to have anticipated his choice and casually handed the lamp over. "You don't have to explain. I will do the same. Don't worry, you can't kill me."

Mo Feng: "..." He felt relieved.

But it was too painful to hear such truth.

He took the lamp carefully, no longer daring to hold it close to his chest as preciously as before. Instead, he stretched his arm as far as possible to keep the flame, which could not be extinguished, away from him.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, we are now..."

"Eat." Ning Ruan interrupted him, walked back to where she was, and picked up the bowl of still warm food that she had only taken a bite of. Her tone was as natural as if the life-and-death conflict just now was just an insignificant episode during the meal. "You should be thankful that you didn't overturn the pot."

Otherwise, it's not something that can be solved with just one punch.

Mo Feng: “…”

Ning Ruan finished her meal before continuing on her way.

We passed a lot of buildings along the way.

She discovered it during the day.

There are actually quite a few spiritual weapons in these buildings.

But once the ice layer was broken, these spiritual weapons instantly lost all their spiritual charm and became ordinary objects.

She had never found another lantern like this one.

"Ning...Fellow Daoist Ning...I seem to be getting colder and colder."

Mo Feng shuddered suddenly and said to Ning Ruan, "The further south we go, the colder it gets."

Ning Ruan didn't feel anything.

Because from time to time I would take some spiritual fruits to supplement my meal.

She threw one over generously, "The heavier the cold, the closer we are to where we're going."

Mo Feng subconsciously took the spiritual fruit that was emitting a lustrous luster and full of spiritual energy. As soon as he touched it, he felt a gentle warmth that dispelled some of the coldness.

This was not the first time he had experienced this kind of spiritual fruit.

Nature knows how powerful its effect is.

Without any hesitation, he ate the spiritual fruit in a few bites.

The flesh melts in your mouth, and a pure and gentle warm current instantly flows through your limbs.

The biting cold was immediately dispelled for the most part, and even the stagnant spiritual energy flow became much smoother.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had been pulled out of an ice cellar. Although the surrounding environment was still cold, it no longer affected him.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ning." He thanked him sincerely, quickly followed Ning Ruan, and couldn't help asking:

"Fellow Daoist Ning, where did you say we were going? Where exactly are we going?"

Ning Ruan glanced at him sideways and said three words in a flat tone: "I don't know."

Mo Feng: “…” Don’t know?

Then how can you walk so confidently?

Ning Ruan seemed to see through his thoughts and added slowly, "Even though I don't know exactly where it is, it's always right to follow your feelings. Besides, isn't the cold air guiding the way more reliable than a map?"

Mo Feng: “…”

"...Fellow Daoist Ning is right."

Never mind, it doesn’t matter where we go.

Anyway, he just needs to follow Fellow Daoist Ning!

……

The two soon passed by another mansion.

It's much bigger than the ones I passed by before.

She immediately ordered Mo Feng to help search for the spiritual weapon.

Although he was still afraid of this thing, he also knew that in this strange little remnant world, at least during the day, spiritual weapons could really save his life.

Mo Feng was very cooperative.

Although the mansion was damaged, it still occupied a very large area.

Fortunately, their spiritual awareness was available, and the two of them acted separately.

One faces north and the other faces south.

Ning Ruan searched for a while but found nothing.

Just when he was about to ask Mo Feng to move to another place.

A quick and terrified cry for help suddenly came from the north side of the mansion, interrupting her thoughts.

"Fellow Daoist Ning! Help—!"

It’s Mo Feng’s voice!

Ning Ruan frowned slightly, and with a flash of her body, she rushed towards the source of the sound.

As soon as he passed through a corridor that was almost half collapsed, he saw Mo Feng hiding behind a huge icicle in a panic not far ahead. His face was pale and he was holding the Curse Crow Clan's lamp tightly in his hand.

In his other hand, he held a newly found feather fan, which was obviously his recent gain here.

Opposite him stood three cultivators with different attire and races. Two were at the twelfth realm, and one was above the thirteenth realm. They all had murderous looks on their faces, and their eyes flashed with undisguised greed.

"Boy, if you know what's good for you, hand over the lamp and fan! Otherwise, don't blame us for being cruel!" The Lingsha clan cultivator who was in the lead spoke sinisterly, his eyes mainly focused on the lamp in Mo Feng's hand - the spiritual aura in this lamp was much higher than that of the fan, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary spiritual weapon.

They want fans, and they need lamps even more!

They also discovered the secret under the ice by accident during the day.

It turns out that as long as you hide under the ice, you can avoid those ominous creatures you encounter during the day. They are said to look very similar to the Curse Crow Clan that once disappeared.

You can also find this clan's spiritual weapon below.

And if you can possess spiritual energy, evil creatures will not attack you even on a glacier.

He once had a spiritual weapon, but just as he got it and hadn't even warmed up to it, it was snatched away by an old man in the Jindan stage.

It was with great difficulty that he escaped from the other party.

I originally came here just to avoid evil spirits, who would have thought that I would be so lucky?

As soon as he came down, he ran into this lone kid who was only at the eleventh level, and this kid actually had two spiritual weapons in his hands!

Doesn’t this mean that even God is helping him?

Mo Feng was shocked and angry, "I got this thing first!"

"Hmph, get it first? You'll have to be alive to get it!" Another Blood Bat Clan cultivator with sinister eyes snorted impatiently. He raised his hand and summoned a bright red short sword, which he swung straight at Mo Feng's face with a sharp gust of wind. "Brother, why waste time talking to him? He's just a mere ant. Just kill him!"

When Mo Feng heard the word "ant tribe", his eyes widened and anger surged. He even wanted to rush up and fight to the death.

But at this moment, a lazy voice suddenly interrupted:

"I'm so sorry to bother you. I think I came at a bad time."

"Are you guys trying to steal my things?"

The moment the sound was uttered, the dagger that was coming at me with such force hit a pitch-black iron pot directly, making a 'bang' sound, and then fell vertically to the ground.

The pot remained intact and floated steadily in the air.

"Who?!" The three monks' faces changed drastically and they turned around suddenly.

Not far away, a young girl in a green shirt appeared at some point and was walking slowly towards me, with no expression on her face, as if she was just passing by.

Her eyes swept over the feather fan held tightly in Mo Feng's hand.

Finally it fell on the three monks.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the motionless iron pot flew back to him.

Falling into her hands.

"Fellow Daoist Ning!" Mo Feng breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing his savior, nearly collapsing. "I've found another spiritual weapon!"

Without him saying anything, Ning Ruan could already tell that the fan was indeed a spiritual weapon.

Its spiritual charm is not as strong as that of a lamp, but it is also one of the few spiritual tools that can still retain its spiritual charm.

"You...you are Ning Ruan!"

The Lingsha cultivators above the thirteenth realm were all stunned.

But it was soon replaced by extremely complex ecstasy and fear!

The two companions behind him also took a deep breath, and their eyes instantly shifted away from the spiritual weapon in Mo Feng's hand, staring at Ning Ruan who suddenly appeared.

Ning Ruan...she has a magic weapon on her!

"Yes, I'm Ning Ruan."

Ning Ruan smiled and pointed at Mo Feng who had stood behind her at some point. "I'm protecting this guy for now. You can't kill him."

"The lantern, my fan..."

She paused and asked, "Who got the fan first?"

Mo Feng straightened his back immediately. Although his face was still a little pale, his tone was extremely firm, with a bit of bullying attitude: "It's me! Fellow Daoist Ning, I found this feather fan first, and they showed up just as I got it!"

＼(`Δ')／

Ning Ruan nodded, and her gaze returned to the three monks. Her tone remained calm, yet it carried an unquestionable tone: "Did you hear that? The fan is mine, too."

"Of course, you can come and grab it. If you can get it, it's yours."

"..."

At this moment, the three monks could no longer see the fans or lamps.

There are only two words left in their minds!

Immortal weapon!

With a magical weapon in hand, what spiritual weapon can't you grab?

The Lingsha cultivator's heart was beating wildly and his fingers were trembling slightly.