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

"..."

The lips of the twelfth realm monk trembled.

The severe pain in his waist and abdomen and the flying swords still hovering at his vital points made all his thoughts of resistance vanish into nothing.

He had no doubt that if he dared to say "no" now.

The flying sword that had just been pulled out from his waist would be thrust in again without hesitation.

Maybe this time it won't be a stab in the kidney.

It's aimed directly at the neck.

"……I agree."

The cultivator at the twelfth level uttered three words with difficulty.

No matter how freely he spoke, he still carried with him humiliation and unconcealable fear.

Ning Ruan didn't expose him either.

He nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand, and several flying swords turned into streams of light and flew back into his body.

"Heal your wounds first. You should have medicine, right?"

"..." You said it as if if I said no, you would return my storage magic weapon.

When your life is not guaranteed, you will feel very lucky to be able to save your life and most of your storage spiritual tools.

But now, it seems that he will not die.

Whenever he thought about Ning Ruan choosing his most valuable storage magic weapon, he still felt heartbroken.

But the cultivators at the twelfth level dared not say this.

He nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes."

After saying that, he took out bottles of pills and took them one by one.

I began to carefully treat the wound again...

Ning Ruan ignored him.

Because there was still one person unconscious on the ground.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, he hasn't woken up yet. He seems to be seriously injured..."

Mo Feng also turned his gaze to the dying Blood Bat cultivator on the ground.

The more I look at it, the more fortunate I feel.

Fortunately, he had only been hit by one punch from Fellow Daoist Ning.

If he were to be beaten like a punching bag like this, how could he survive?

terrible!

Ning Ruan walked to the unconscious Blood Bat monk and kicked him in the side with her toes.

There was no response from the other party.

She frowned slightly, as if she felt this was too inefficient.

So, under the astonished gazes of Mo Feng and the twelfth realm cultivator who had just taken the elixir and was secretly healing himself, Ning Ruan raised his foot and seemingly casually kicked at a certain acupuncture point under the ribs of the blood bat cultivator.

The force of this kick was controlled very skillfully, not being fatal but exciting enough.

"puff--!"

The unconscious Blood Bat monk suddenly arched his body, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the violent coughing affected his injuries all over his body.

The pain woke him up instantly, his distracted eyes filled with pain and fear.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Ning Ruan's expressionless face close to him.

He was so frightened that he almost used his hands and feet to move backwards until his back hit the cold ice wall and he had nowhere to retreat.

"You...you...what do you want to do?"

He seemed to be terrified.

Mo Feng: “…”

The twelfth realm cultivator who was healing: "..."

The two of them watched with their eyelids twitching and shrank back subconsciously.

Especially the cultivators in the twelfth realm, they felt their waists began to ache again.

"Awake?" Ning Ruan retracted her foot and said in a calm and straightforward tone, "Now I give you two choices."

"Either die or stay and help us clear a path under the ice."

"You guys are so good at digging holes, it would be a shame if you didn't dig more."

"But before that, to be fair, you must first hand over all your spiritual storage devices and let me choose one."

"After all, he has given it to you. It would be unreasonable for you not to give it to him. It would also affect your brotherly relationship."

The monk of the twelfth realm: “…” Thank you so much.

"?"

The Blood Bat Clan monks were somewhat slow to react.

Just about to speak.

I heard my companion's warning in my mind:

"If you don't want to die, agree to her."

"Otherwise she will really kill you."

"Don't try to be clever. She has something on her that can detect spiritual storage devices. If she says she only needs one, she definitely won't take more."

By the end of his speech, the twelfth realm cultivator sighed softly and transmitted his voice, "Even if we are unlucky, let's give up our wealth to save our lives."

"..."

The Blood Bat Clan monk's head was still buzzing. The severe pain and the voice transmissions from his companions intertwined, making him a little dazed for a moment.

When I raised my eyes, I met Ning Ruan's clear and bright eyes.

She was staring at him.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, forming an arc.

It seemed like he was smiling, but he couldn't feel any smile at all.

"She's really going to kill you..."

My companion's words swirled in my mind.

He now has no doubt about the truth of this statement.

"I...I promise you!" He almost gritted his teeth and spat out these words. His voice was trembling due to the severe pain.

It sounds even more hoarse and unpleasant.

After saying this, he endured the severe pain as if his whole body was falling apart, and with trembling hands, he took off the storage ring very reluctantly.

He then took out a storage bag hidden in his inner armor from his bosom.

Then he took out various storage magic tools from his waist.

He said, "It's all...it's all here."

"..." The corner of the eye of the twelfth realm cultivator who was still paying attention to the movements here twitched.

He quickly sent a message: "Brother, why don't you believe me?"

"She really has that trick, you can't hide it from her!"

Blood Bat Clan monk: "..."

He remained silent.

At this moment, it was indeed difficult for him to trust others.

They were just acquaintances along the way and are not trustworthy at all.

What's more, the other party obviously looked like he had already defected to Ning Ruan.

Ning Ruan stared at him for a moment, then slowly opened her mouth, "Is it really gone?"

He nodded without hesitation, "It's really gone."

Ning Ruan chuckled and didn't answer.

He immediately took out something from the storage ring.

"Whether there is one or not is not up to you to decide."

The Blood Bat Clan monk felt uneasy, but he pretended to be calm and said in a deep voice, "It's really gone."

Ning Ruan didn't waste any time and directly pointed the detector in his hand at the other person's head.

Start searching from the beginning and work your way down.

There was nothing unusual at first.

But when it was aimed at his bloody chest, the detector suddenly moved and emitted a dazzling light.

The Blood Bat Clan monk's face turned pale and he subconsciously looked at his companions not far away.

The twelfth realm cultivator silently rolled his eyes and sent a voice message, "I already told you I wasn't lying, but you refused to believe me. What good would it be for me to harm you?"

"It seems you are dishonest!"

Ning Ruan spoke softly.

Seeing her raise her left hand, the Blood Bat Clan monk subconsciously dodged and hurriedly took out a storage jade piece as thin as a cicada's wing from his arms.

“This time… it’s really gone!”

Perhaps it was because his movements were too big, and a few more mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth.

He was about to pass out again.

Ning Ruan raised her hand and cast a healing spell.

"Uh……"

The Blood Bat Clan monk groaned, and his distracted eyes suddenly became clearer.

But the cure is only a taste of it.

Seeing that he was awake, Ning Ruan quickly withdrew his hand.

I'm afraid that I can cure him...

This feeling is worse than fainting.

At least I don't feel the pain anymore.

How is it like now?

The pain was still clear, even more acute due to the forced mental excitement.

"I know you can't hold on any longer, but you have to hold on first."

"We haven't finished talking about this yet, you can't faint."

The girl's clear voice rang in my ears.

Then he saw Ning Ruan holding that strange but useful thing and continuing to search him.

"..."

This time he is really gone.

Even if he didn't believe his companions, he wouldn't be stupid enough to leave behind too many storage spiritual tools.

Only keep the most important one.

Only in this way can we get away with it.

But he really didn't expect that there would actually be such a thing that could detect storage spiritual artifacts!

How can there be such a thing?

Did the person who created him do it just to make it easier to kill people and steal treasures?

Ning Ruan searched him from head to toe.

The detectors stopped responding.

She put it away.

Then he threw all the storage spiritual artifacts back to the blood bat monk who had lost all hope in life.

He only kept the jade piece, playing with it between his fingers: "Alright, I said I only want one, and I definitely don't want two of you."

"I'll take this one, you can take the others back."

"..."

I hope you can take all the others.

Just keep this one.

The Blood Bat Clan monk desperately took back the storage spiritual artifacts that were handed back to him, his heart bleeding.

All the things here combined are not worth what is stored in that piece of jade.

It was simply worse than killing him!

"Now, I'll give you half an hour to heal your wounds, and then we'll continue on our journey." Ning Ruan lowered her eyes to look at the Blood Bat Clan monk who was still lying on the ground like a pile of mud. "Are you okay?"

"..."

If there is a problem, you won’t let people go.

Maybe he'll even say, "You're useless, so why not kill me?"

When the Blood Bat Clan monk thought of this possibility, he was frightened and forced himself to sit up despite the severe pain.

He hurriedly took out the pill and stuffed it into his mouth, fearing that if he was a step too slow, Ning Ruan would punch him twice again.

"..."

Ning Ruan really wanted to advise him to be careful not to choke to death on the pill.

If he really died like this, it would probably be on the entertainment section of the human race...

For a moment, silence returned under the ice.

Ning Ruan casually took out a wooden stool struck by lightning and sat down.

He said to Mo Feng, who was already stunned, "It will take a while anyway, so why don't you cook now."

"Oh, ok...ok! I'll do it right away."

He responded quickly.

After Ning Ruan handed over the ingredients and the iron pot, he took out the brown bead and jade piece and tried to use his spiritual sense to attack the restrictions on them one by one.

The restriction was quite strong, and with her current mental strength, it would take some time to break it.

But the owner of the storage magic weapon is still there, why should she waste time?

He immediately threw the things one by one to the two people who were recovering from their injuries:

"Let's take down the ban first."

Blood Bat Clan monk: "..."

Another Qinglin Clan cultivator who had reached the twelfth realm of cultivation: "..."

what is this?

After they robbed something, you still want them to open it and hand it over to you with their own hands?

This is nothing more than murder and heart-wrenching!

It’s so uncomfortable!

But no matter how uncomfortable it is, I dare not refuse.

It takes time to break the ban by force.

As the master, removing the restriction is just a matter of thought.

Ning Ruan quickly took over the two storage magic weapons that had lost their restrictions.

Check them one by one.

The first one is the jade piece of the blood bat monk.

There are indeed a lot of things in it.

But it is beneficial to his own cultivation.

Otherwise, it could be spiritual weapons or elixirs.

Didn't see anything interesting.

Not to mention the spiritual fruit she wanted most.

After just one look, he was quite disappointed and casually hung the jade piece around his waist.

He then invested his spiritual consciousness into the storage bead of the Qinglin cultivator.

This time my luck seems to be much better.

Finally, I found several spiritual fruits of different types.

She took out the spiritual fruit and casually hung the brown beads around her waist.

Only the spiritual fruit was put back into her own storage ring.

Mo Feng looked up at her while cooking, "Fellow Daoist Ning, do you like spiritual fruits very much?"

"You have it too?" Ning Ruan asked back.

This attitude clearly shows that he likes it.

Mo Feng shook his head. "I don't have it, but my clan has it. It doesn't have much effect, but alchemists often use it to stabilize the properties of medicine, so it's quite useful."

After saying that, he added, "But the honey fruit tastes pretty good, and the young ones in the tribe love it."

"If you need it, I will bring a large batch to you when I return to the tribe."

Ning Ruan raised her eyes and looked at him, "Okay."

Since it’s called honey fruit, it must be delicious.

As for why Mo Feng suddenly said this, it was obviously impossible that he really just wanted to give her the spiritual fruit.

Ning Ruan just doesn't like to use his brain.

But not stupid.

This guy has always been afraid of being killed by her.

Saying this seemed to increase the chances of survival.

"..."

The two men who were healing their wounds silently looked directly at this mere ant cultivator for the first time.

Let’s not talk about cultivation.

Let’s not even talk about race.

But they really can't learn this servile and servile posture.

Ning Ruan has lost interest in the newly acquired storage magic weapon.

He finally took the feather fan next to the lamp.

A fan made of gray-black feathers.

It's easy to guess that this is most likely a feather from the Curse Crow Clan.

She took the feather fan and fanned it at the ice behind her right side.

Still no response.

Just like a lamp.

I know it is a spiritual weapon, but I don’t know how to use it.

……

After dinner.

Ning Ruan munched on the newly acquired spiritual fruit and said to the two free tools, "Half an hour has passed. Can you guys leave now?"

"Don't worry, if you can't bear the injury, just tell me. After all, I am also a light spiritual master. We light spiritual masters are kind-hearted and love to save people."

“…” I don’t know whether he likes to save people or not, but it is true that he definitely likes to kill people.

The Qinglin Clan cultivator was the first to stand up and nodded, "I'm fine."

The Blood Bat Clan monk followed suit and said, "I can do it too."

It must be possible even if it is not possible.

If I really say no, God knows what she will do!

The two of them got up and prepared to start working.

Ning Ruan followed behind leisurely, holding a feather fan in one hand and a spiritual fruit in the other.

It seems like others are here to gain experience, while she is here to enjoy herself.

however--

Just now.

The sky, which had just brightened, suddenly became dark again.

It was so dark that I caught off guard.

Before anyone could react, the glacier suddenly began to shake.

The momentum is terrifying.

"Ning...Fellow Daoist Ning!" Mo Feng's voice trembled uncontrollably. He no longer cared whether it was strange or not. He tightly grasped the lamp he had previously despised, his knuckles turning white from the strain. "How...how come it's dark again? It's not even two hours until dawn. What on earth has happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the vibration under his feet suddenly intensified.

Ice chips fell, and the surrounding ice walls made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, as if they would completely collapse at any time.