Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

As soon as she finished speaking, the will that supported her to burst out forcefully and burn out her essence seemed to be instantly withdrawn.

Her eyes went dark, her body could no longer support her, and she fell straight back like a cold bird with broken wings.

Before her consciousness completely fell into darkness, she seemed to see a barely perceptible streak of silver-purple light shooting down from the top of the mountain.

"Quick, take the disciples and go!"

Master Xuanxiao gave an order in a deep voice, and immediately several figures turned into streams of light and rushed towards the end of the ladder.

No matter what, reaching the top is reaching the top, and Xuantian Sect will not treat unfairly any disciple who reaches the Jieying Hall based on his own strength.

The test of climbing the ladder to heaven has ended and the result has been settled.

Cen Xi, who was born with wind spiritual roots, was accepted as a disciple by Feng Yang, the master of Lingfeng Peak.

Shangguan Yuanhao, who was born with fire spiritual roots, became a disciple of Master Yan Rong, the master of the Sword Casting Peak.

The most eye-catching Yin Nanxiang, who possessed the dual spiritual roots of ice and thunder, reached the top in a manner that shocked the whole audience, and brazenly designated Jiang Ruochen, the master of Zizhu Peak, Su Yunzun, as his master, which shocked everyone.

The other result also caused quite a stir.

When all the disciples who had successfully reached the summit or reached a certain height and were recognized gathered in the square in front of the Jieying Hall, waiting for the final assignment, the outer sect deacon in charge of registering the menial disciples looked at Qiao Wan, a girl with five spiritual roots, who had struggled to move to the finish line and was almost on her last breath. A trace of official pity flashed in his eyes, and he was about to write the word "menial" on the list.

"Wait a minute."

A sound as cold as jade breaking and ice hitting rang out, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

I saw Xue Wushang, the master of Lingxue Peak, dressed in spotless white clothes, coming down from Guanyun Hall at some point and standing in front of the square.

He was as tall and straight as a cedar, with a cold and solitary temperament. When his eyes swept over, it seemed as if even the air was frozen for a moment.

His gaze finally fell on the girl in coarse cloth who was staggering, her face as pale as paper, but still stubbornly straightening her back.

Qiao Wan also saw him. The moment their eyes met, time seemed to be pulled back to that cold winter with raging snow and wind several years ago.

Lanzhou, remembering the depths of Luoshan Mountain.

The strong wind blew up heavy snow, dyeing the sky and the earth a hopeless paleness.

A thin figure was trudging through knee-deep snow. It was the young Qiao Wan.

Her clothes were thin and torn, her face was blue and purple from the cold, her lips were cracked and bleeding, and every step she took exhausted all her strength.

Behind him, several hungry snow wolves, with green murderous light flashing in their eyes, were slowly hunting the weak prey, enjoying the fear of her dying struggle.

Qiao Wan slipped and fell heavily into a snow pit.

The cold snow instantly filled her mouth and nose, and the biting cold almost froze her consciousness.

The demon wolf's excited growl approached, and its fishy hot breath sprayed on the back of the neck.

Despair washed over her like an icy tide.

Just as the wolf's fangs, flashing with cold light, were about to bite through her fragile neck—

A sword light as clear as an icy spring tore through the snow and wind without any warning!

puff!

puff!

puff!

It was so fast that the tracks were indistinct! Several ferocious demon wolves froze instantly, their heads tumbling off, their hot blood splattering onto the white snow, blooming into dazzling red plum blossoms.

The wind and snow seemed to have stopped.

Qiao Wan raised her head with difficulty, and in her blurry vision, she only saw a tall and slender white shadow standing in the wind and snow.

The man was dressed in white, without a speck of dust on his face. His features were unclear in the wind and snow, but he looked as handsome as a god carved out of ice and snow.

In his hand, he held a long sword that was as crystal clear as ice, with the tip of the sword pointing obliquely at the ground. A drop of dark red wolf blood was slowly sliding down the sword's spine and dripping into the snow.

He came walking on the snow, but not a single piece of snow got on him.

That cold and lonely figure was a world apart from the cruel snowfield and his miserable self.

"Why are you here?"

The voice was cold and without a trace of warmth, like a chill wind blowing across an icy ridge.

"Gather...gather herbs...save...my mother..."

Qiao Wan's teeth were chattering as she squeezed out a few words with her last bit of strength.

The man in white was silent for a moment.

The wind and snow automatically avoided him.

He looked at the girl who was dying in the snow, but there was still a faint fire of survival burning in her eyes. Her eyes... were empty and numb, but revealed a tenacity that would never give up even if she died.

After a long time, a weak warm current flowed into Qiao Wan's almost frozen body, protecting her last pulse.

Immediately afterwards, a snow ginseng emitting a faint spiritual light was thrown next to her.

"This thing can cure mortals' colds. Leave this place quickly." The voice was still cold and calm.

When Qiao Wan struggled to raise her head to see the face of her benefactor, the figure in white had disappeared like a phantom in the vast wind and snow, leaving behind only a pile of wolf corpses and the life-saving snow ginseng.

The wind and snow quickly covered all traces again, as if he had never appeared.

But that figure, as cold as the moon and as powerful as a god, and those icy eyes cast in despair, with no mercy but only scrutiny, were deeply imprinted in Qiao Wan's young heart, becoming a ray of light that supported her to survive in this difficult world, and the source of her obsession to step onto the Xuantian Sect's ladder to heaven at all costs.

The memory ends.

At this moment, in the Jieying Hall Square.

Qiao Wan looked at the leader of Lingxue Peak in front of her. His cold, handsome, and dust-free face perfectly matched the white-clothed figure in the wind and snow in her memory!

It's him!It's really him!

The immortal who saved her life in the snowstorm at Yiluo Mountain and gave her the elixir!

Her heart began to beat violently, not because of excitement, but because of an indescribable complex emotion.

Gratitude? Awe?

Or... a trace of humility that she herself has not even noticed, wanting to get closer but not daring to?

Xue Wushang's gaze fell on Qiao Wan, with the same complicated feeling.

Recalling the encounter at Luoshan, it was just a trivial act in his long career of fighting demons and defending the way of righteousness.

He had long seen that this girl was burdened with some kind of strange "fate" and "calamity", which was vaguely intertwined with his fate, and he also sensed the weak but extremely stubborn worldly luck in her.

According to his past practices, in order to sever the karma that might affect his Dao heart, the most direct way is... to make her disappear completely.

In the wind and snow of Yiluo Mountain, his fingers gripping the sword tightened several times, and the cold murderous intent almost solidified into substance.

The falling drops of wolf blood also reflected the struggle that flashed in his eyes.

But in the end, he chose to spare her life and even gave her a glimmer of hope.

Today, while climbing the ladder to heaven, he saw her again.

Seeing her with her useless physique of five spiritual roots, bearing pressure far beyond that of an ordinary person, every step was like walking on the edge of a knife, shaky and on the verge of collapse, but she relied on her inextinguishable tenacity like wild grass, leaving a blood mark with every step, struggling to climb to a height that was recognized by the sect.

That pure, life-burning will is exactly the same as the look in his eyes when he tightly grasped the snow ginseng in the snow.

Killing calamity? Or overcoming calamity?

Cut it off? Or... guide it?

Xue Wushang's upright and upright Taoist heart made a decision at this moment that shocked all his fellow disciples.

He ignored the list in the outer sect steward's hand, and also ignored the puzzled, surprised, and even slightly contemptuous looks around him. His cold voice, with unquestionable majesty, rang out clearly in Qiao Wan's ears and echoed throughout the square:

"Qiao Wan."

"Although his spiritual roots are mixed, his determination is unwavering. His sincerity is evident in every step he takes as he ascends the ladder to heaven."

"I am Xue Wushang, the master of Lingxue Peak. Today I accept you as my last disciple."

"boom--!"

The square exploded instantly!

"A closed disciple?! Master Xuefeng? Accepting a person with five spiritual roots?!"

"Oh my god! Did I hear correctly? Ling Xuefeng! Isn't Master Xuefeng the one who attaches the most importance to rules and has the strictest requirements?"

"What good fortune did Qiao Wan have?"

Countless eyes of disbelief, envy and jealousy instantly focused on Qiao Wan.

Even Yin Nanxiang, who had just been carried away and settled down and had taken some medicine to catch his breath, had a flash of surprise in his cold eyes when he heard the news, which then turned into a hint of understanding and subtle admiration.

She peered through the gaps in the crowd at the girl in coarse cloth standing in front of Xue Wushang, her body trembling slightly from exhaustion and shock.

"Sure enough... looks like weeds."

Yin Nanxiang silently thought, "'Wildfires cannot extinguish fires, but spring breezes bring new life.' So what if Heaven favors her? This ruthless determination to survive in desperate situations is her true asset."

What she admired was the stubbornness of never giving in to fate.

Qiao Wan was completely stunned.

The huge impact made her mind go blank, and she could only stare blankly at the white-clothed figure in front of her that was as cold as a god.

Closed disciple?

Master of Snow Peak?

She...she is not dreaming, right?

The combination of immense joy and incredible fear hit her, making her almost unable to stand.

Xue Wushang said no more, as if he was just announcing an established fact.

He turned his gaze to the Xuanxiao Peak elder who was in charge of the disciple assignments:

"This girl belongs to me, Ling Xuefeng."

His tone was calm, yet it carried a force that brooked no argument. The elder quickly bowed in agreement.

After dealing with Qiao Wan's matter, Xue Wushang's gaze swept across the crowd, vaguely sweeping in the direction of Yin Nanxiang, and finally returned to a silence as cold as ice and snow.

He turned around, his clothes fluttering, unstained by dust, and transformed into a streak of icy light, heading towards Lingxue Peak.

Qiao Wan was left standing there, overwhelmed by the huge surprise and the overwhelming pressure that followed.

Yin Nanxiang appeared aloof but actually happily ate this melon. Looking at Qiao Wan catching up with Xue Wushang's back, she had a hunch that the fate between these two people was more than just master and disciple, but she couldn't put it into words right now.

Never mind, cultivation is still the most important thing. In this world of cultivation, strength is the only capital to gain a foothold.

But she didn't know that the curly white ball in her system space was also paying attention to the situation of her master and her husband.

However, being able to watch the tragic love story of the hero and heroine up close, Chun·Curly White Tuanzi·Juan was still very happy to rush to the scene to watch the first sight of the melon.

But alas, the owner of this world seems to be very unlucky? It might not be able to eat the fresh melon firsthand.

"..."

Chunjuan thought about it and finally decided to go to Tiandao Jiuzhou in this small world for a "friendly exchange", and he would definitely be the first to eat melons!

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A side hall of the Jieying Hall.

Yin Nanxiang changed into a plain white disciple uniform of Xuantian Sect, which was embroidered with the dark purple bamboo pattern of Zizhu Peak, the home of the inner sect disciples. Around his waist was a purple jade acacia bell belonging to Jiang Ruochen, the Suyun Master of Zizhu Peak.

Although his face was still pale, he had recovered a lot of spirit.

She refused help from others and walked to the front of the hall alone.

The leader of Xuanxiao Sect personally handed her the reward for reaching the summit: a purple jade token representing the identity of an inner sect disciple, a storage bracelet (containing spirit stones, elixirs, jade slips of basic exercises, etc.), and a blank jade contract - representing three legal requests that can be made to the sect.

"Junior Brother Nanxiang, Junior Brother Suyun... ahem, Master Jiangfeng..."

Sect leader Xuan Xiao Zhenren looked at the cold and tough girl in front of him and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Thinking of his unreliable sixth apprentice brother, his tone was a little complicated.

"His personality is somewhat... unique. Purple Bamboo Peak is located in the southeast corner of the sect. The environment is quiet and peaceful, but..."

He chose his words carefully.

"You'll know when you get there. If you need anything, you can always come to Xuanxiao Peak to find me."

Yin Nanxiang calmly took the item and saluted:

"Thank you, Sect Master. Disciple understands."

She put her things away and looked towards the southeast.

Purple Bamboo Peak...Master...

At this moment, a lazy voice, as light as a feather, fell into her ears. It was Jiang Ruochen's unique, somewhat detached voice:

"Southeast, the highest mountain covered with purple spiritual bamboo. Come there by yourself."

"Don't die on the road."

The words were concise and to the point, without any warmth or warmth, and even had a hint of disgust.

Immediately, Yin Nanxiang saw a dazzling silver-purple sword light rising from the side of the Guanyun Palace at an astonishing speed. It instantly tore through the sky and rushed towards the mountain in the southeast that was shrouded in purple spiritual mist. It disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

He didn't even bother to send a disciple to lead the way, and just left her there.

Yin Nanxiang looked at the disappearing sword light, and there was no dissatisfaction of being neglected on his cold face.

She just narrowed her eyes slightly, and a very faint, almost challenging light flashed across the depths of her eyes.

well.

Master...see you at Zizhu Peak.

She did not stop and identified the direction. The weak spiritual power left in her body barely operated, supporting her somewhat weak body. She walked step by step, firmly towards the purple peaks.

Her back remains straight, with her unique loneliness and resilience.

A new journey has already begun.

Jiang Ruochen had no idea that what he did to his only beloved disciple on the first day would backfire on him one day, but that is a story for the future.

When Master Xuanxiao saw his Sixth Junior Brother's "excessive request", he originally wanted to scold him and let him take the call himself, but his Sixth Junior Brother's voice transmission made him give up the idea.

He shook his regular royal blue sect leader uniform, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the purple and white figure slowly approaching Zizhu Peak. Although weak, it was tough and full of vitality, making people feel the unyielding and tenacious power of the bright early summer.

His eyes were far away and he sighed softly. Perhaps Junior Brother Jiang had other intentions in doing this, in order to train his only direct disciple?

He should not interfere with this master-disciple relationship.

After thinking it through, Master Xuanxiao returned to his own sect master's peak hall.