The little sister is omnipotent, leading the sect to fly

The Feng family's large formation was destroyed, and the ultra-long-distance teleportation formation could no longer be used.

Although it is safe to go back by flying boat, the speed is too slow.

In the end, it was the Xianjian Sect's old leader who volunteered to give the group a ride.

The wine gourd can change its size at will according to the old master's wishes. Under the old master's control, it quickly turned into a huge monster, even bigger than the one Wen Shuishui rode before.

Several senior brothers carefully carried the stretcher onto the wine gourd and stood in a circle around Yan Ju.

The old sect leader clasped his hands together, and the wine gourd soared into the sky, quickly heading towards the direction of the Cangxue Sect.

The spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage was extremely powerful, vaguely shrouding the wine gourd and protecting the people on it.

Although I was flying on a sword, there was no wind at all and not a single bump could be felt.

It took Yan Ju and his companions more than three hours to travel from Cangxue Sect to Mengli City by flying boat, but now they returned to Cangxue Sect in just half an hour.

After going through a life-and-death situation and returning to the sect again, breathing the cold air from the snowy mountains, the brothers couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.

The old leader of the Xianjian Sect dropped off several people at the foot of the mountain. After all, it was someone else's sect, and it was not a good idea to just fly up on a sword, as that would result in them being attacked by the formation at the mountain gate.

"I won't go up. The little guys in our sect are still waiting for me to take them back. If there is anything you need help with, you can ask Junior Brother Wen to send me a communication talisman."

Wen Shuishui stood up and thanked him sincerely.

After a battle just now, all the sects were busy gathering their own disciples. It was really a great kindness for the Xianjian Sect's old leader to come and see them off.

After that, it’s up to them to take care of themselves, and no one else is obliged to stay here.

The old master made a hand gesture to transform the wine gourd into a size that was just big enough for one person to stand in. He stepped on it, waved his hand, and flew away towards the sky.

The white sleeves fluttered, and in a moment only a shadow remained.

As early as on the road, Wen Shuishui sent a communication talisman to Elder Han, and Elder Han activated the mountain gate formation.

Several people stepped into the teleportation formation at the foot of the mountain. The light of the formation flashed, and they arrived at the sect gate.

Looking at the familiar courtyard sandwiched between the snow-capped mountains and the tattered plaque with the three characters "Cang Xue Zong" inscribed on it, several people were so excited that they almost shed tears.

During this period, I faced irrational monsters every day, and my ears were filled with hysterical roars. I was tired of hunting down and giving them acupuncture every day. Although it was exciting, it was indeed very tiring.

When I returned to this white world that was like a pure land, I suddenly felt that peace was so beautiful.

Elder Han and Elder Qin ran out of the sect impatiently. They were heartbroken to see that these disciples, who looked like decent people when they went out, turned out to be dusty and haggard when they came back.

The Cangxue Sect is no different from other sects. The entire sect only has these few disciples. If other sects lose a few disciples, there are still a large number of disciples to make up for them, but if their sect is gone, then it’s gone forever.

However, no matter how miserable the senior brothers were, at least they were still standing upright.

Elder Han and Elder Qin looked at the one lying sideways, and their hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

Elder Qin had a bad temper. He viciously stuffed a handful of pills into Yan Ju's mouth with one hand, and then he started to curse, "Aren't you powerful? Aren't you a tough guy? Aren't you sharp-tongued? Why are you silent now?"

As he cursed, tears began to flow.

Even though he cursed harshly, that was his unique way of getting along with Yan Ju.

Beating is love and scolding is care. The friendship between the two of them that emerged from their battle of wits and courage in the library, as well as the talent in medicine that Yan Ju showed him later, made him really like this little disciple.

Now the lively and mischievous little disciple was lying lifeless on the ground. He would rather she jumped up and cursed at him again than see her like this.

Elder Han turned his back, quietly wiped away his tears, and then forced a smile, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the headmaster."

Walking along the road from the front yard to the back mountain, the wind in the air gradually became colder.

The hot spring valley was still covered in snow and wind, with only a pool of spring water in the middle slowly emitting hot air, bringing a touch of life to this icy and snowy place.

Jiang Xunying soaked in the spring with her eyes closed. Her eyes were tightly closed, leaving a dark shadow on her almost transparent white face. Her long wet hair floated on the water like seaweed, making her whole face look weird and mysterious.

Hearing someone coming, Jiang Xunying's eyes suddenly opened, and his dark pupils seemed to absorb all the light.

He stood up from the hot spring, his white clothes were soaked and stuck to his body, his thin body was faintly visible underneath.

He walked towards the shore step by step. With every step he took, heat rose from his body. By the time he stood on the shore, his white clothes had completely dried.

The wide sleeves of his robe completely concealed his body underneath, leaving no trace of him.

His long hair was scattered messily behind him, and the corners of his narrow eyes were raised high. He glanced at the disciples and spoke without any emotion from his thin lips.

"I didn't expect you all to come back alive."

Wen Shuishui frowned, thinking that what the master said was a little strange.

Although the master was usually a little indifferent to them, he thought it was because the master had been ill for many years and was in poor health, which resulted in him not being able to devote much energy to paying attention to disciples like them, so he was a little indifferent.

But from what the master said now, he clearly knew what they had encountered, but he didn't care.

When the leaders of other sects sensed the aura of the Nascent Soul Stage, they all rushed to the Feng Family immediately. However, their master turned a blind eye and wondered why they were not dead.

This is a bit too cold.

Does the master really not care about them, his disciples, at all?

Xue Zifang, who was the most straightforward, could no longer control his anger and asked directly: "Since Master knew everything, why didn't he take action? Did he really want to see us disciples die outside?"

Xue Zifang's words were obviously very impolite. If they happened in the sect, he could be charged with disrespecting elders.

However, Jiang Xunying seemed to not care at all, his face as indifferent as snow.

"I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, so what difference does it make if it's earlier or later?"

The fellow disciples stood there in a daze, looking at his expression, they felt a chill all over their bodies and were unable to speak.

Only Ji Liuguang frowned, looking very puzzled.

"Since we will all die sooner or later, why does Master still use the hot springs to heal his wounds every day? Why doesn't he reach the realm of bliss as soon as possible?"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, even the snowflakes stopped flying.

Although Jiang Xunying's expression didn't change much, everyone knew that he was angry.

Jiang Xunying stared at Ji Liuguang, his eyes as deep as ink.

"You are very bold."

He suddenly spoke.