I traveled through the book and became a junior sister of a sect. The plot is decided by me.

A group of people surrounded Gu Rou and walked in front in a mighty manner. All the disciples of Qingyun Sect looked at Gu Rou with pity, and from time to time turned around and glared fiercely at the "remnant soldiers" of Mingyue Sect.

Are you kidding? This is the disciple that Qingyun Sect holds dearest, the disciple with the best spiritual talent in Qingyun Sect over thousands of years, the future light of Qingyun Sect. How could he be hurt by someone from an outsider sect?

Gu Ning touched his nose helplessly and whispered to Ye Xiaoshu, "Third Senior Sister, the disciples of Qingyun Sect are so xenophobic. Shouldn't the seven major sects be united and face the outside world in a united way?"

Ye Xiaoshu raised one eyebrow as if he had heard some Arabian Nights story, and coaxed Gu Ning like a child, "Be good, I don't believe in words that are used to deceive ghosts. When we get to the sect competition, you will know what it means to be of the same blood, baby."

Gu Ning shrugged and was about to speak when a low voice echoed from behind him, "Junior Sister, be sure to pay attention to those bastards...they, they..."

Before he could finish his words, Ye Shuming's outstretched hand fell down weakly again.

Gu Ning: What a great hatred, what a great resentment, isn't this simply "sitting up in shock from a dying illness"?

terrible!

Talking all the way, the people from Mingyue Sect finally arrived at their inn to rest, one by one.

At this moment, Meng Jiacai woke up and looked at the drastically changed surroundings with a bit of confusion, "This... are we in hell?"

Hearing this, Ye Xiaoshu glared at him, "Come on, Big Brother, we have met a living Bodhisattva who can save people from suffering, and that's how we were able to escape death."

Meng Jia was confused: This weird and strange feeling... something is wrong, very wrong...

He subconsciously looked to his side, only to see Ye Shuming sitting cross-legged on another bed. After meeting his gaze, his lips moved and he silently uttered a few words, "Qingyun Sect".

Okay, it must be Xiao Huanhuan from Qingyun Sect.

Meng Jia closed his eyes, knowing that he must not argue with Ye Xiaoshu at this moment, otherwise his life would be over.

"Open your mouth." Ye Xiaoshu said coldly.

Meng Jia opened his mouth obediently.

"Raise your hands."

Meng Jia raised his hand with difficulty.

"Sit cross-legged."

Meng Jia sat cross-legged with great difficulty, and no matter how hard or tired he was, he dared not utter a word.

After Ye Xiaoshu had finished cleaning up Meng Jia, he snorted softly, "Don't look like you're afraid to breathe. Would I still be angry with that girl?"

Ye Xiaoshu stared at the dancing flame in his hand calmly, "She is a sword cultivator, yet she bosses us around and speaks nonsense in front of our Mingyue Sect, and even dares to ask our outer disciples to run errands for her. Isn't it normal for me to burn down her house?"

Meng Jia lowered his eyes and concentrated on healing himself, without making any comment.

Ye Shuming closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Gu Ning stared at Ye Xiaoshu blankly, and gave her a thumbs up after a while, "Senior sister is so cool!"

Ye Xiaoshu was so angry that he was about to say something when he heard a low cough not far away.

"Junior Sister, Senior Sister He Mei is awake!"

Song Yu, who was not so seriously injured, had already woken up. He sat silently beside her, watching over He Mei and secretly eavesdropping on her gossip.

Suddenly, she noticed that He Mei's eyelashes moved slightly, and she cried out in surprise, followed by a low cough from He Mei.

"How do you feel?" Gu Ning and Ye Xiaoshu hurried over. If before they only had the responsibility of protecting He Mei and Song Yu as fellow disciples, now they have developed a sense of "protection among fellow disciples".

He Mei raised her eyes weakly, exhaled weakly, and smiled lightly, "It's okay, I just feel... I don't have much strength."

She looked around, "Where's my brother?"

Meng Jia and Ye Shuming opened their eyes and nodded slightly at her.

Seeing that everyone was alive and well, she breathed a long sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

Empty... She suddenly recalled that her chest... seemed to have been pierced... So, how did she survive?

She looked up in surprise, and inadvertently saw a hint of heartache and pity in Song Yu's slightly red eyes.

"I..." She paused, then laughed bitterly, "I remember... I should be dead!"

After the words fell, the whole room was silent. After a long while, Ye Xiaoshu stepped forward and patted He Mei on the shoulder. "Relax, the spirit pearl is in your chest, continuously transmitting spiritual power to you. When we return to Mingyue Sect, we will think of a solution together."

Gu Ning stepped forward silently and patted He Mei on the shoulder as well, "I really want to thank you this time."

He Mei shook her head. "If it weren't for my senior brothers and sisters, I would have already become a pile of dirt. How could I still be lying here chatting and laughing with you all?"

Song Yu turned her back and wiped away her tears. "Senior Sister He, you should have a good rest. Once you have recovered a little, we will hurry back to the sect. We will definitely... we will definitely find a way to save you."

But everyone present knew that her heart was broken and her bloodline was destroyed. If Lingzhu had not cleverly used the endless spiritual power to build a new bridge, she would never have woken up.

But... the spirit pearl without any source can't provide spiritual power continuously...

This spiritual pearl can only sustain her life for half a month.

For half a month, they were unable to return to the sect.

The spiritual message has been sent back to Mingyue Sect. I hope Master can arrive as soon as possible.

He Mei lay weakly and quietly on the bed, nodded obediently and closed her eyes.

She was quiet, like an exquisite doll, and had nothing in common with the chattering, flamboyant little girl who was lingering around Meng Jia.

Even her eyes revealed a hint of indifference.

Gu Ning couldn't tell what he felt in his heart...

It turns out that life... is so fragile. A person who was alive and kicking one second may be dead or alive the next.

This is... the cruel world of cultivating immortals!

Gu Ning did not see He Mei's name in the book. She might be the passerby A, passerby B, passerby C who doesn't even deserve a name.

But at this moment, she was really lying on the bed, and she was really using her life to open a way out for everyone in the Mingyue Sect.

In a word, even if ten thousand people are killed, it is so difficult to save one person.

"Buzz buzz buzz..." A spiritual message came, Gu Ning quietly walked out of the room, and burst into tears instantly.

"Matters of life and death are determined by fate, not by man." Song Mingyue wrote this sentence and sighed softly.

How should we save people whose life has been cut off?

Gu Ning wiped away her tears and walked into the room again. He Mei had already sat up quietly. When she saw Gu Ning, she smiled gently.

"Little Senior Sister, don't be sad. I know what the result will be, but I am happy with it."

She lifted the hair beside her ears and continued without waiting for Gu Ning to answer.

"My mother once told me that if there is someone in this world who is willing to fight for you, then... you can also give up your life for them."

"My mother is a prostitute in the mortal world, and I..."