Quickly Transmigrate: I am the Heroine in a Bloody and Abusive Story

Ni Fang finally made a choice.

She looked at Sang Yuan, her eyes clear, "I plan to go into the snowy mountains again tomorrow morning, will you come with me?"

Sang Yuan was a little puzzled. "We have to go to the snow mountain again? Didn't my sister say that the temperature in the snow mountain is extremely low and it would consume a lot of spiritual energy to go in once? It would be better to stay here and wait for the formation to change itself."

Ni Fang sighed, "That's true, but we walked around here and couldn't find the center of the formation. If we delay any longer, I'm afraid my spiritual energy will be exhausted, which will only cause more trouble. I can only pin my hopes on the snow mountain. Even if the center of the formation is not there, changing the direction to deduce the formation can provide more changes."

Instead of waiting there, it’s better to give it a try.

Moreover, Ni Fang always felt that there seemed to be a voice in the dark, guiding her to the snowy mountains. She could only attribute this to the connection between the heroine and the way of heaven.

She didn't know how to convince Sang Yuan, but fortunately, Sang Yuan didn't need convincing.

Sang Yuan lowered his eyes and thought deeply for a moment, then looked up at Ni Fang again, "Then listen to sister and go together."

"Don't rush to agree," Ni Fang poked the fire with a stick, "We can only rely on spirit stones to restore our spiritual energy now. From the formation plate, there are many high-level monsters in the snow mountain. I don't have many high-quality spirit stones left, only enough for me. You can follow me if you want, but I can't take care of you. You should think of your next move."

Sang Yuan was amused by Ni Fang's serious expression, "Sister, you are worried about the spirit stone."

After that, Sang Yuan took off a sachet embroidered with a bright red peony pattern hanging from his waist and handed it over, "Here, sister, take a look, how many spirit stones do you need?"

Ni Fang was stunned by Sang Yuan's smooth and flowing behavior. The storage bag of top-grade spirit stones was just casually hung around his waist. What kind of behavior did this rich family have?

Ni Fang, who had always firmly adhered to the Liuyun Sect's hard training and had only a handful of high-quality spirit stones in his storage bag, fell into deep thought.

"What are you thinking about, sister?" Sang Yuan couldn't help but wave his hand in front of Ni Fang.

Ni Fang said with a heavy face, "I wonder if it's too late to join the Jinge Sect now?"

Sang Yuan burst out laughing, "Liuyun Sect is the number one sect in the world of immortal cultivation. I don't know how many cultivators from other sects are jealous of you. Sister, you are really rude. But my master, Elder Tanlang, must be very happy to hear this. It's so impressive to have a sword-cultivating disciple."

It doesn't matter whether you practice sword or not, the spirit stone is the most important thing right now.

Based on the spiritual energy value of a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, a dozen high-quality spirit stones would be enough to replenish it. However, Ni Fang was a cultivator with five spiritual roots and had reshaped his meridians. The spiritual energy that his body could accommodate was five times that of other cultivators.

Ni Fang picked up a thousand high-quality spirit stones from Sang Yuan's storage bag, memorized the number, and returned the storage bag to Sang Yuan. "I'll consider these as borrowed money, and I'll return them to you later."

"If you want to borrow money, you can't calculate it like this," Sang Yuan used his life magic weapon as an abacus, and his fingers quickly moved the abacus beads. "According to the rules of the Jin Ge Sect, acquaintances get three percent interest. Sister, when you go out, just give me an extra three hundred high-grade spirit stones in interest."

Ni Fang's eyes widened completely.

Black-hearted, a definitely black-hearted businessman!

"I'm just kidding you. How dare I charge interest from my sister? Just pay me back the original amount." Sang Yuan put away the golden abacus and said with a smile.

Sang Yuan made some calculations quickly, and then said so many words, which seemed to be just an attempt to bring them closer together and please her.

Ni Fang just thought that he didn't understand the young man's tricks, and took the opportunity to change the topic, "Then I will return it to you when I have enough spirit stones saved up. Just wait, the monks in our Liuyun Sect are all clean-handed."

"Of course it's no problem. What time do we set off tomorrow?" Sang Yuan put the storage bag away and took out a top-grade spirit stone and threw it to the treasure-hunting rat.

The treasure-hunting mouse didn't even sleep. It held the spirit stone and started to chew it with a crunching sound. Its soft and flowing fur swayed up and down with its movements.

"Let's go when the sun rises. I've observed that the temperature on the snowy mountain is higher during the day. I'll fly you to the top on my sword. Once we've deduced the formation, we'll leave as soon as possible."

"Then listen to your sister."

Sang Yuan stretched out his fingers and stroked the soft fur on the treasure-hunting rat's back, looking at ease.

……

The cold wind howled across the snow-capped mountains, bringing a biting chill.

The mountains in the distance are like giant dragons, winding into the distance, as if there is no end in sight.

The light of the top-grade spirit stone disappeared in an instant and turned into two ordinary stones. Ni Fang loosened his hand and casually threw the stones to the ground.

After absorbing the spiritual energy, the spirit stone is no different from an ordinary stone.

The white snow fox's fur wrapped around Ni Fang's slender neck, making her look rounder.

Sang Yuan was also wearing the same thing. Originally, the boy didn't want to wear it because he thought it was too bulky, but as soon as he arrived at the snow mountain, he took it out of his storage bag and put it on without waiting for Ni Fang to say a word of advice.

They both look identically bloated.

The aura of a young master from a wealthy family that Sang Yuan had at the beginning was long gone.

Ni Fang was afraid of embarrassing Sang Yuan, so she held back from laughing out loud.

Looking around, there is a particularly eye-catching mark on the flat snow. The footprints of varying depths are deeply sunken in the snow, messy and crisscrossed. The snow is trampled and messy, and there are deep scratches in some places, which may be caused by weapons. The blood coagulated into dark red spots in the cold temperature, dotted on the white snow.

Even in such a tragic scene, Ni Fang could not feel any fluctuation of spiritual energy.

The only possibility is that this monk has exhausted all his spiritual energy.

He gambled this game with his skills and even his life.

As Ni Fang hurried on his way with his sword, he did not forget to teach his juniors, "Did you see the scene below? It's so tragic. Add up all the injuries, how many days will it take to recover after leaving the Heaven-climbing Tower? Remember what I said, as long as there is green mountains, there will be no shortage of firewood. If you can't win, run away. If you can't escape, break your life card."

Sang Yuan's voice came faintly from behind, "Sister, there seems to be someone lying on the snow, do you want to go down and take a look?"

Ni Fang's eyes lit up, and the two fingers on his chest moved slightly, and the cold sword stopped in the air. In this situation, picking up a loophole did not seem to pose any threat to life.

Sang Yuan pinched his chin with his right hand and looked down hard. "Although he is not dead yet, he will be dead soon. Sister, let's go down and take a look. Maybe we can find some opportunities."

Ni Fang took a look at his remaining system points, 105 points, and there was still room for a gamble, so he immediately decided to take a big chance.

As he dived down, cold wind mixed with snow blew across Ni Fang's face, but the words from his mouth were even colder than the wind, "If the fight starts later, you stand in front of me. Don't worry, I won't run away. I'll be right behind you helping you to clear the way."

When Sang Yuan heard this, he almost jumped off the Han Guang Sword.

Finally, the Cold Light Sword stopped in the low sky ten miles away. The two men jumped down from the Cold Light Sword carefully. Their originally graceful and easy movements now had a bit of vulgarity in them.

To use the modern words from Ni Fang's life, she and Sang Yuan had a strong secret relationship.

I didn't think much of it when I looked at it from the sky, but when I got closer I realized that the white robe this "corpse" was wearing looked like the uniform of a disciple of the Liuyun Sect.

Sang Yuan stood in a safe area and asked quietly, "Sister, this may be someone you know. Should we still take action?"

Ni Fang swallowed and went over the names of all his disciples in his mind. Except for Yan Lan and Lin Yi, they should be able to take action, right?

"It's not convenient for me to do it, so you go ahead. If it works, I'll take eight of you."

Ni Fang pushed Sang Yuan's shoulder.

Sang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and in a trance he was only thinking about which of the two of them was the cultivator from the Jinge Sect.

After spending a few months together, Ni Fang had actually memorized several of his most commonly used moves.

In time, he might even be more evil-hearted than this evil businessman.