Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

"After today, there's no need to take blood."

Yun Zhi put away the jade bottle for collecting blood and looked up at Shen Qiao, who was leaning against the headboard and dying.

Although the bleeding in her chest had stopped, the heart-wrenching pain was still unbearable for her.

The blade rubbed against the wound that had just healed and stabbed into it. The groove for drawing blood would draw out drops of bright red blood. She could clearly feel her blood flowing out of her body, but her spiritual veins were sealed and she didn't even have the strength to lift her arm.

Ever since she was locked up by Yun Zhi five years ago, she has endured this kind of pain countless times.

Seeing how pale she was, Yun Zhi's heart softened. He raised his hand to help her tuck up the loose hair on her temples, but before his fingers could touch her, Shen Qiao gently turned her head away.

He curled up his fingers and paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand awkwardly.

Yun Zhi knew Shen Qiao hated him. No one could accept someone approaching with despicable intentions, just like when he accepted her as his disciple just to take her heart blood to revive his Taoist partner.

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to visit the annual market in the spirit world? When you recover, I'll take you there."

Shen Qiao couldn't hear what he was saying. Her whole body was very cold due to lack of blood. She had to stay awake while her blood was being taken. Yun Zhi fed her medicine so that she wouldn't faint even if she was in excruciating pain.

Instead of going to the market, she just wanted to cover herself with a quilt.

Even with his eyes closed, he couldn't suppress the tearing pain. Shen Qiao thought about his current situation and found it ridiculous.

As expected, when becoming a disciple, you cannot rely on appearance alone, as you may be easily backstabbed.

"Aqiao."

Yun Zhi felt an inexplicable discomfort when she didn't answer. He sighed and said patiently, "I'm sorry for you. When Yan'er is resurrected, I will help you get a better set of spiritual roots, and I will also help you double the lost cultivation."

"Although you can't wield a sword now, you can still choose to learn other skills. As long as you are willing, I can teach you."

She had heard these words countless times since she stopped talking to Yunzhi.

She went through untold hardships to become a disciple and learn Taoism. Because her spiritual roots were not pure, she had to work many times harder than others to achieve her current success.

As the first female cultivator in the fairy world in a hundred years to win the championship in swordsmanship, she did not have those exquisite silk dresses, her skin was not so fair and tender, and even each of her fingers had wounds and calluses left by sword practice.

But all the efforts he made were completely destroyed because he was the reincarnation of Yun Zhidao's fellow Taoist.

Why?

She's a living person! Why should she serve you for eternity? Who the hell do you think you are?!

"Okay." Shen Qiao moved his sore throat and uttered these two words with difficulty, his voice still hoarse.

It's not that she didn't resist when Yun Zhi imprisoned her, but no matter how powerful she was, she couldn't defeat Yun Zhi, who had practiced for a thousand years.

What's more, this high and mighty elder of the Tianxing Sect, her good master with whom she had been living day and night for thirty years, had personally cut off her sword-wielding hand to prevent her from resisting after imprisoning her, so that even if it were reattached now, she would find it difficult to lift heavy objects.

Seeing that she was finally willing to speak, Yun Zhi's originally indifferent expression obviously relaxed, and he didn't even notice the joy that inadvertently revealed in his eyes.

"Aqiao, you finally..."

Yun Zhi helped her a lot. When she was not favored, he made an exception and accepted her as his disciple, taught her swordsmanship and helped her build her foundation. When she was wronged, he would seek justice for her. When she was poisoned and unconscious, he would stay by her side day and night to help her detoxify...

But now, all of this has become the prelude to her complete destruction.

She couldn't forgive Yunzhi.

So I will never give Yunzhi another chance to make amends.

"Tomorrow." She avoided Yun Zhi's gaze and interrupted the second half of Yun Zhi's sentence, her eyes full of numbness.

Yun Zhi finally came to his senses and quickly responded softly, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

He swore that as long as Shen Qiao could forgive him, he would treat her well and never let her suffer any injustice again. It was just a few decades of cultivation with ordinary talent, and he had plenty of ways to make up for it for her.

"This is a pill that restores your Qi and blood. It will help you recover as soon as possible. Take the medicine and have a good rest. I will pick you up later tomorrow."

Shen Qiao didn't say anything else, but just nodded expressionlessly.

Yun Zhi was even more satisfied to see that she was well-behaved. He waited until she finished taking the medicine and helped her lie down before leaving.

The medicine was indeed effective. After Shen Qiao took it, the wound seemed to be less painful.

She raised her hand and touched the scar on her right hand, then closed her eyes tiredly.

"Yunzhi...Tomorrow, we'll completely sever the last ties. I, Shen Qiao, will have nothing to do with you anymore."

The next afternoon, Yunzhi came to the back mountain to pick her up. Because she was too weak to walk long distances, Yunzhi even personally took her there on a flying sword.

Anyone who sees this kind of treatment will be envious.

During the years she was imprisoned, Yun Zhi only announced to the outside world that she was in seclusion because of her spiritual roots, so no one knew what she had been through.

"Cough cough..." As soon as Shen Qiao landed, he covered his lips and couldn't help coughing a few times.

It wasn't because of the cold wind when she was flying the sword just now, but she hadn't been out for a long time and couldn't adapt to the abundant spiritual energy outside.

Yun Zhi frowned slightly when he saw that she was in pain. He was about to take her pulse but Shen Qiao dodged him without saying a word.

"It's so lively." She changed the subject in a hoarse voice.

Although she had practiced in the spiritual world for more than ten years, she had never come here to hang out. Firstly, she had no time, and secondly, all the bounties she earned from missions were used to maintain the magic sword, leaving her with no spare money to spend on other things.

Yun Zhi was silent for a long time before he took his eyes off Shen Qiao. "If you like, you can come often in the future. Don't worry about the cost."

Later...

Shen Qiao pulled away Yun Zhi's arm and slowly walked forward, "No need."

The sunshine is just right, and people who are under the sun feel warm.

Yes, it is rare to have cloudy and thundery weather in the spiritual world. She has just been locked up in the back mountain for too long and has almost forgotten what it feels like to have the sun fall on her body.

She didn't walk fast, so Yun Zhi followed her slowly. Occasionally, when she stopped, he would go up to her and ask a few questions. But Shen Qiao didn't buy anything, she just walked slowly.

Halfway through the stroll, Shen Qiao couldn't walk anymore. Yun Zhi wanted to take her back directly, but Shen Qiao insisted on waiting to watch the fireworks in the evening.

Yun Zhi couldn't persuade her, so he took her to a suitable platform and checked her physical condition.

"Let's go back. You're too weak and need a good rest. It will be the same next time."

She shook her head and looked up at the fireworks not far away that were about to be lit. A smile appeared in her eyes, "I want to... take a look at 'Qingluan'."

The Qingluan Sword was the apprenticeship gift given to her by Yun Zhi when she became his disciple. She has been using it ever since and has taken excellent care of it. Since she could no longer lift it, it has been kept by Yun Zhi.

"You..." Yun Zhi didn't want to agree, but seeing that she insisted, he had to do as she wished and took it out of the ring and gave it to her.

Shen Qiao looked at the sword that had been with him for most of his life and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it.

This scene caused some ripples in Yun Zhi's heart.

He was used to seeing Shen Qiao dancing with a sword, and when he thought that because of him, Shen Qiao could no longer lift a sword...

He finally felt a little regretful.

Seeing the loneliness in Shen Qiao's eyes, Yun Zhi felt even more guilty. He was about to say something when he saw Shen Qiao suddenly pull out the sword from his hand with his left hand without any warning, and slashed his neck with it in front of him.

when--

The Qingluan Sword slipped from his hand, and the sword body forged from thousand-year-old meteorite iron fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. The vibration sound was like a wail.

Shen Qiao looked at Yun Zhi's face and saw a rare look of panic and helplessness, but she could no longer hear or say anything.

Qingluan was gone, and the friendship was over. She, Shen Qiao, repaid Yunzhi's teaching with her life. From then on, they went their separate ways, and there would be no connection between them in the rest of their lives.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiao finally smiled. She looked at the light and shadow reflected in the sky dimming little by little.

“What a pity…”

It’s a pity...she will never be able to see such beautiful fireworks.