Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

It was an older man in black. Because he had a teenage daughter at home, he felt a little sympathy and asked, "Master, what do you think?"

Xu Qingxiao never meddles in other people's affairs, but since the Fifth Elder had spoken, he had to give him some respect. Just as he was about to nod, he heard the Third Elder disapproving, "Wait! How could a woman be alone in such a desolate place? This person's origins are unknown, and she's most likely a spy sent by the Ghost Realm. Kill her."

After saying this, He Tuoling drew out the sword in his hand and waited for the sect leader's approval.

"Master, that girl has fainted!" Miao Changyu's eyes never left the little clay figurine. Her eyes were large and bright, and even with mud on her eyelashes, they still shone astonishingly bright.

The people of the Corpse Sect fell silent once again.

After a while, Xu Qingxiao ordered someone to carry her in.

What are you lifting? Without a word, Miao Changyu scooped Ruan Chuyin up in his arms. The little clay figurine was as light as a feather, warm all over, and shivering in his arms. He quickly carried her to a man in black with a "Engraved Four" token hanging from his waist. "Fourth Elder, can you please see if this girl has a fever?"

Ge Yinghan took Ruan Chuyin's pulse, and all the young disciples behind him gathered around him. They were like bumpkins who had never seen the world. They kept staring at the little clay figurine, their eyes constantly glancing towards the two towering peaks. The handsome face under his cloak was redder than the golden crow at noon.

"You have a high fever. You're already weak, and you have a cold uterus. Getting caught in the rain has only made your condition worse. It's going to be difficult."

"Can it be saved?" Miao Changyu immediately became anxious when he heard this, fearing that the little clay figure would not be able to hold on and die.

"Changyu, what do you mean?" Third Elder He Tuoling's eyes flashed with displeasure. Why did this kid lose his composure the moment he saw a woman?

Miao Changyu disliked the Third Elder the most. Not only was he ugly, but he was also extremely fierce and would punish them at any time. He turned to look at the Sect Master and said, "Master, if you don't save her, I'm afraid this girl won't survive the night."

Ge Yinghan stared at the first disciple speechlessly and couldn't help rolling his eyes. Just this little flaw, who are you looking down on?

"Third Elder, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Stop killing people at every turn!" The Fifth Elder couldn't stand this old man, who was still so violent despite his age. Their Corpse Sect was one of the most powerful sects in the Western Cang Kingdom. Even if their hands were stained with blood, they still had to maintain their composure. The little girl was burned like this, and he still wanted to kill her. He was so heartless, no wonder his wife ran away with someone else.

"Wang Renmei, there are at least eight thousand souls who died under your sword. Now you tell me that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda? Do you have any shame?" He Tuoling was furious, and a strong murderous aura was released from his body. He looked like he was going to fight him to the death.

"Stop talking and save the people first," Xu Qingxiao said coldly. If the Ghost Realm really wanted to send spies, they wouldn't choose such a weakling.

Ge Yinghan pulled out two small porcelain bottles from his bosom, poured out two pills, and placed them into Ruan Chuyin's mouth, muttering, "Little girl, meeting me is your good fortune. It's impossible to cure your uterine cold, but I can guarantee you a year of safety. I never save anyone in vain. From now on, your life is mine."

Ah, what does the Fourth Elder mean?

Every drop of blood in Miao Changyu and a group of fellow disciples' bodies began to boil.

Are they going to have a junior sister?