Ninth-level fairy

Look at these three sacred objects.

Everyone present was filled with sadness and grief.

It was these things that brought disaster to Lingxiao's sect, and only two out of ten disciples and their relatives were killed.

Xuan Ji said slowly, "This is a disaster, but also an opportunity. I will now choose one person from among you to inherit the power of the immortal spirit and bring glory to our Lingxiao Sword Sect!"

"Master, I'm here!" Several people stood up. Fang Cheng stood at the front with a bright look on his face.

He is the most promising one and the one who was chosen. Among these disciples, no one's sword skills can surpass his. Moreover, his limbs are intact. In the future, he is the one with the most hope of breaking through.

Xuan Ji glanced at him, his eyes gentle and full of approval.

He gently lifted the coffin lid, revealing the body of a baby.

Just as Qingtai was about to escape with a black aura, Xuanji pressed the golden sword in his hand on it and locked it in the coffin again.

Looking at such a familiar scene, Li Qingshuang and Du Fang felt a little sad at the same time.

A few days ago, Master Xuanzhen did the same thing, pressing the green fetus into the coffin.

Xuanji Zhenren pointed at the baby's body and said, "The immortal spirit is born, but it lacks a bit of spiritual intelligence. This child is the best carrier."

"What carrier?" Many disciples looked puzzled and had no idea what the master was talking about.

"The Green Embryo is a very Yin thing, capable of stirring up the power of immortal spirits."

He pointed at the naked baby with a feminine face and said, "Fairies live for three hundred years and die every three hundred years. They are ownerless. If you want to use them for my own purposes, you must inject them with a living soul."

Xuan Ji's eyes were already fixed on Fang Cheng.

Li Qingshuang had guessed something. Living souls, living souls, could it be that they were meant for human souls? With a look of pity, she said, "This... isn't it a bit too cruel..."

Xuan Ji said sternly, "Those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. For the sake of the great cause of revival, this is nothing. What's more, it's just borrowing his soul."

"Our Lingxiao Sword Sect hasn't produced a sword cultivator above the Seventh Realm for nearly a hundred years. Now, we're surrounded by wolves. The Longyuan Sword Sect is about to make a comeback. We're in imminent danger of being destroyed. We have no choice but to take a risk and gamble with this immortal power!"

Li Qingshuang said nothing more. When the head master brought out the sword sect's plan, she could only acquiesce. In the end, she couldn't bear it and turned her head away.

Xuanji Zhenren observed his words and expressions and sighed:

"Shuang'er, when our ancestor passed on his teachings to us and died, he told us before his death that everything was sacrificial. Our Lingxiao Sword Sect has been repeatedly bullied by outsiders because we don't have the support of a Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator. Now, a great opportunity is right before us. How can we let it go just for pity?"

When Fang Cheng heard about the living soul, Uncle Xuanzhen had been doing this, the baby's corpse on the ground, and Li Qingshuang's reluctant look, he seemed to suddenly understand something.

He retreated quietly.

This immortal power is definitely not as simple as pouring it into the head.

This must have been a cruel and bloody thing.

As expected, Xuanji Zhenren whispered, "Although immortal power is terrifying, what's even more terrifying is the evil spirit within that power. Once you possess that immortal power, that evil spirit will follow you for life, and you'll never be able to get rid of it. Therefore, only someone with great will and ability can take on this important task."

When Xuan Ji said the word evil spirit, suddenly, everyone saw the purple-black evil spirit on Bai Zhi's body, climbing up her cheek and invading her mind.

Long Yuan, a powerful man at the top of the seven realms, was tortured by this evil spirit in an instant, becoming neither human nor demon, neither ghost.

The beautiful body turned black and white, terrifying and weird.

Her cries of pain, groans, and long screams are still vivid in my mind.

Everyone shuddered.

Xuan Ji's eyes swept over them one by one, and finally stopped on Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng met his cold gaze and trembled. Suddenly, he vaguely understood something and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle Master..."

Xuan Ji looked at his frightened expression, smiled, and said gently:

"Don't be scared, it only hurts for a moment."

Fang Cheng retreated quickly and shouted, "Master, please hold back, I..."

Xuanji Zhenren's body suddenly shook, and before he could finish, he flashed behind Fang Cheng and was about to chop his neck with a knife.

Li Qingshuang was suddenly surprised and asked, "Uncle Master, what are you doing?"

Xuanji sighed, looked at Fangcheng's frightened face, shook his head and sighed.

"Oh, I'm as timid as a mouse, not suitable for this!" Fang Cheng lowered his head in shame, but also felt a little relieved. He was sweating profusely and felt exhausted as if he had survived a disaster.

Xuanji Zhenren's eyes swept over dozens of disciples one by one:

"Is there anyone willing to step forward and shoulder this burden?"

He looked at all the disciples, hoping someone would answer.

However, if they were asked to sacrifice their lives and fight with real weapons, these disciples would absolutely remain unshakable, but they would never be associated with these strange, terrifying, and soul-involving things.

No one said anything, and almost everyone subconsciously took a step back.

Seeing everyone retreat, Li Qingshuang stood up with his head held high and said, "Disciple is willing!"

Xuan Ji looked at her beautiful face and smiled, "You are a woman, and you cannot merge with this extremely yin thing!"

It was very quiet above Yunhai Square, and you could almost hear the sound of a pin drop.

Suddenly, everyone heard the sound of a sword scraping against the ground and looked in the direction of the sound.

Du Fang, leaning on an iron sword, emerged from behind the crowd.

His face was firm and proud——

"Master, I am disabled, is this okay?"

Xuan Ji's sullen face finally broke into a smile. "Junior Brother Xuan Zhen really wasn't wrong about you! He truly has a keen eye for talent. He once said you were the key to Ling Xiao's rise. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems that destiny is predestined!"

Li Qingshuang immediately shouted:

"No, you can't, absolutely not, I won't allow you to do this..."

Du Fang looked at her face and said sadly, "In my life, my family was destroyed and I am now a cripple. I will never be able to practice swordsmanship again. I have become a complete waste. This Qingtai began in my hands and it should end in my hands! This is the will of heaven, let me bear the consequences!"

"You...you still have me..." After saying this, Li Qingshuang could no longer bear it. She covered her face and squatted down, crying bitterly.

Everyone looked at Li Qingshuang in surprise. He expressed his true feelings in public. Everyone looked at them with surprised expressions.

Du Fang smiled bitterly, dragged his broken body, slowly pulled her up, and said softly in a comforting voice:

"Sister, don't be sad. Even if my physical body is destroyed, I will still be by your side in another form. Don't be sad... This is fate... We ordinary people can't change it!"

"This isn't fate... I will take good care of you... Even if you can't practice swordsmanship, I will support you for the rest of your life!"

Li Qingshuang had tears in her eyes and bit her lips tightly:

"That would be worse than killing me!"

He is a proud and arrogant person. He always does things alone and never bothers others. Now he has become a complete burden. Du Fang's inner pride will not allow him to live like this.

He slowly walked towards Xuanji and said, "Master, let's begin!"

Xuan Ji's face was filled with admiration, as if he knew in his heart that what he was about to do would be a pain that others could not bear. Suddenly, he prostrated himself before Du Fang.

"Du Fang, Xuanji expresses his gratitude to you on behalf of all the ancestors. Please accept my greeting!"

Xuan Ji looked solemn, spread out his Taoist robe, and slowly knelt down.

All the Lingxiao disciples behind him knelt down and looked at the outer disciple who was awe-inspiring and had broken limbs.

There was silent admiration on everyone's face.