A useless person with five spiritual roots? I sacrificed the proud daughter of heaven.

With her spiritual energy surging wildly, Sheng He raised her sword and thrust it towards Chu Heng. Because she couldn't reveal her identity, Sheng He's swordplay was completely haphazard.

At the same time, countless vines sprouted from the tree again, and the vines, like tentacles, kept wrapping around Chu Heng and Zhao Yanran.

While using the Flame Talisman to defend himself, Chu Heng also kept dealing with Sheng He's sword moves, and for a moment he looked rather disheveled.

Sheng He slightly curled her lips and quickened the speed of her sword strikes.

Talismans eventually run out of use, but in this boundless swamp forest, her vines will never be exhausted.

"Ah! Senior brother, save me!"

Zhao Yanran was once again hoisted up by vines, and a palm-sized green vine fell from her arms.

Seeing that Chu Heng's gaze seemed to fall on the green vines on the ground, Zhao Yanran took the opportunity to use the Thousand Faces Technique and immediately swallowed the Charm Pill.

“Senior brother, I know you have been troubled by cultivation. I can’t bear to see you looking so worried every day, so I wanted to take advantage of this secret realm to gather some Green Wood Vine to relieve your worries.”

"But who knew...who knew we'd run into this thief on the way, trying to steal the Green Vine by force! Waaah, Senior Brother, it's all my fault for being useless!"

The effects of the Thousand Faces Technique and the Bewitching Pill reached their peak at this moment. Chu Heng slowed down his movements, looking at his junior sister in front of him, feeling as if his heart was melting.

My junior sister is so beautiful and kind, and she always thinks of me. How can I blame her?

Chu Heng didn't dare to blink, staring intently at Zhao Yanran. He had never thought Zhao Yanran was so beautiful before.

She had an oval face, bright, sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks, and peach-like lips.

Chu Heng's gaze fell on those moist lips, and he felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen.

"Junior sister..."

"Chu Heng's favorability rating is 80, 85, 90, 99, and 100."

"Congratulations, host. The favorability of the male supporting character Chu Heng has reached 100. Congratulations on exceeding the task. You are rewarded with double points, for a total of 2,000 points. Your current total points are 2,000."

She finally won over Chu Heng; she knew men were most susceptible to this.

Before Zhao Yanran could even smile, she was shocked to see the masked man in black plunge a long sword into Chu Heng's chest.

Immediately afterwards, the masked man in black turned his head, his exposed eyes fixed on Zhao Yanran as if she were his prey.

The joy she had just felt was instantly replaced by immense fear. Zhao Yanran cried out in a panic, "She...she killed Chu Heng! System, system, what should I do? I just resurrected, I don't want to die now!"

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her chest. Zhao Yanran looked down in disbelief to find a long sword piercing her chest.

"puff!"

Zhao Yanran suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. As if afraid that she wasn't quite dead, the man in black pulled out his long sword and stabbed her in the body again. It wasn't until she had been stabbed five or six times that the system finally arrived.

"Sorry, host. There was a brief delay due to insufficient energy. We have detected severe sword wounds and poison damage. We are about to begin the transfer process."

Sheng He never expected that Zhao Yanran would still have the mind to flirt with Chu Heng in such a life-or-death situation.

She certainly wouldn't be a fool and just stand by and watch Chu Heng and Zhao Yanran being all lovey-dovey.

On the contrary, while Chu Heng was distracted, the vines had already wrapped around his body.

This time, having learned from the previous experience, Sheng He didn't dare to delay for a moment and immediately used the poisoned longsword in his hand to stab Chu Heng through.

As for Zhao Yanran, Sheng He had witnessed her evil magic and didn't know how many times she would have to be stabbed before she would die completely, so she simply stabbed her as many times as she could.

Warm blood splattered on her face, and Zhao Yanran kept wailing.

Sheng He remained expressionless. She knew this woman wouldn't die so easily. Sheng He drew her sword and plunged it into Zhao Yanran's chest again.

A gentle breeze blew by, and it seemed that some sand got into her eyes. Sheng He subconsciously squinted, and suddenly her hand was empty.

When she opened her eyes again, there was nothing in front of her.

The vines lay scattered on the ground, as if they had been torn apart by a great force.

Zhao Yanran has disappeared.

The longsword in her hand also disappeared.

The entire swamp forest was silent, as if no one had ever been there.

Has someone rescued Zhao Yanran?

Sheng He immediately turned around and looked behind her, and sure enough, Chu Heng was gone too.

The cultivators who can enter the Pure Moon Secret Realm are at most at the Golden Core stage. Sheng He doesn't believe that a Golden Core cultivator could silently rescue two seriously injured people without her noticing.

Sheng He narrowed his eyes, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp.

Since it's not a cultivator, then it can only be... a system!

"Clap!"

The bird's nest, which was originally standing on the tree trunk, was about to collapse because the vines were being pulled. In the end, it fell to the ground.

The only remaining bird egg in the nest was broken into pieces, with its red shell scattered all over the ground.

A small red bird that looked very much like a duck flew out from the treetop. It let out a pitiful "caw" and flapped its wings to fly into the air with its head held high.

Sheng He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a crimson feather slowly drifting down, radiating a golden light under the sunlight.

The three little radishes stared wide-eyed. They looked at each other and saw in each other's eyes that something was terribly wrong. They quickly tugged at Sheng He's hair.

A sharp pain shot through her scalp, but Sheng He seemed oblivious. She stared intently at the crimson-gold tail feathers and couldn't help but reach out to catch them.

The tail feather vanished the instant it touched Sheng He's skin, leaving only a red feather mark on her palm.

Sheng He immediately came to her senses. She suddenly felt hot all over, as if her brain was about to explode, and her whole body was burning with pain.

"Ao Shuang!"

Sheng He shouted and grabbed the Frostbite Sword, rushing into the depths of the forest.

......

"What! How come I only have 600 points left? I just had 2000!"

On the other side of the secret realm, Zhao Yanran pointed angrily at the numbers on the points panel.

The system's voice sounded somewhat impatient: "I lent you the Thousand Faces Technique and the Charm Pill in advance, so naturally I have to deduct the points now. Besides, I still need to help you and Chu Heng escape, and I also need to heal your injuries."

"There are only these left now. Do you still want to save him or not? He'll die if you don't."

Zhao Yanran pursed her lips and asked uncertainly, "Will he really become the sect leader of Qingyun Sect in the future?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Zhao Yanran gritted her teeth and said, "Save him!"

Looking at the huge "zero" on the points panel, Zhao Yanran felt her heart bleed. She never imagined that Chu Heng, the senior disciple of the Qingyun Sect, could not even defeat a small fry in black, causing her to spend all the points she had just earned.