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

"Ugh!"

Zhao Yanran sighed softly and gently touched the wound on her back, immediately gasping in pain.

Wu Yan quickly handed over his medicine again: "Junior sister, you are so badly injured, you should take the medicine first."

"No need, senior brother. Master and the senior brothers and sisters of Sword Peak have already given me many pills. You work hard in your cultivation and often get injured. You should use them. I'm fine."

"I know you're good to me, Senior Brother, but Senior Sister Sheng is now deeply trusted by the Sect Leader, and she's never liked me. This time she managed to frame Senior Sister Qingqing's death on me and Senior Brother Chu, who knows what she'll do next?"

"Senior brother, Yanran is really scared."

Zhao Yanran's face was deathly pale, and a few glistening tears clung to the corners of her eyes, making her look incredibly pitiful.

Wu Yan immediately reached out and wiped away the tears from Yanran's eyes with heartache: "Yanran, don't be afraid. If that Sheng He bullies you again, just tell your senior brother. Your senior brother will protect you even if it costs him his life!"

"really?"

Seeing that Zhao Yanran didn't dodge but instead looked at him pitifully, Wu Yan felt a surge of excitement in his heart and patted his chest to assure him, "Of course, Senior Brother never goes back on his word!"

Zhao Yanran smiled through her tears: "Thank you, senior brother."

"I'm just really afraid that Senior Sister Sheng will slander me like this in front of the sect leader again. Senior Sister Sheng is highly skilled and eloquent, and I am powerless to resist her. I have heard of an organization called the Seven Kill Pavilion before, which is full of experts. If I had someone like that to protect me, I wouldn't have to live in fear every day."

"Unfortunately, I am seriously injured and cannot go out..."

Wu Yan quickly replied, "What's so difficult about that? I'll go to the Seven Kill Pavilion for you right now. Junior Sister, you should stay here and recover from your injuries. Leave Sheng He's matter to me!"

After Wu Yan finished speaking, he put down the medicine bottle in his hand and walked out.

Zhao Yanran smiled as she watched Wu Yan's retreating figure. Finding the Seven Kill Pavilion wouldn't be easy, but she believed Wu Yan was a smart man and would know what to do once they arrived at the Seven Kill Pavilion.

Out of the corner of her eye, Zhao Yanran caught sight of the medicine bottle left behind by Wu Yan. She curled her lip in disgust. Such low-quality pills might have side effects if taken. She casually tossed the bottle aside, preferring to ignore it.

Outside Sword Peak, Wu Yan asked almost every disciple he knew in the Qingyun Sect before finally finding out how to contact the Seven Kill Pavilion. He didn't dare to delay for a moment and immediately ran down the mountain.

At Miaoxianglou, the largest restaurant in Cangshan City, Wu Yan ignored the waiter's greetings and went straight up to the third floor.

The third floor consists of individual private rooms with excellent soundproofing and privacy. The owner of Miaoxianglou has also given each private room a unique name.

Wu Yan searched for the private rooms one by one according to their names, and finally stopped in front of the private room called "Seven Crows".

He knocked gently on the door, two long knocks followed by three short knocks, then paused and knocked again, this time with one long knock followed by one short knock.

Wu Yan held her breath and waited quietly. The next moment, the door suddenly opened.

A man in black grabbed Wu Yan by the collar and yanked him inside.

The room was pitch black, and a faint smell of blood seemed to permeate the air. Wu Yan was a little scared, but the person was still only holding onto his collar, and so was Junior Sister Yanran...

Thinking of Junior Sister Yanran's pitiful appearance, Wu Yan mustered his courage and asked, "Excuse me, is this the Seven Killings Pavilion?"

A flash of light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and it wasn't until he felt a cold touch on his neck that Wu Yan belatedly realized it was a knife, which was now pressed against his neck.

"Who do you want to kill? How many spirit stones are you offering?"

The speaker's voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows being pulled, yet the voice was extremely close, as if it were coming right up to Wu Yan's ear.

Wu Yan trembled, his voice shaking as he replied, "No... I won't kill anyone. I want you to protect my junior sister, she..."

"Ha, not killing anyone?"

Do you know what place this is?

“I know, this is the Seven Kill Pavilion, my junior sister said…”

Wu Yan's words came to an abrupt halt as a sharp pain shot through his neck. He reached out and touched it, finding it warm and sticky.

He still couldn't see anything, but his intuition told him that his hands were covered in blood.

Furthermore, he had no doubt that if he said the wrong thing, the person in front of him would kill him the next moment.

Wu Yan immediately changed his tune, saying, "I've come to find you to kill someone!"

"Her name is Sheng He. She is the personal disciple of Elder Tianyu of the Sword Peak of the Qingyun Sect, and her cultivation level is at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage!"

"Humph!"

A soft laugh came from beside him, and the person took the large knife that was held to Wu Yan's neck. Wu Yan immediately felt the oppressive feeling that had just spread throughout his body disappear.

How many spirit stones can you offer?

Wu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to cover the wound on his neck, and answered without hesitation, "Thirty mid-grade spirit stones."

This was all of Wu Yan's possessions. Wu Yan didn't think the price was low. Outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect could only receive 150 low-grade spirit stones per month. It had taken him several years to save up so many spirit stones, but for his junior sister Yanran, he was willing to go bankrupt.

"not enough."

Wu Yan was shocked: "What? This isn't enough? How much more do you want?"

"Thirty high-grade spirit stones."

The voice was deep and resonant, like a smooth, disgusting snake slithering into Wu Yan's ears.

"I, the Seven Kill Pavilion, will take this job. Sheng He's body will be delivered to you. As for the spirit stones, I will collect them personally after the mission is completed."

"Wait...wait, I don't have that many spirit stones!"

"wait!"

No one answered Wu Yan. Suddenly, the door to the private room opened, and he was kicked out.

Wu Yan scrambled to his feet and frantically pounded on the door, shouting, "Hey! Wait! I won't kill anymore! I won't kill anyone! I don't have that many spirit stones! Hey!"

No matter how hard he pounded on it, the door remained firmly shut and never opened again.

Wu Yan walked down the street, looking lost and dejected.

Where is he supposed to find thirty high-grade spirit stones?

But if he doesn't have enough spirit stones, the Seven Kill Pavilion will definitely kill him!

Thinking about what had just happened in the room, Wu Yan couldn't help but shrink back.

Regardless of the circumstances, he came to the Seven Kill Pavilion for Junior Sister Yanran, and his desire to kill Sheng He was also for Junior Sister Yanran's sake.

Logically and emotionally, shouldn't Junior Sister Yanran pay for these spirit stones?

Moreover, Junior Sister Yanran is a direct disciple and receives subsidies from Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao. She definitely has more spirit stones than him. Perhaps she doesn't even care about these mere thirty high-grade spirit stones?

Wu Yan immediately felt relaxed and jogged back to the Qingyun Sect.

He wanted to tell Junior Sister Yanran this good news: with the Seven Kill Pavilion involved, Sheng He was doomed this time! Junior Sister Yanran would never have to be afraid again!