After transmigrating into the body of a junior sister of a celestial sect, the cultivation world wen

She waited a moment but did not take any further action.

However, being exposed inside the white wall, Qi Xucheng could crush the arrow at any time.

However, he just looked down and didn't make any further moves.

Ning Yue was a little confused as the sharp arrow of the halberd pressed against Qi Xucheng's cheek.

"Aren't you scared?"

"What are you afraid of?" Qi Xucheng asked Ning Yue.

Ning Yue paused, seemingly surprised that Qi Xucheng was so calm and composed.

"Fine..." She held the arrow nonchalantly, twirling it lightly between her two fingers.

Then it suddenly stopped, staring directly at Qi Xucheng's face.

"Since that's the case, let's have an exchange. Let me scratch you too—"

After saying that, she stabbed down fiercely—

What a joke! You think you can get away with taking my life so easily?!

Qi Xucheng squinted at Ning Yue's descending hand, then suddenly stood up straight—

The arrow, which was originally aimed at the side of his face, suddenly went straight for his chest.

Ning Yue narrowed his eyes, but did not stop, letting the arrow pierce Qi Xucheng's neck.

Qi Xucheng smiled, his shimmering eyes slightly lowered, and suddenly grasped Ning Yue's hand, pulling her down—

The arrow slid from the side of his neck down to his chest.

It was a very long wound; the arrow was incredibly sharp, easily slicing through flesh.

Fresh blood flowed directly from the tear, quickly soaking half of the hem.

Ning Yue watched him go crazy with a blank expression.

Anyway, it was your own idea to draw it!

"Your face is still useful," Qi Xucheng said with a smile, "...How about using this wound?"

Ning Yue immediately shivered.

Huh! What's wrong with you?!

She tried to pull her hand away, but Qi Xucheng held it tightly, even tighter and tighter.

Ning Yue gritted her teeth and glared at him, pinching the back of his hand hard: "What are you doing!?"

Qi Xucheng smiled broadly, completely oblivious to how much pain Ning Yue was inflicting.

Gong Zhi squinted, holding a sickle and poking at Qi Xucheng's head: "Let go, or I'll stab your head open."

Qi Xucheng smiled but didn't say anything, his expression indifferent, as if he didn't care about his dangerous situation at all.

Gong Zhi grew angrier the more he looked at him. He lifted Qi Xucheng's chin with a knife, forcing him to tilt his head back. The sickle pierced the side of his neck, and blood flowed down.

"—I told you to let go!"

Qi Xucheng's grip tightened even more, to the point that Ning Yue felt pain.

She conjured an arrow with her other hand—

He was just about to stab him!

Suddenly! A blinding white light flashed from Ning Yue's wrist, which was being gripped—

Qi Xucheng's hand was flung away—

Ning Yue quickly withdrew his hand, checked his wrist, and stared at Qi Xucheng with a dark and unreadable look in his eyes.

"You do indeed have something on you—" Qi Xucheng said with a strange smile.

Ning Yue composed himself, lowered his eyes, and looked at his wrist.

The passive barrier that Xiaohua set up just now took effect.

In order to train her, Xiaohua does not intend to keep the defensive barrier on for her all the time.

The defensive barrier will only take effect when Ning Yue is truly powerless to resist, or when he is completely unaware of the danger.

Just now, a fatal danger occurred without Ning Yue noticing at all; the defensive barrier activated.

Ning Yue revealed her slender, white wrist.

A blackish-purple poisoned needle was clearly embedded in his wrist—

Gong Zhi's expression changed abruptly, and he immediately stepped forward to snatch Ning Yue's hand.

Ning Yue stumbled as he was pulled, and asked in confusion, "...Senior brother?"

Gong Zhi, however, kept his eyes fixed on the poisoned needle and struck Ning Yue directly on the back with his palm.

Caught off guard, Ning Yue was hit hard on the back and almost vomited in front of everyone.

A continuous stream of ice-type spiritual energy surged into his back.

Ning Yue shivered from the cold and asked in a trembling voice.

"Senior brother, what are you doing...?"

Gong Zhi focused on channeling his spiritual energy and solemnly uttered two words: "Highly poisonous."

After saying that, he probably thought it would slow down the blood flow.

He simply grabbed Ning Yue by the waist and picked him up, then rode his sword toward the Fusang Sect, ignoring even Qi Xucheng in the white jade.

"Hurry back to the sect and find the alchemy elder, there's still hope!"

Ning Yue, still shivering from the cold, pulled the poisoned needle from her wrist.

Gong Zhi's eyes widened: "!!!"

"—Don't pull it out!!!"

Ning Yue shuddered! She swore! This was the first time she had ever heard Gong Zhi's voice so out of control.

"No, no, no... It's nothing, senior brother!" Ning Yue hurriedly tried to prove himself, wanting to show the barrier on his wrist to Gong Zhi.

But Gong Zhi's face looked ashen, and he stopped running, instead sitting down with Ning Yue in his arms.

...He looked like Ning Yue didn't have much time left.

He stared blankly into the void and spoke with difficulty.

"...Junior Sister, is there anything else you want to say or do? Your senior brother will definitely, definitely..."

Ning Yue: "..."

I really have to explain now!

Ning Yue endured the cold and forcibly pried open Gong Zhi's eyes.

"Senior brother, look!" Ning Yue pointed to his wrist, "There's a barrier at the spot where the poison needle was... it didn't prick me!"

Gong Zhi finally recovered and carefully examined Ning Yue's wrist.

There was indeed a thin barrier at the spot where the needle was inserted, which blocked the poison needle.

Gong Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Ning Yue's face was deathly pale from the cold, and she was shivering and shivering.

"Senior brother...I'm so cold..."

Gong Zhi felt a little embarrassed and quickly withdrew his spiritual power, explaining.

"That needle is poisoned; anyone who touches it will die. I'm thinking of using ice magic to slow down the blood flow; maybe there's still hope."

The ice-type spiritual energy in his body was being drawn away.

Ning Yue shuddered violently.

He turned his head to look at Qi Xucheng in the white jade.

Brother! What deep-seated hatred could you possibly have for me? Why are you so determined to kill me?!

Ning Yue, in a fit of desperation, shouted directly at Qi Xucheng inside the white wall—

"It was wrong of me to provoke you when we first met, and it was also wrong of me to block your attack and hurt your feelings! I'm truly, truly sorry!"

She took another deep breath and shouted again—

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you were so fragile inside. It must have been upsetting for a mere Qi Refining cultivator to take a hit from your Golden Core stage!"

"—I was too young and didn't understand social etiquette back then—it turns out that adults' hearts need to be nurtured by children!"

Gong Zhi stood there, stunned.

He was unaware of what had happened between Ning Yue and Qi Xucheng.

No wonder!

No wonder Qi Xucheng and Ning Yue provoked each other for no reason.

It turns out there was a grudge between them long ago!

but……

The junior sister's expression and actions were so sincere—

Is it really an apology?

It's just that they don't understand social etiquette, so it sounds like a provocation.

Gong Zhi stared blankly at Ning Yue in his arms.

Ning Yue's little mouth was smacking, and she hadn't stopped for several minutes.

But her gaze was so sincere that tears of regret could fall in the blink of an eye.

Gong Zhi quickly convinced himself!

That's right! Junior sister is apologizing! Look! How sincere she is! She's almost in tears!

Qi Xucheng's face grew darker and darker as he listened.

The surrounding white walls shattered with a deafening roar! Fragments exploded outwards with tremendous force—

Gong Zhi immediately activated his defensive magic weapon, firmly protecting Ning Yue.

Qi Xucheng walked over slowly, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Gong Zhi is angry!

Junior sister has already apologized! What more do you want?!

"Qi Xucheng!" Gong Zhi held his sickle horizontally in front of his chest and coldly addressed Qi Xucheng.

"—Didn't you see Junior Sister was blaming herself so much she was about to cry! She already apologized to you! And she was so badly injured! What else do you want?!"

Qi Xucheng stopped in his tracks: "..."

Ning Yue's frantic chatter stopped: "..."

The two remained silent for a long while.

Seeing that Qi Xucheng didn't move, Gong Zhi lowered his head to reassure Ning Yue: "Don't worry."

……