Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Chapter 293 If You're Going to Cultivate, Cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness 20

Wen Shubai's face was deathly pale, and his throat tasted metallic, but the strength in his hands did not tremble in the slightest.

The spiritual power of the Ice Marrow Pill began to spread within Ji Chaoxi's body. She was in excruciating pain and sobbed softly. Wen Shubai gently pressed his forehead against hers and murmured scriptures.

The Tianjue Sect remained quiet at this time, with cranes resting in the pond and faint spiritual energy surrounding the mountains.

The Second Elder lay comfortably in bed, happiest that all his other disciples had gone off to train.

Normally, the disciples of the Tianjue Sect start training very early in the morning, making a lot of noise.

At this moment, Liuli sat at the table by the window with a serious expression. She was about to start writing Ji Chaoxi's biography again.

[Having gained spiritual power, Immortal Master Ji was invincible. She was already the most talented person in the world, and now with spiritual power, all the other disciples combined couldn't defeat her.]

Liu Fuyin, Ji Xianchang's former enemy, now admires Ji Xianchang immensely and frequently comes to him for advice.

After finishing her writing, Liuli glanced at the sky and then huffed and puffed as she went to the back mountain to get her food.

The servant peered out from the back hill: "Liuli, when will the disciples of the Tianjue Sect return?"

Their Drunken Immortal Pavilion makes money off new disciples; those disciples who have cultivated for a long time have already abstained from grains and don't eat at all.

Liuli, holding the food box, frowned: "They should be back soon."

Her young lady went with her senior brother. With such a high level of efficiency, they will definitely be able to complete the task quickly.

The cold wind at the bottom of the abyss was completely blocked, and a faint warmth filled the air.

Ji Chaoxi opened her eyes groggily, feeling an unprecedented lightness throughout her body, even lighter than when she first used the artifact.

The chill in my body had disappeared, and a warm current flowed through my lower abdomen.

She struggled to sit up, clutching her pale white robe that carried a faint, cool fragrance. Not far away, Wen Shubai sat with his eyes closed on a withered stone.

Ji Chaoxi was stunned for a moment. She held her breath and tiptoed over, slowly moving in front of him.

Wen Shubai's face was still very pale, and his eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow.

Ji Chaoxi carefully extended her finger and held it below his nose, trying to check if Wen Shubai was still breathing.

One second, two seconds...

Ji Chaoxi's brows furrowed more and more. Why wasn't Senior Brother breathing?

Just as Ji Chaoxi was about to approach Wen Shubai, Wen Shubai's eyes suddenly opened.

Ji Chaoxi was startled. Before she could pull her hand back, Wen Shubai gently grasped it.

His eyes held a smile, but his voice carried a hint of helplessness: "Junior Sister, I'm not dead yet."

Looking at her flushed face, Wen Shubai gently ruffled her hair, his voice still slightly hoarse: "Is anything bothering you?"

Ji Chaoxi shook her head and hugged Wen Shubai's natal sword beside her.

Wen Shubai's body had not yet recovered, so he continued to meditate. Ji Chaoxi was also a little tired, so she rested her head on his shoulder.

She felt a chill in her body, but it was a very comfortable kind of chill...

She played with her fingers out of boredom, feeling a tingling sensation in her fingertips. She then imitated the hand seals she had seen other disciples perform, pointing casually at something not far away.

She hadn't expected anything to happen, after all, her magical artifacts were gone, but the next second, a blue stream of light suddenly burst from her fingertip, and the ice block opposite her instantly shattered into powder.

Ji Chaoxi was so frightened that she withdrew her hand, staring at the person opposite her in disbelief.

"Senior Brother, I have spiritual power!"

Ji Chaoxi excitedly hugged Wen Shubai's arm and shook it incessantly. She was almost pressed against him, her eyes shining brightly.

"Senior Brother, you're right. I really am a genius. I used to doubt you. Now I can be like the other disciples..."

Wen Shubai's eyes were full of smiles. He held her steadily with his other hand and said softly, "Then Junior Sister can cultivate well from now on."

Ji Chaoxi was overjoyed, but the next second she was caught off guard and met Wen Shubai's gentle eyes.

He looked at her with a smile, even his eyebrows were smiling, and his eyes reflected only her image.

Ji Chaoxi's heart skipped a beat.

She stammered, "Senior...Senior brother, when do we set off?"

She hurriedly let go of his arm and instead hugged her natal sword.

Looking at her flushed face, Wen Shubai felt a pang of tenderness in his heart, even though he didn't know what she was thinking.

"Junior Sister, let me recover some of my strength before we leave together, okay?"

Ji Chaoxi picked at the patterns on her natal sword and nodded sullenly.

Having spiritual power doesn't seem like a good thing; she felt uneasy about it!

The nights in the abyss were colder than the days. The dry wood crackled in the fire, and the firelight danced on the rock walls, casting long shadows of the two men.

Wen Shubai leaned against the rock, one leg slightly bent, his outer robe covering Ji Chaoxi, making her snuggle tightly into his arms.

She seemed to be dreaming about something, and her grip on his clothes tightened. Wen Shubai lowered his head, pressed his cheek against her forehead, and gently stroked her hair with his fingertips.

Her breathing finally calmed down a bit, and her face was flushed from the firelight. Wen Shubai's gaze lingered on her lips for a moment before quickly moving away.

"Senior Brother..."

Wen Shubai paused for a moment, then softened his voice and gently stroked her face: "I'm here."

The wind and snow outside kept falling, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night. The ice under their feet kept cracking. The disciples of the Tianjue Sect had completely fallen into despair.

They lay paralyzed in the snow, the cold poison having completely invaded their meridians, and the breath of each of them carried a heavy smell of blood.

One disciple's fingers had turned completely black. He kept scratching at the ice, and his triangular eyes were beginning to lose consciousness.

Just as they were about to fall into unconsciousness, several blurry figures appeared in the snowstorm, wearing cloaks covered in runes.

"Elder, a few more people have broken in without permission." The voice was somewhat hoarse.

The paralyzed disciples of the Heavenly Annihilation Sect were filled with despair. In this situation, encountering these people, they might really die here.

A tall figure walked over, picked up the triangular-eyed man like a piece of cargo, and threw him directly onto the ice sled.

"Take it with you..."

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Tianjue Sect, who prided themselves on being a prestigious and righteous sect, were thrown onto the seesaw like a piece of rotten meat, squeezed together with the bodies of low-level demonic beasts.

The wind was still blowing, and snow was everywhere, but the people in cloaks remained remarkably calm about the scene.