The light instantly swallowed everything...
Fang Xuan subconsciously tightened his grip on the object in his hand.
It was soft and warm.
Subsequently, he was pulled into the light.
Since Ning Xian was gripping his hand tightly, she was naturally pulled in along with him...
...
The world spun...
Ning Xian slowly opened her eyes, feeling as if her entire body had been crushed.
It hurt.
The pain in her back was excruciating...
She gritted her teeth, subconsciously trying to circulate her spiritual power... but it was empty.
Her dantian was completely void; not a single trace of spiritual power remained.
What happened...?
She forced herself to sit up, the pain from her back making her gasp.
It was like the pain of an unhealed wound after her spirit bone had been excavated long ago...
Wait... the excavation of her spirit bone?
Ning Xian's pupils shrank as she looked around.
A simple bamboo hut, a dilapidated wooden door, and a few dusty ancient texts piled in the corner...
This was...
Qingyun Sect... her own room.
Had she returned...?
No, the time-based dao weapon had sent her back.
She checked her body.
Weak, powerless, she could barely even stand.
This was a few days after her spirit bone had been excavated.
Back then, she had just woken up and couldn't even get out of bed, left to lie there and wait for death...
Ning Xian bit her lower lip.
Where was her Junior Brother?
She remembered that light and the hand she had grabbed.
...
Just then, a voice came from outside the door.
"Don't worry, Father. Once her blood is exchanged, the spirit bone won't reject me anymore."
It was Shen Qingqing's voice, saccharine and delicate.
"Mhm. We'll have Ning Xian's blood exchanged for yours today," Shen Chen's voice followed.
"Since she is a disciple of my Sword Peak, it's only right that she contributes something to the peak."
"Father is the best~" Shen Qingqing laughed happily.
"Once the blood is exchanged, I'll be able to fully integrate the spirit bone. When that time comes, I'll definitely... take good care of Father."
Listening to these words, Ning Xian's gaze grew colder and colder.
So it was this timeline...
She remembered this cycle.
At that time, she had just lost her bone and was so weak she couldn't even speak. Shen Chen had used his spiritual pressure to knock her unconscious and then forcibly performed the blood exchange.
After that incident, she had lain in bed for another half-month before barely managing to survive...
...
Ning Xian struggled to stand, leaning against the wall as she moved toward the door step by step.
No matter what, she had to leave first.
She didn't know if dying here meant she would truly die; she didn't dare to gamble.
But just as she reached the door, it was pushed open...
Shen Qingqing stood at the doorway. Seeing the pale Ning Xian leaning against the wall, a smile appeared on her face.
"Oh, Senior Sister Ning is awake?" She walked in, looking Ning Xian up and down. "Perfect, saves me the trouble of calling for you."
Shen Chen followed behind her, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at Ning Xian with cold indifference.
"Ning Xian, since you are a disciple of my Sword Peak, it is only right that you contribute to the peak." His voice carried no emotion. "Qingqing's spirit bone rejection is severe. We need your blood to suppress it."
Ning Xian only gritted her teeth against the pain, saying nothing.
Besides, she couldn't speak right now.
There wasn't a drop of spiritual power in her body, and she was weak to the extreme; even standing was a struggle.
Under these circumstances, let alone resisting, if she even tried to use her sword intent, she would likely be shredded by it herself instantly.
Shen Qingqing walked up to her, reaching out to pinch her chin, looking left and right.
"Don't worry, Senior Sister Ning. It's just a bit of blood; you won't die. Besides, you wouldn't want your Junior Sister to just die like this, would you?"
Ning Xian only looked at her with an indifferent, icy gaze, devoid of any emotion.
Shen Qingqing felt a chill down her spine from the look, so she let go and took a step back.
"Father, she's glaring at me."
Shen Chen frowned slightly and stepped forward, his spiritual pressure crashing down!
"Speak."
That spiritual pressure was nothing to a Golden Core peak cultivator, but to the current Ning Xian...
She let out a muffled groan, her vision swimming with black spots.
Her consciousness began to fade...
...
Shen Qingqing couldn't wait any longer.
"Father, let's start the blood exchange quickly. I've waited so long."
She crouched down, reaching out to grab Ning Xian's wrist.
But at that moment, footsteps came from outside the door again.
A disciple appeared at the entrance. Seeing the scene inside the room, he hesitated for a moment but spoke up anyway.
"Reporting to the peak lord, Senior Brother Lu Qingsong sent someone saying he wants to see Senior Sister Ning. He asks for her to go over."
Shen Chen's brow furrowed.
Lu Qingsong? Why did he want to see Ning Xian?
Shen Qingqing's expression also changed.
"Father, we can't let her go. What if she tells everyone..."
Shen Chen interrupted her.
"No need to worry." He looked at Ning Xian with a cold gaze. "She won't dare. Take her there first."
The matter of the blood exchange was not something that could be done openly.
There was no other way for now; she couldn't run away anyway.
...
On Fang Xuan's side, he shook his head.
Before him were the familiar green stone steps, the winding mountain path, and the occasional Qingyun Sect disciple passing by.
So, this was... the foot of Qingyun Sect?
He was stunned for a moment and subconsciously tightened his right hand.
It was empty; Senior Sister's hand was gone.
His brow furrowed as he closed his eyes to sense Senior Sister's mark.
Empty. Nothing.
Senior Sister wasn't here...
He opened his eyes again and looked around.
Hadn't Qingyun Sect been destroyed long ago? Why were there still disciples going up the mountain?
Wait.
That time-based dao weapon... could it be...?
He took a deep breath and walked toward the nearest disciple.
"Excuse me, Junior Brother. Could you tell me what year it is?"
The disciple looked him up and down. Seeing a young man with an unfamiliar face, he didn't think much of it.
"It's Year 17 of the 26th Era of the Southern Wilderness."
Fang Xuan was slightly stunned.
Year 17 of the 26th Era of the Southern Wilderness.
That was the year he had transmigrated, two years ago...
He looked at his hands.
His True Immortal Level 9 cultivation was still there. The laws of lust were still there, the laws of destruction were still there, and the laws of space were also still there.
His cultivation hadn't changed, but time had flowed backward?
No, it wasn't flowing backward; he had been... sent back.
Fang Xuan's gaze sharpened.
Then what about Senior Sister?
He sensed the mark again, but it was still empty.
No mark...
So, the Senior Sister in this timeline was likely not his Senior Sister.
But in the next second, he suddenly remembered something.
Two years ago...
At that time, Senior Sister had just had her spirit bone excavated and was lying in bed waiting for death.
And a Golden Core peak Shen Chen, along with that Foundation Establishment green tea Shen Qingqing, were bullying her...
Even though the Senior Sister in this timeline might not be the one who had experienced so much with him.
She was still Senior Sister; how could he possibly ignore it?
Oh, wait, there was also a Transformation Realm sect leader, Lu Qingsong.
What? You're saying Transformation Realm?
Isn't that just a dog?
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