Through the world of cultivating immortals, I reached the pinnacle of my life by selling miserable

Chapter 8 Purple Vermillion Fruit

Wang Lan knelt on the ground, cold sweat soaking through her clothes.

Her mood fluctuated with the words of the fifth elder and the ancestor.

Until the end, the ancestor said the final punishment, and she almost collapsed on the Dou Ling platform with all her strength.

At this moment, Wang Lan kept regretting her impulsive behavior in her heart, and at the same time, her resentment against Gu Ran deepened.

She even felt that she should get rid of Gu Ran early, so she would not be punished by the ancestors in front of so many disciples today.

Thinking of this, Wang Lan raised her head and gave Gu Ran a vicious look.

There was a fierce and dangerous light in her eyes.

Lian Qi, who had been following Gu Ran all the time, also noticed Wang Lan's actions.

He seemed to have found something interesting, and his cold face finally cracked.

He turned to look at Wang Lan with great interest, and was thinking about something when the five elders next to him suddenly stood up.

She suddenly broke free from Lian Qi's coercion and stood in the middle of the two, directly blocking Lian Qi's inquiring eyes.

She met Lian Qi's eyes without showing any weakness: "Old Ancestor, she is a mutated wind spirit. She can already be a direct disciple in other small sects. You can't just bury a cultivation genius!"

The fifth elder seemed to be bewitched by something today, desperately trying to save Wang Lan.

Although she also likes to sing against the head on weekdays, it is the first time that she has been denying the decision of the ancestor like this.

This fifth elder, why are you so dead-headed today...

Bai Heng, the head of the side, was frightened and worried about Jiang Ran in his heart.

He was afraid that even if Qi was unhappy, he would obliterate the fifth elder without even looking at his own face.

However, at this moment, Bai Heng's worries are a little superfluous.

Even Qi Geng didn't even look at Jiang Ran, his eyes were all on Wang Lan.

I saw him stretch out his hand suddenly, and a spiritual energy shot towards Wang Lan as if he had eyes.

Then a sneer appeared on his face: "Oh, since you are obsessed with her mutant wind spirit root, then I will now abolish her cultivation level together with this mutant wind spirit root..."

"Now she's just a handyman disciple with five elements and miscellaneous roots. Do you still insist on taking her into your sect?"

Lian Qi's move was fast, and when Jiang Ran reacted, Wang Lan had already fallen to the ground with her eyes closed.

It seemed that the abolition of Xiu Shi was too painful, causing her to faint. When she fainted, her whole body was still trembling and twitching slightly.

"If... so good..."

Jiang Ran looked at Lian Qi who had regained his icy face, and finally let go of his persistence and compromised with him.

She has seen many times when Lian Qi suddenly hurts people, but she has never had the same lingering fears as this time.

She stood between Lian Qi and Wang Lan, and at a certain moment felt that death had passed her by.

Perhaps, the ancestor had his own intentions.

Jiang Ran thought so, and gave himself a step down.

The disciples watching under the Douling Stage had never imagined that things would develop like this.

For a while, Doulingtai seemed to be isolated from another world, extremely quiet.

Only Gu Ran occasionally heard a cry or two.

Along with the intermittent cries, mechanical voices sounded from time to time in Gu Ran's mind.

[Drop, mercy value +1, +1, +1...]

[Drop, get the mercy of the ancestors of Thunder Spirit Sect, mercy value +100]

[Drop, the host level is raised to level 2. 】

[Dip, the host level is increased, and the health value is automatically restored by 20%]

……

The mechanical sound kept knocking on Gu Ran's brain, but because she was too injured, she didn't even respond at all.

It was not until her vitality gradually recovered that her fingers moved indistinctly.

And because Wu Beibei had been holding Gu Ran's hand, she immediately noticed Gu Ran's movements.

With a move in her heart, she wiped away tears immediately, turned around and kowtowed to Lian Qi.

"Ancestor, I beg you, save Senior Sister Gu Ran, she can still be saved! Her finger just moved!"

Wu Beibei cried and prayed while kowtowing, which moved many disciples present.

But Lian Qi was cold-hearted and turned a deaf ear to her pleas.

He looked at the sky with a cold face, although he did not refuse, it was better than refusal.

After all, Gu Ran had been Bai Heng's direct disciple for three years. Even though the two of them were no longer master and apprentice, Bai Heng couldn't bear to see Gu Ran like this.

But the ancestors did not speak in the presence of, and no one dared to take the lead.

He looked at Lian Qi, who kept his face cold and silent, and Wu Beibei, who kept kowtowing and begging. He gritted his teeth, and finally said with a heavy heart, "Get up first, I still have one here..."

He wanted to say that there was still a life-saving elixir, so he would save his life first and cultivate slowly.

But at this juncture, Lian Qi retracted his gaze and turned to stare at Bai Heng.

His eyes were icy and biting, and Bai Heng was so frightened that he swallowed all the remaining words.

At that time, I wanted to overcome all the opinions and keep the girl who had not been breathing into the body for the past three years as an inner disciple. Servant disciple.

Seeing the ancestor punishing Wang Lan so much today, I thought the ancestor left the grievances and grievances of the two behind...

I had misunderstood...

Under the gaze of Lian Qi, Bai Heng twitched the corners of his mouth, turned to his side stiffly, stopped talking, and avoided Wu Beibei's searching gaze.

He thought that he should send the ancestor away first, and then go to treat the unfortunate girl.

Otherwise, when the ancestor is angry and throws the girl out of the school, it will really be useless.

Bai Heng's wishful thinking was good. He was thinking about what the mature spiritual plants in the medicine garden could use when he felt an air of cold air.

Lian Qi actually passed him and walked straight to Gu Ran, who was curled up on the ground.

"Injuring the internal organs, you need to take Zizhuguo immediately."

Lian Qi stood in front of Gu Ran, her eyes lowered, and she could see her injury at a glance.

"But the purple vermilion fruit in the medicine garden will take 30 years to mature at the earliest, unless it is ripened with the essence and blood of monks above the Nascent Soul stage..."

Bai Heng replied subconsciously.

He knew that no cultivator in the Nascent Soul period would donate his blood essence for a handyman disciple who didn't even practice qi cultivation, so he simply suggested: "It's better to hang your life with Qingling Pill first..."

"Misty Hidden Peak has it."

Lian Qi's tone was light, with a little less chill.

"How can there be purple vermilion fruit in Wuyinfeng, I went to see Mingming last time..."

When it comes to Lingzhi, Bai Heng immediately became more serious, regardless of whether the person he faced was the ancestor.

But Lian Qi was also very persistent. He turned his head and stared at Bai Heng with deep eyes and said, "I will have it if I say it."

(End of this chapter)