Chapter 32: with translation of chapter title

Although her cultivation was only at the Initial Foundation Establishment Realm, she relied on her past life's combat experience, not only able to fight above her level, but also able to preserve her life at critical moments.

She will surely seize one of the secret treasure keys.

Even if she cannot, she can make Song Yan and the others yield to her!

Senior Brother, I'll come to help you!

Lu Xiangxiang joined the battle circle.

Her appearance surprised Song Yan and the other two somewhat.

Song Yan spoke up, advising her to go back and stay.

Lu Xiangxiang said with a determined face: 'Eldest Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Sister's strength is even lower than mine; she can come, so why can't I?'

Hearing this, Song Yan choked a little.

They could only let Lu Xiangxiang go.

In less than half an incense stick's time, Lu Xiangxiang suffered severe injuries, her face turning deathly pale.

At that moment, Ying Wuji thrust his sword into the tomb guardian corpse's brain, pulling out the secret treasure key within.

'Cang Li.' Ying Wuji called out.

Cang Li immediately reacted, he swung his long spear, shaking open the tomb guardian corpse, then he moved his body and leapt up, seizing the second secret treasure key in one grasp.

Seeing this scene, Lu Xiangxiang was about to speak, 'Third Senior Brother, I—'

Before she could finish, Cang Li was sucked into the vortex gate of the secret treasure and then vanished without a trace.

Seeing this, Lu Xiangxiang felt as if a large stone blocked her chest, feeling very stifled.

She looked toward Ying Wuji and voiced her request: 'Youngest Senior Brother, I also want a secret treasure key!'

Ying Wuji tilted his head, his beautiful phoenix eyes glancing lightly at her, his tone neither light nor heavy: 'If you want it, take it yourself.'

Lu Xiangxiang's expression stiffened.

'If it were Sixth Senior Sister who wanted it, would you give it to her, Youngest Senior Brother?'

'Give.'

Ying Wuji didn't even hesitate a bit, nor did he offer any perfunctory explanation.

Naked favoritism.

Hearing this, Lu Xiangxiang could hardly control her expression; recalling that she had once been a stand-in for Yuan Yao, she felt especially nauseated! Especially learning that they treated her and Yuan Yao differently only deepened her hatred.

She, Lu Xiangxiang, is Lu Xiangxiang; she has never been anyone's stand-in!

But now, she must disguise herself!

'I know I can't compare to Sixth Senior Sister, but I am also your junior sister…' she said in a wronged tone.

Lu Xiangxiang knew Ying Wuji was cold-hearted and unyielding, so she turned her pleading gaze toward Song Yan.

Song Yan met Lu Xiangxiang's gaze and immediately felt embarrassed.

He, while raising his sword to deal with the tomb guardian corpse, was also thinking about how to respond to Lu Xiangxiang.

He also felt no fondness for this Lu junior sister, because she repeatedly showed hostility toward the youngest junior sister.

Moreover, he could faintly sense that Lu Xiangxiang harbored a hint of malice toward him.

'Eldest Senior Brother…'

Song Yan wanted to speak but held back, wishing Ying Wuji would fulfill her request yet not wanting to put Ying Wuji in a difficult spot.

At this moment his heart felt as if being torn apart by two large hands.

In the end, he helplessly uttered a sentence.

'I myself can't get it either.'

After saying that, his whole person felt somewhat relieved, but inside he still felt a bit uneasy.

He no longer looked at Lu Xiangxiang, raising his sword and focusing wholeheartedly on dealing with the tomb guardian corpse.

Lu Xiangxiang's expression was bewildered; she never expected that the usually soft-hearted Eldest Senior Brother would refuse her in this way.

In her past life, he almost always granted her any request.

Even if he fell into demonic corruption, he had always treated her gently as before, but now—

He no longer responds to her request.

Lu Xiangxiang felt incredulous, yet also a great sense of disparity.

Just as Lu Xiangxiang zoned out, about to be ambushed by the tomb guardian corpse, a sword blade came forth and blocked the attack for her.

Lu Xiangxiang snapped back to awareness and looked at the person who came.

It turned out to be Yan Haonan.

Yan Haonan is tall and sturdy, with a proper and handsome appearance, also counting as a beautiful man.

'Daoist Lu, be careful.' Yan Haonan spoke up to warn.

Hearing that, Lu Xiangxiang gripped the sword in her hand, slightly nodded in response: 'Many thanks, Daoist Yan, for your assistance.'

'Eldest Senior Brother, hurry! I can't hold on much longer!' Weng Mingshu's voice came.

Following the sound, one saw Weng Mingshu unable to beat the tomb guardian corpse, instead being chased by it.

Yan Haonan's eyes changed, and he quickly rushed over.

The fighting sounds grew increasingly fierce.

Only then did Lu Xiangxiang notice that the cultivators hiding in the passageway had all come out; her heart sank, as they clearly had seen the secret treasure key and emerged to vie for it.

And at that moment, Ying Wuji obtained another key.

Without waiting for Song Yan's reaction, Ying Wuji directly shoved it into his hands.

'This…' Song Yan froze, just about to speak.

Before his words could finish, Song Yan had already been teleported away.

Lu Xiangxiang saw this scene, and her anger exploded.

Ying Wuji, you bastard!

Seeing this, the cultivators couldn't help but feel envy, and they couldn't avoid a bit of jealousy.

Of the six great secret treasure keys, three are now gone.

"Youngest Senior Brother!" Lu Xiangxiang shouted, still unwilling to give up; she couldn't believe that he wouldn't give her even one of the remaining three secret treasure keys.

After all, I'm also a member of the Carefree Sect!

The other cultivators are outsiders!

Ying Wuji glanced at her, his tone indifferent: "Don't make a fuss."

Lu Xiangxiang's face turned dark instantly, and she clenched the sword hilt with her five fingers.

Although Ying Wuji from my past life was hateful, he wasn't this hateful upon first meeting!

…

At the same time.

In a lush green courtyard, two white figures suddenly appeared.

The girl fell hard to the ground, her head striking the boy's shin.

The girl's beautiful face was now bloodless, her features slightly scrunched together, and the pain from her broken bones surged again, indescribable.

She couldn't help but cough, and blood spurted out, landing on Xie Yan's white robes like plum blossoms blooming in dots.

Xie Yan's expression instantly turned cold; he wanted to kick out with his leg to shove Yuan Yao away.

But in the next moment, with a clang of sword, a five-colored longsword pressed against his shin!

Xie Yan's brows slightly furrowed as he coldly glanced at Yuan Yao, then withdrew his foot and stepped forward.

Yuan Yao was severely injured and couldn't even notice Xie Yan's presence.

She took out the seventh-grade healing wound pill given by her master and swallowed it in one gulp.

She now felt dizzy and swollen-headed, weak all over, and cold all over.

Pain.

She forced herself to walk to a nearby pavilion, then curled up into a ball, resting her head against the pillar.

She wanted to sleep.

After Xie Yan searched the courtyard once, his gaze unconsciously fell on the girl in the pavilion.

The girl's originally tied high ponytail had come loose, strands falling down, adding a touch of disarray and dishevelment; her complexion was pale, the corners of her lips stained with blood, revealing fragility.

Cold sweat continually beaded on her forehead, and her body trembled slightly.

She had multiple bloodstains on her body.

That ugly sword lay right beside her.

Xie Yan's gaze was dark and inscrutable as he stepped toward the pavilion.

But just as he was about to step into the pavilion, the Phantom Spirit Sword shot forth like a spiritual arrow, bringing a fierce sword wind, as if warning him: Do not approach its master!