Chapter 1320

Qi Chun Jing suddenly rubbed his head, a fragmentary memory surged into his mind, he murmured, "Town, school, little girl, Ning Chang'an..."

His body began to tremble, he directly covered his brow.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

At his waist, the long sword Black Pearl began to tremble, a chilling sword intent surged like a long river.

"Who am I?"

Qi Chun Jing tried to grasp the fragments of memory, but they flashed and vanished, scattered and gone.

He was somewhat shocked.

Who would have thought he also had a connection with the little girl?

"General Qi, are you alright?"

Commander Zhang Liao and the others covered their chests and asked.

"I'm fine." Qi Chun Jing immediately gathered his mind, beginning to resist Gu Yue Laozi's causal power.

Next, another image flickered...

That was the lower realm's star sea, the Azure Sword Sect!

A star drifted within the Azure Sword Star Sea, precisely the main star of the Azure Sword Sect.

Yang Xuan wore a green robe, still bearing some bloodstains, a faint sword scar on his face, a spirit sword hung at his waist; his face was still somewhat immature, but his eyes held disdain and pride.

At this moment, his sword intent pierced the heavens, his whole body like a spirit sword thrust into heaven and earth.

Yang Xuan stepped into the void, a divine rainbow beneath his feet flying from outside the stars into the sect.

Soon, it startled many disciples of the Azure Sword Sect.

Their faces filled with endless awe and reverence, they all came forward to greet him.

"Senior Brother Yang Xuan has returned!"

"Senior Brother Yang Xuan, you're back covered in wounds again!"

"Senior Brother Yang Xuan, this time you again overpowered the Giant Blade Gate, winning us a hundred emperor-grade ore veins!"

Many disciples surrounded Yang Xuan, especially some female disciples, their eyes hinting at admiration, their graceful figures swaying, blossoms flourishing, emitting creaking sounds.

Yang Xuan smiled, "I'll return first to report to my master!"

His master was none other than the sect leader of the Azure Sword Sect, Hua Jieyu!

Soon, Yang Xuan entered the hall; Hua Jieyu, in a long dress, her exquisite face smiling, rose from the throne to greet him, "My good disciple, this time the sect again owes you for winning so many emperor-grade ore veins. My vast Azure Sword Sect relies solely on you to carry it forward; they are all a bunch of parasites."

Yang Xuan smiled, "They are all my family; the sect is my home."

Hua Jieyu nodded, "Your cultivation is now sufficient to venture into the Burial God Abyss to try your luck; it is said that many star fields' fortunes are scattered there, with the Strange Clan and humans both stationed there. It is also a training ground for many heaven-chosen ones."

Yang Xuan said, "Master, I have long planned to go to the Burial God Abyss; if I can gather fortune for the sect to aid its rise, that would be best."

Hua Jieyu shook her head, "The notion of fortune is illusory; the talk of fortune in the Burial God Abyss is merely rumor; I do not believe there truly exists any fortune in this world that could let the sect soar. Nevertheless, going for training is also an opportunity."

"Understood! After I see Ling'er and my junior sister, I will set out." Yang Xuan bowed to Hua Jieyu, then went to find his sister Yang Ling'er.

Yang Ling'er wore plain clothes, still suffering from the ice-cold ailment, her whole body shivering, curled up, "Brother, you've returned..."

Yang Xuan held Yang Ling'er in his arms, "Brother will surely find a way to suppress your ice-cold ailment."

Pain caused Yang Ling'er's body to incessantly tremble, she grit her teeth, trying to withstand it.

But it was useless!

Yang Xuan gently stroked Yang Ling'er's head, "Ling'er, if I could bear the pain for you, that would be good."

Yang Ling'er cried, "I don't want it!"

At that moment, a woman's voice sounded from the doorway, "Senior Brother Yang Xuan, I know a method."

"What?" Yang Xuan exclaimed in surprise, "Is it Junior Sister Chu Youwei?"

"It's me." A flourishing young woman walked in, her beautiful eyes flashing with brilliance, she complained, "Senior Brother Yang Xuan, you've returned, yet you didn't come see me first!"

She feigned annoyance, approached and touched Yang Xuan with her jade hand, "My body also suffers from the Gu Clan bloodline's pain; senior brother, are you just going to ignore it?"

Yang Xuan gave a wry smile, "I will. If there exists in this world any heaven-defying treasure that can bear pain for you, I will surely find it."

Chu Youwei said, "Senior brother, no need to search. I encountered a strange person who gave me a Gu worm, named the Eight-Revolution Causality Gu."

Speaking, she produced a red Gu worm.

This Causality Gu resembled a bright red fruit, also like converging flowing blood into a mass, extremely crimson.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Eight-Revolution Causality Gu emitted rhythmic throbs, like an exposed heart, with crimson causality threads swirling upon it, appearing exceedingly eerie.

"Causality Gu?" Yang Xuan received the Gu worm.

"Brother, I don't want you to bear the pain." Yang Ling'er refused.

She would rather suffer herself.

Yang Xuan neither affirmed nor denied, he stroked Yang Ling'er's head.

At night, after Yang Ling'er fell asleep, Yang Xuan went to Chu Youwei's cave dwelling.

"Senior Brother Yang Xuan, I will merge the Causality Gu; I will bear the pain for Ling'er." Chu Youwei said deliberately, then began to refine the Causality Gu.

"No, I'll do it; I've decided." Yang Xuan shook his head, "Give me the refining spirit technique."

Chu Youwei produced a jade slip and handed it to Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan activated the spirit technique, and in an instant refined a portion.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

Within his inner world, two hearts appeared directly; the other was the Causality Gu transformed, constantly flickering with an eerie Divine Light, scarlet and strange.

Yang Xuan sensed the causal connection between himself, Yang Ling'er, and Chu Youwei.

He dragged those causality threads toward himself.

In the next instant, Chu Youwei exclaimed in delight, 'Really, my pain has lessened a bit.'

Yang Xuan smiled, his body involuntarily twitching, 'That's good.'

The next day.

Yang Ling'er rubbed her eyes awake, incredulously touching her own body, the pain from the icy chill syndrome had actually weakened tremendously.

Yang Xuan walked in, 'Ling'er, do you feel better?'

Yang Ling'er nodded obediently, 'Brother, you wouldn't really have refined that Karma Gu, would you?'

Yang Xuan said, 'Not bad. It seems this Karma Gu is indeed useful. Ling'er, I'll stay with you a few more days before heading to the Gods' Burial Abyss.'

Yang Ling'er tightly hugged Yang Xuan, 'Brother, don't go.'

Yang Xuan patted Yang Ling'er's head.

Several days later, Yang Xuan led the disciples of the Azure Sword Sect away.

On the Cloud Boat, he looked down at Yang Ling'er, Chu Youwei, and the others, his resolve firming: 'Let the pain come even more fiercely.'

Continue refining the Karma Gu!

His face turned ferocious, 'For Ling'er and my junior sister, I can give everything!'

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Seeing this scene, a clear tear slid down Yang Ling'er's eye, 'Brother……'

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