Chapter 7: The inheritance of reincarnation, true

But Xingyuan didn't listen to her at all. After a while, he moved to her side and shared the sword energy emitted by the Sword of Samsara behind her with her.

In an instant, the magic apprentice robe on his body was torn beyond recognition, soaked in blood and turned red, and his face was pale. If Xingyuan had not used his hands to support himself, he would have almost fallen on Cai'er.

"it does not matter."

Xingyuan helped Cai'er up so that she could rest her head on his knees. He took out a water bag from the closet that had been torn apart at some point, leaving only the bottom, and poured water for her to moisten her lips.

"Get out now."

Feeling that the vitality in Xingyuan's body was rapidly fading, Cai'er, who should have shed all her tears long ago, actually had tears in her eyes again, and stretched out her hand to push Xingyuan away.

However, just the action of raising her hand consumed all of Cai'er's strength, and she could only place her hand weakly on Xingyuan.

In fact, Xingyuan didn't know what he could do here.

He just realized that if he hadn't come, Cai'er, who had become tied to him and whose feelings for him were no less than those of a family member, would not have been able to pass the test of reincarnation inheritance safely as in the original plot.

She would die, so he came.

Due to excessive blood loss, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his thoughts gradually became blurred. Even when he wanted to reactivate his ability of future vision and gain some inspiration, he couldn't see clearly with his eyes.

"Let's go out together."

Xingyuan stretched out his hands and lifted Cai'er's legs, then moved her towards the door in a kneeling princess-carrying position.

Under the ravages of the Sword of Samsara, the originally smooth ground was filled with gullies and sharp gravel was everywhere, which tore the hem of Xingyuan's robe and pierced into his flesh, leaving two long bloody trails on the ground as he moved forward.

During the whole process, Cai'er kept crying, but Xingyuan, who was already a little conscious, couldn't hear her clearly.

"Great-grandfather, Saint Uncle, please open the door quickly..."

Xingyuan said weakly, "Don't go on, we have failed."

"grandfather."

Sheng Lingxin's eyes turned red, his fists clenched so hard that they creaked, and he was about to stand up and walk to the stone gate.

Then the next moment, a huge force attacked his chest. He felt a black screen in front of his eyes and pain all over his body. When he finally caught his breath, he found himself in front of the headquarters gate.

Sheng Ling took a breath, stepped on the ground, and disappeared on the spot.

……

"Great-grandfather, holy uncle..."

After an unknown amount of time, Xingyuan finally crawled to the stone door and reached out his hand to scratch the crack in the middle of the door. "Open the door quickly..."

"A Yuan."

Cai'er touched his face with her cold hands. She was clearly looking at him with a very gentle expression, but her voice made people feel as if they were falling into an ice cellar.

"No, don't beg them again."

I saw that the aura of death and purification that was constantly churning in Cai'er's body gradually tended to merge, until it became the same aura as the sword of reincarnation placed deep in the cave.

"They are not worthy of being parents—"

Cai'er pulled Xingyuan and looked him in the eye, "From now on, I only have you."

Xingyuan opened his mouth and was about to say something.

But he heard that the attack from behind had stopped long ago. The Sword of Samsara, which was no longer attacking him, suddenly burst out with a powerful buzzing sound, and the gray-white light symbolizing the power of purification instantly illuminated the entire cave.

Finally succeeded.

Xingyuan grinned, then his head tilted and he fainted.

The next moment, the stone door was instantly opened.

Shengyue, with a solemn expression, held onto the door frame, watching the Sword of Samsara, which had been passed down in their Assassin's Temple for nearly three thousand years, transform into a beam of light and penetrate into Cai'er's body. Tears immediately filled his eyes.

Their Assassin's Templar is finally about to rise again.

Of course, Sheng Yue did not forget the hero of this matter. As Cai Er successfully inherited the weapons left by the previous Son of Samsara and passed the test of the Samsara Spirit Furnace, all her injuries were healed, her destroyed Dantian was recondensed, her spiritual power was re-gathered, and her cultivation was even higher than before.

Shengyue looked at Cai'er with great satisfaction, completely ignoring the coldness in her eyes, and stretched out his hand to take away Xingyuan who was in her arms.

"roll!--"

A sword energy that was infinitely sharper than the previous one slashed out from behind Cai'er and headed straight for Shengyue's face.

"boom--"

However, this sword energy, which could easily cut off the hands and feet of Xingyuan or Caier, had no effect on Shengyue and was directly shattered by his palm.

In Shengyue's eyes, Cai'er at this moment was just like the giant dragon he had killed in his youth, which was willing to protect the treasure even at the cost of its life.

"He needs treatment."

Shengyue doesn't care what Cai'er thinks of her, all she wants is to become stronger slowly.

The most urgent task is to save Xingyuan first. He cannot accept that the hero's son died because of him.

"I'm going to take him to the priest's temple for treatment."

Sheng Yue said calmly, "Time waits for no one. You were almost unable to hold on, let alone him."

"He cannot die."

Although Cai'er was angry, she still remained rational. She knew that only the priest of the Priest Temple could save Xingyuan now. She took a half step back and let Shengyue pick up Xingyuan.

"If he dies, I don't plan to live."

Cai'er flipped her hand, and a purple-gold dagger appeared in her hand. She held it against her neck, "I am very important to you now, right?"

Shengyue didn't say anything and disappeared on the spot.

……

"Hmm...where is this?"

Xingyuan, who had been unconscious for an unknown period of time, opened his eyes dazedly and touched his face subconsciously.

The injury is healed.

Fortunately, my face was not disfigured, and the same went for my hands. The skin and flesh that was cut off has grown back.

It really is worthy of being called the Priest's Temple. As long as you still have a breath left, we can pull you back even if you have half a foot in the underworld.

However, it would take a priest of at least level seven to heal his own injuries like this without leaving even a scar.

But there is no way to deal with the physical weakness caused by the deficiency of Qi and blood, and as for the hair, you can only slowly take care of your body and wait for the time to recover.

After confirming that he was fine, Xingyuan noticed Cai'er lying at the end of his bed.

She seemed to have fallen asleep not long ago, because Xingyuan's legs had not yet become numb from being pressed.

Is she always watching over me?
Seeing that Cai'er was sleeping peacefully, Xingyuan did not make any noise to disturb her. He just stared at her sleeping face in a daze.

But the good times didn't last long, and the door was slowly pushed open.

It is the heart of the Holy Spirit.

"Uncle Sheng." Xingyuan called softly.

"Yeah." Sheng Lingxin responded lightly, but he didn't seem to want to talk to him more.

Cai'er was a light sleeper and woke up immediately when she heard the noise.

He completely ignored Sheng Lingxin who was standing beside him, and didn't even look at him. His attention was all on Xing Yuan. He just stared at him with his eyes sharp, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out.

Xingyuan: “?”

(End of this chapter)