"Auntie Yun!" Zhao Kangping shouted loudly, but he himself could hardly move and had no time to rescue.

The blue-haired fairy fell straight down as if filled with lead.

She was getting closer and closer to the ground.

Just when she was less than three feet away from the ground, a graceful figure appeared without warning and caught her body.

The person who appeared was Mu Wanyi who came across the void.

She held her former master's best friend in her arms. Only then did she realize her body temperature had dropped below freezing, and a layer of ice crystals covered Nangong Ruyun's body. Her own hands, holding her, gradually formed white frost.

"How, how could this happen?!" Mu Wanyi had no idea that Nangong Ruyun's cold poison was so serious. Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked her for help.

Fairy Nangong knew her own situation, but for the sake of her good nephew, she agreed regardless of the consequences.

"Senior Nangong, are you okay?" Her body began to stiffen, and Mu Wanyi's eyes trembled. She must have understood the senior's willingness to endure the torture of the cold poison for him.

In fact, Mu Wanyi also noticed the unusual feelings that Fairy Nangong had for her junior brother, which seemed to have gone beyond the scope of an ordinary aunt and nephew.

Back when Lan Ruoyu was still the Palace Master of Yaohua Palace, she often came to visit her junior brother.

Every time I come, I bring a lot of gifts for him, and sometimes I even go out with him.

At that time, every time my junior brother saw her, he would smile happily, and you could tell how happy he was.

Although he came less frequently in recent years, she could still feel the joy from her junior brother.

She could see the gentleness and intelligence that the blue-haired fairy showed when she was in front of him.

But the Fairy Nangong she heard in the world of immortal cultivation was a completely different person.

Before the internal strife broke out in Xianyun Sect, she heard from rumors outside that Fairy Nangong was a cold, unsociable person who was not good at socializing.

After the turmoil in Xianyun Sect, she almost faded out of sight and rarely appeared again.

In the few times she appeared, she gave people an unapproachable and cold feeling.

This is completely different from how she was when she was in front of Zhao Kangping.

This Ice Fairy had been famous for her beauty since her early years, and she had countless admirers. It was said that the line of admirers stretched from the shores of the East China Sea to the gate of the Xianyun Sect.

But she never paid any attention to these people and never gave them a chance to say a word.

Only Zhao Kangping knew that Aunt Yun had some social anxieties and wasn't good with strangers. She was used to staying in her own little circle and was usually a bit of a homebody, having spent most of her life in the Xianyun Sect.

Whoosh! ~

At this time, the sound of a whistling wind came from afar.

"Why, his heavenly tribulation hasn't ended yet?" Mu Wanyi looked in the direction of the sound and saw several high-speed rotating gusts of wind descending from the sky, all heading towards Zhao Kangping.

That was not an ordinary wind, it was also a natural disaster.

Its shape is that of wind, but it has the sharpness of a sword.

Strong winds blew past, and it seemed as if an invisible swordsman was slashing continuously.

Zhao Kangping knew that this was a wind disaster, a relatively rare disaster.

He didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky to have encountered all this.

Wind disasters usually do not last long, but their power is extraordinary.

The strong wind that came down from the sky swept across several mountaintops, and those towering peaks were cut in half in just an instant.

The broken mountain was blown away and then turned into countless gravel and dust in the turbulent wind.

A large amount of flying sand and rocks were splashed out from the place where the mountain was cut off.

The strong wind was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Kangping got goose bumps all over his body.

Zhao Kangping was still injured and he stood up shakily.

Looking up at the strong wind in the sky, there was a small fire phoenix soaring in his eyes.

He has already mastered the fourth level of Pure Yang Art.

It's a good opportunity to try out the power of new skills.

So he raised his right hand, and all the spiritual power in his body gathered together, and a golden-red phoenix pattern appeared on his arm.

A golden flame of extreme yang was shot out from his palm and instantly turned into a fire phoenix.

The phoenix formed of fire was not as large as the one in the previous beast illusion, but it was still of a very impressive size. At a glance, its wingspan should be more than thirty feet.

It looked like a true ancient phoenix, emitting a terrifying aura. Fortunately, this thing was just the Yangyan True Spirit summoned by Zhao.

"Hey!~"

The fire phoenix let out a long, high-pitched cry, and flapped its flaming wings to charge towards the strong wind.

boom! !

The raging fire exploded in the air, bursting into brilliant fireworks.

The heavenly calamity gale exploded in the air, breaking into countless tiny wind blades and falling to the ground.

Despite their large numbers, their power has been greatly weakened.

At this time, there was no longer any threat to Zhao Kangping.

The fire phoenix was covered in wounds, but it could still fly.

It circled in the air a few more times, blocking most of the wind blades for him.

Then, he detonated the fire phoenix. A phoenix cry was heard in the sky, and a big gap was torn in the dense gale.

The remaining scattered wind blades were shattered one by one by the lightning he released.

From then on, he finally passed the tribulation of transformation into a god without any danger.

When he looked around, he saw devastation everywhere.

Everywhere you look is filled with potholes, some are charred holes blasted out by lightning, some are glassy fragments burned out by the splashing fireballs, and some are blown out by strong winds.

At this moment, many tiny golden spots of light floated in the air and flew towards him like fireflies.

Although he didn't know what these were, Zhao Kangping subconsciously didn't resist the golden light. Soon, they sank into his body.

After looking inside his body, he discovered that the piece of Heavenly Dao fragment seemed to have an extra corner than before, and seemed to be more complete.

"Hey, why is my soul this color?"

He remembered that his third-grade soul was light purple, while his senior sister's second-grade soul was dark red.

He had never seen a first-grade soul, but he heard that it was golden.

However, the spirit in his body did not seem to be one of these three colors, nor was it a color lower than the first three.

It was a red-gold color that he had never heard of before. Different from gold, it was a gold with red and a little orange-red gradient in between.

Could it be that he is a spirit between the second and first rank?

Just as he was about to take a closer look, he heard the anxious calls of his beloved disciple Luo Xueqing.

"Master, something happened to Senior Nangong." The beautiful disciple flew over from a distance, breathless.

Zhao Kangping's pupils suddenly dizzied.

Just now he saw Aunt Yun falling from the air. Fortunately, she was caught by his senior sister, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he heard what Luo Xueqing had come to say, he became anxious again.

Without saying a word, he turned into a stream of light and shot towards Aunt Yun.

Chapter 270: Senior sister is jealous, first-grade incarnation?

Nangong Ruyun's cold poison relapsed again, and her consciousness fell into darkness.

Her consciousness continued to sink, sinking into the cold.

A chill came over her and she couldn't help shivering.

When she suddenly opened her eyes, Nangong Ruyun found herself in a simple house.

Taking a closer look at the layout here, Nangong Ruyun was secretly shocked.

What frightened her even more was that her hands and feet were completely out of her control and her body started moving on its own.

This must be a dream.

She seemed to have returned to a winter night more than three hundred years ago.

It turned out that a cold wind blew open the window and she was about to close it.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a baby being born.

She rushed out of the room and went to the delivery room.

But at this time, there were some women who looked like aunts and uncles standing at the door. They were all Yuzhi's relatives, and they blocked the door.

"It's born, it's born." One of the young women said when she heard the baby crying in the room.

An old woman with gray hair asked, "I wonder if it's a boy or a girl?"

Another middle-aged woman said, "I hope it's a boy so I can have more labor for the family."

"Aunt Yuzhi is a fairy from heaven, and the baby she gives birth to will definitely go to that fairy mountain." said the young woman who spoke first.

But the old woman shook her head and said, "What a bullshit fairy mountain! Sister Yuzhi was a kind person who was bullied. They didn't even show any remorse when they drove her away."

The old woman seemed to be feeling resentful and was standing up for the woman who had just given birth in the room.

Nangong Ruyun remembered this old woman, who seemed to be Yuzhi's cousin, but was just a mortal. She was already an old woman, but Yuzhi was a cultivator, still in her prime.

At this moment, the door opened and a short, fat woman with gray hair came out. She was the midwife. Her hands were still stained with blood and she was wiping them with a hot, wet towel.

"Congratulations, everyone! It's a boy." The midwife was sweating profusely. She was an old woman, and should have retired long ago. Since she was the most experienced in the area, she was invited to deliver babies here.

She heard that the woman who gave birth to the baby was a fairy, which is a rare thing, so she took this business.

But the person who called her said that the fairy was of a high generation and quite old.

I originally thought she was a middle-aged woman. But seeing her in person opened my eyes. She was truly a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world. How was she any different from a woman in her twenties?

The women at the door were clamoring to go in and take a look, but were stopped by Nangong Ruyun's loud shouting.

"Everyone, Yuzhi just gave birth, please don't make any noise!"

Then she squeezed through the crowd and walked in.

As she shouted, she also used a bit of her monk's pressure to intimidate the women. They didn't dare to say a word and all of them tactfully made way.

"Sister, do you have the same experience as those common women?" The beautiful woman on the bed was holding a swaddling baby in her arms. The baby cried loudly when he was just born, and the crying gradually stopped after he was held in her arms.

At this moment, the child has gradually fallen asleep.

But the mother still held him lovingly, unwilling to let him go for a moment.

"I'm just afraid that they will disturb my sister's peace." Nangong Ruyun walked to the bed and sat down.

The soft bed was pressed into a plump depression by two peach petals.

Even after seeing her countless times, Jiang Yuzhi still felt that the elder sister was unparalleled in beauty, a truly peerless beauty. She wondered which man would marry her in the future.

"Those I don't mind are all my relatives. Why would I bother with them?"

"My sister is really understanding. I am doing this for no reason."

"It doesn't matter."

"Let's not talk about them. Why didn't Ruoyu come to see you? She only replied on the jade slip, "I know," for such a big thing as a woman giving birth. This is really annoying. The next time I see her, I will definitely talk about her for you."

"Big sister, you absolutely cannot do that. Second sister is cultivating in the Ziyang Holy Land, one of the Four Great Holy Lands. How can she come and go so freely?"

The two chatted casually, and both felt helpless when talking about Lan Ruoyu.

Of course they hope that the three of them can be reunited, but there are not many such opportunities now.

Nangong Ruyun sighed softly, thinking of her sister's experience again. She felt aggrieved and said, "Yuzhi, don't you hate them? They used you so much, then discarded you like a worn-out shoe, and even framed you like this. Haven't you ever thought about seeking justice?"

But Jiang Yuzhi's face remained calm as she said calmly, "That's all in the past. We couldn't defeat them. I used to think I could make a name for myself in the world of immortal cultivation with my passion."

"But after so many years of stumbling and falling, I'm tired of the intrigues within the sect. It would be more comfortable for me to be a free cultivator in the countryside."

Nangong Ruyun wanted to persuade her again: "Yuzhi, why don't you come with me to Xianyun Sect? I will ask my master to accept you. From now on, you will be my junior sister."