Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 182 She always asks for 18

Song Xianyin quickly helped Wen Chuyan up; his hands were trembling.

Entering someone else's nightmare is extremely dangerous; if something goes wrong, you might never be able to get out. Most people wouldn't choose to do that.

But Wen Chuyan is a kind-hearted person, so it's not surprising that he did this.

Song Xianyin looked at Mu Silan, who was slowly opening his eyes, and gave a dry laugh: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, you are a divine doctor."

One sentence was enough to wake Mu Silan up.

Mu Silan was panting heavily, as if he had been having a nightmare. He stared silently at the sky, clearly still not having recovered.

When Jiang Wange saw that he was awake, she immediately stood at a distance from him.

Mu Silan covered her eyes with her hands, her voice trembling with tears: "Why did you let me out?"

Why not just let him stay inside for the rest of his life?

He hadn't been this happy in a long time.

No one else knew how to answer him.

Wen Chuyan took a pill and said softly, "Fellow Daoist Mu, if you stay in there any longer, you will die."

Mu Silan said almost defiantly, "So what if I die? Nobody cares about me anyway."

Wen Chuyan and Song Xianyin glanced at Jiang Wange, who was not far away.

Jiang Wange looked at them calmly, her eyes showing no emotion.

"Are you still leaving?"

Mu Silan's heart tightened when he heard Jiang Wange's voice.

Song Xianyin and Wen Chuyan stood in front of Mu Silan, who lay motionless on the ground.

"Fellow Daoist Mu, your life is your own, you'd better get up quickly." Wen Chuyan looked troubled.

What is Fellow Daoist Mu doing? This self-inflicted injury tactic only works on those who care about him. Fellow Daoist Jiang clearly doesn't like him, and this will only annoy Fellow Daoist Jiang more.

“Yeah, you’re such a grown man, don’t lie on the ground like that.” Song Xianyin sighed.

What are you doing?

Mu Silan refused to get up, and in the end, the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven took on the responsibility.

The Soul-Devouring Blood Raven felt the weight on its body with tears in its eyes. It was the most powerful Soul-Devouring Blood Raven, but now it had become a cargo bearer.

It was just a little crow.

The three people and the bird thus walked out of the Valley of the Underworld.

The scenery of the Netherworld Valley was undoubtedly beautiful, but after what had just happened, they dared not linger any longer.

Wen Chuyan was preoccupied the whole way.

Nightmare is for those who sneak into the Netherworld Valley. If someone from the Heavenly Sword Sect leads the way, those plants will not harm people.

But why did this happen today?

Wen Chuyan's ominous premonition grew stronger, and he suddenly felt more uneasy about the sect.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, will we be able to meet again after you return to your sect?" Song Xianyin frowned.

Wen Chuyan's thoughts were interrupted. He looked at Song Xianyin beside him and suddenly froze.

He never imagined they would separate.

Miss Song is an orphan, and Fellow Daoist Jiang and the others will not take her back to the Wuji Sect. Moreover, the Wuji Sect is not suitable for Miss Song.

“Miss Song, I will talk to the sect leader. How about we stay together in the Heavenly Sword Sect then?” Wen Chuyan’s eyes curved into a smile.

Song Xianyin was a little excited: "Really? I was just thinking about where I'm going to go in the future."

Jiang Wange said softly, "If Miss Song doesn't mind, you can come home with me. My house has many rooms, more than enough to support you."

After it was over, she didn't want to go back to the Wuji Sect, that place that disgusted her to the core.

Mu Silan frowned: "Why go to the Heavenly Sword Sect? It's so boring. You have to practice early every day. Can you even get up?"

"If you mention my name, Mu Silan, you'll have people sending you money wherever you go." Mu Silan's voice was somewhat arrogant.

Wen Chuyan's smile never faded: "Miss Song should stay in the Heavenly Sword Sect. It's too dangerous outside. Fellow Daoist Mu's identity is special, and he might even cause trouble for Miss Song."

Jiang Wange glanced at Wen Chuyan and said softly, "Let Miss Song think about it. It's better for Miss Song to decide this herself."

Song Xianyin has begun to think about who she should be with.

She definitely won't be alone; she has to earn money and find a place to live at the same time. What if she gets scammed?

Mu Silan's words were the first to be eliminated. Who knows if what he said is true? What if no one sends her money? Wouldn't she have to start all over again?

She didn't want to start training early either; the name "Heavenly Sword Sect" sounded like it had a lot of rules.

She wanted to go with Fellow Daoist Jiang.

but……

Wen Chuyan stared at her expectantly, making Song Xianyin feel a little embarrassed.

"Miss Song, have you made up your mind?"

Song Xianyin really wanted to say that she had made up her mind, but she couldn't bring herself to say it when she saw Wen Chuyan's eyes.

Wen Chuyan's eyes reddened: "Miss Song, you must tell me once you've thought it through."

"If Miss Song goes to the Heavenly Sword Sect, I will not let her start training early, nor will I allow her to be restricted like an ordinary disciple."

Fortunately, after the trial ends, he can make a request to the sect leader.

The Soul-Devouring Blood Raven perched on Song Xianyin's shoulder, silently pointing its beak toward Jiang Wange.

It wants to live a good life.

Wen Chuyan saw it and silently turned the crow's beak towards him.

They soon arrived at the Heavenly Sword Sect.

As expected of the number one sect in the world, the Heavenly Sword Sect was shrouded in mist, making Song Xianyin feel as if she were on a cloud.

The disciples in the sect were all dressed in white sect robes, and their expressions were extremely serious.

"So boring," Mu Silan complained.

Everything was white; I almost went blind from looking at it.

Seeing this every day, wouldn't you want to bang your head against a wall?

Their Wuji Sect is much more lively; everyone's sect robes are a different color.

Song Xianyin, Jiang Wange, and Mu Silan's attire seemed somewhat out of place here.

“You can also wear clothes of other colors,” Wen Chuyan explained to Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin gave a dry laugh: "I see."

She felt she didn't belong in the Heavenly Sword Sect; it seemed like there were too many rules and regulations.

"Big Brother!"

When the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect saw Wen Chuyan standing at the door, they all swarmed over.

"Eldest brother, you're finally back! Second brother is so annoying, he scolds us every day!"

"That's right, that's right, Senior Brother, you must teach him a good lesson this time."

"Senior brother, no one will teach me how to practice without you here, sob sob sob."

Wen Chuyan was surrounded by the disciples, and he tried his best to comfort them and squeeze out of the crowd.

He finally managed to squeeze out, and he was already panting heavily.

"Junior brothers, these are the friends I made during this trial," Wen Chuyan introduced them with a smile.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect looked at Jiang Wange's sect robes and snorted disdainfully.

Mu Silan's face darkened: "Hmph my ass, this old fogey dares to look down on our Wuji Sect."

The next second, Mu Silan started fighting with the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and several of the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven's feathers were torn off.

Song Xianyin quickly brought up the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven, because sect rivalry is the most terrifying thing.