Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 179 She always asks for 15

From the initial decisiveness to the uncertainty when the lightning struck, things started to get a little complicated.

Seeing the hesitant heavenly tribulation descending, the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven quickly carried the two of them to the other side.

The nth Heavenly Tribulation that splits the sky: ?

The lightning did come down, but why did it never strike anyone?

Wen Chuyan's ears have remained red since the beginning.

His nostrils were filled with her fragrance, and Wen Chuyan blushed and took a step back.

"It'll fall down then!" Song Xianyin tugged at the feathers of the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven. The wind was too strong, so she just shouted loudly.

The hair of the two people and the bird was blown all over the place by the wind.

With a serious expression, the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven bounced around a bit, straightening Wen Chuyan's posture.

What a worry for the birds!

Wen Chuyan held Song Xianyin's waist, his heart pounding.

He looked at Song Xianyin's profile; she was extremely excited and kept smiling. Every now and then, she would turn her head to check if he had fallen.

Wen Chuyan blushed as if he had a fever. He sat behind her without saying a word, listening quietly to what she had to say.

Logically, the heavenly tribulation should have struck eighty-one times, but because it was impossible to strike it, it struck dozens more times.

Song Xianyin and Wen Chuyan weren't too tired; the ones who were most exhausted by this tribulation were the tribulation itself and the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven.

In the end, the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven was so exhausted that it collapsed on the ground and had to be carried around.

Mu Silan patted the dust off his clothes. He was finally feeling better. He had been tilting his head back for the past few days and his neck was starting to hurt.

Wen Chuyan felt extremely guilty during the Heavenly Tribulation.

"I'm sorry to have troubled everyone these past few days. I promised to protect you all, but it turned out that you all ended up protecting me." Wen Chuyan lowered his head in disappointment.

Jiang Wange comforted him, "Fellow Daoist Wen, we are friends, what trouble is there?"

Wen Chuyan was caught up in his emotions and couldn't extricate himself: "No, it's all my fault. I delayed everyone's progress."

How could he trouble others? It would be a disgrace to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Jiang Wange choked up, looking at Wen Chuyan's expression, she suddenly felt a little glad that she hadn't gone to the Heavenly Sword Sect before.

The Heavenly Sword Sect already has many rules, but I never expected that its disciples would develop such personalities.

Mu Silan lay in the hammock and said casually, "She went to catch fish. Aren't you going to keep an eye on her?"

Wen Chuyan was stunned for a moment. He looked at the river not far away, where Song Xianyin was already using a stick to stick fish everywhere.

Song Xianyin noticed his gaze and excitedly held up the fish on the tree branch: "Wen Chuyan, come quick!"

Wen Chuyan's face turned red with anxiety. He quickly ran over and said, "Miss Song, this is dangerous! Please come up here!"

Why did Miss Song run into the river so soon after I last saw her?

Miss Song was truly the most energetic person he had ever met.

Jiang Wange smiled as she watched his hurried figure disappear into the distance. Mu Silan raised an eyebrow: "Comforting him is useless; changing the subject is the best course of action."

Upon hearing his voice, Jiang Wange's smile vanished instantly.

What a beautiful scene, it's just a pity that Mu Silan is always so annoying.

Mu Silan's lips twitched as he looked at the expression on her face. He turned over, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

Oh well, she's never liked him anyway.

Wen Chuyan kept trying to pull Song Xianyin out of the river.

“Miss Song, the fish inside can bite. They are all vicious fish.”

Song Xianyin squatted in the water, one hand being pulled by Wen Chuyan, while the other hand was waving wildly in the river.

Wen Chuyan didn't dare to hurt her, so he could only patiently persuade her from the side.

"Miss Song, have you forgotten how miserable you were when you had that cold last time?"

Song Xianyin was getting annoyed by his words, and she said angrily, "Wen Chuyan, you're really annoying."

Wen Chuyan stared at her, his face pale. He stood there blankly in front of her, feeling as if the sky had fallen.

He didn't feel this way during the Heavenly Tribulation, he didn't feel this way when the sect leader suspected him, and he didn't feel this way when others misunderstood him.

But he now feels that his life may be coming to an end.

Song Xianyin played in the water with the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven for a while before noticing Wen Chuyan next to her with red eyes.

Song Xianyin quickly comforted him: "Young Master Wen, I was just joking, don't take it to heart."

She almost forgot that Wen Chuyan was a very fragile person.

The Soul-Devouring Blood Raven was taking a bath in the water. It shook its feathers, and water splashed all over Wen Chuyan's face.

Wen Chuyan's eyes turned even redder.

Song Xianyin picked up the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven and threw it on the shore: "You splashed water on Young Master Wen, you're not allowed to bully him."

Soul-Devouring Blood Raven: ?

And then they made it take the blame again.

Song Xianyin helped Wen Chuyan wipe the water off his face and said angrily, "How could that dead bird do this? It's so annoying. Doesn't it know it hurts me to see it like this?"

Wen Chuyan felt Song Xianyin's hand brush against his face, and his face flushed red. He nodded slightly: "It really is too much."

Looking at his expression, Song Xianyin felt relieved; Wen Chuyan was indeed quite easy to coax.

Wen Chuyan felt hot all over. If Mu Silan hadn't stopped him, he would have almost wiped out all the fish in the river.

It's dark.

The forest was extremely quiet. Wen Chuyan looked at Song Xianyin's face, which was illuminated by the fire, and said softly, "Miss Song, could you please stop calling me Fellow Daoist Wen from now on?"

Song Xianyin's eyes were fixed on the fish in his hand, and she casually replied, "Sure, Fellow Daoist Wen."

Wen Chuyan fell silent, feeling wronged; Miss Song hadn't listened to a word he was saying.

Song Xianyin couldn't help but laugh when she saw his expression. Why did Wen Chuyan always look so aggrieved?

Wen Chuyan's ears turned red from her laughter, and he silently handed the fish to Song Xianyin.

Miss Song is joking with him again...

Mu Silan glanced at them, curled her lip, and thought, "What's so great about them?"

He glanced at Jiang Wange, who was grilling fish with her head down, and then lowered his eyes.

Their next stop is the Valley of the Dead.

Once Wen Chuyan passes the trial in the Netherworld Valley, his mission will be complete.

Everyone was excited on the way, and Wen Chuyan always showed his enthusiasm.

What is this? An old lady is crossing the bridge; let me help her.

What is this? Someone's stealing things. Let's teach them a lesson.

What is this? There's an evil spirit here. Kill it!

Wen Chuyan exuded an aura of righteousness, an aura that suggested he was a good person.

This also means that many people will follow this aura to seek his help.

"Young master, thank you so much this time," the old woman said, wiping away her tears and choking back sobs.

Wen Chuyan comforted her, "It's alright, old lady. Just ask your family to be more careful next time."

The old woman tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "I wonder if you're married, young master?"

Wen Chuyan blushed immediately upon hearing this, and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no."

The old woman clapped her hands and said happily, "What a coincidence, I have a granddaughter..."

Wen Chuyan was so startled that he took a few steps back: "Thank you, old man, but no, no, I was only focused on cultivation and never thought about these things."