Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 93 This sword spirit is too greedy 5

Back at Tianzhu Peak, Lan Sheng personally poured tea for Meng Xuan'an, saying, "Try some top-grade Bai Rui Xiang tea."

Upon hearing "superior," Zhao Zhao, who was sitting to the side holding Zhao Xue, brightened up again and said without hesitation, "I want one too."

Lan Sheng lazily raised her hand and casually poured him a glass.

Meng Xuan'an said, "Senior brother, don't give children this kind of stuff to drink."

Hearing this, Lan Sheng slightly raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Zhao, who couldn't wait to taste Bai Rui Xiang, "That's right, I won't let you drink it next time."

Zhao Zhao pretended not to hear, her eyes darting around.

"Alright, tell me your business, Meng Xuan'an." Lan Sheng's eyes drooped, looking tired.

"As you know, the battle between immortals and demons will be held in Danzhou in three years. In recent years, young disciples whose cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage are extremely rare."

"With battle imminent, my disciples' cultivation is insufficient. They will only be crushed by the demons." Meng Xuan'an frowned, worried about his disciples' future.

Lan Sheng lowered her eyes. "What are your plans?"

"What I mean is, send some Golden Core disciples who are stuck at their bottleneck to the soon-to-open Avici Hell..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lan Sheng interrupted him with a sneer, "Infernal Purgatory? Ha, Junior Brother, do you know what you're saying?"

Zhao Zhao slightly raised her eyes to observe Meng Xuan'an.

The Infernal Purgatory is no ordinary treasure-hunting secret realm. It is filled with ferocious beasts and countless unknown dangers. If a cultivator goes in, eight out of ten will not come out.

Lan Sheng narrowed his eyes and teased, "Do you have a grudge against your disciples? Are you sending them to their deaths?"

It's no wonder he spoke so harshly. The Infernal Purgatory is also known as the Death Purgatory, and most sects forbid their disciples from going there for training, let alone sending someone there personally.

Meng Xuan'an knew he would object, so he wasn't too surprised. He explained, "If we don't push them, how can they improve their cultivation?"

“That’s no reason to send them to their deaths,” Lan Sheng said calmly.

"They are all Golden Core cultivators, and this mere Avici Hell is nothing..."

Lan Sheng interrupted again, "A mere Abyss of Purgatory? Even Nascent Soul cultivators have to think twice before acting in Abyss of Purgatory, let alone Golden Core cultivators? What exactly are you thinking, Junior Brother?" He stared intently into those lifeless black eyes and questioned him.

“Senior brother, you’re exaggerating. When have you ever been so cowardly?” Meng Xuan’an sighed.

“Junior brother, Golden Core disciples are the elite of the sect. If something happens to them, what do you think the sect should do?” Lan Sheng said coldly, firmly disagreeing.

Golden Core and Nascent Soul disciples are all elites of the sect; if something happens to them, the sect is finished.

"But the battle between immortals and demons is imminent. What will happen to the immortal realm if it is defeated by the demon realm again?" Before this, they had already lost to the demon realm twice in a row.

With another sigh, Meng Xuanan said wearily, "Don't be so stubborn."

"boom!"

Lan Sheng slammed down her teacup and said coldly, "I think it's you who's stubborn and inflexible."

"Senior brother, a coward will never win."

"The sect leader has already agreed to my proposal. I'm only here today to inform you." Meng Xuan'an stood up, slowly turned around and left.

"stop."

Lan Sheng's face darkened, and his voice was low and menacing. "Are you all out of your minds?"

"What if all my disciples die there!"

Meng Xuan'an turned around and smiled slightly, "Senior brother, I will go with them. I will not let them die."

Although he was blind, as one of the four great immortals of Guiyun Sect, his strength remained formidable.

Lan Sheng crossed his arms and gave a cold laugh, "With your pathetic skills, you should just stay with Guiyun."

“Senior brother…” Meng Xuan’an frowned.

"I'll take your place."

"I'm not dead yet, I don't need you to stand in front of me."

Upon hearing this, Meng Xuan'an paused, instantly freezing in place. Coming to his senses, he forced a smile and said, "Senior brother, you are still recovering from your serious injuries, don't push yourself."

Without waiting for him to say anything, she immediately left.

Watching Meng Xuan'an's departing figure, Lan Sheng said in a deep voice, "Stubborn and unyielding."

Feeling upset, I was about to flip the table when I noticed Zhao Zhao quietly watching me from the side.

"...What are you looking at? Go back to your sword." He was extremely annoyed and wanted to confront anyone who challenged him.

"Lan Sheng, I feel something's strange." Zhao Zhao looked towards the doorway, in the direction of Meng Xuan'an, and asked in confusion.

Lan Sheng wasn't in the mood to coax the child, so she reached out and shoved him back into the Zhaoxue Sword.

This also stopped Zhao Zhao from saying what she was about to say.

As Zhao Zhao was distracted, she gradually forgot what she had suddenly remembered.

The gears of fate began to turn again, and years later, in the dead of night, that morning became an obsession for the three of them.

Meng Xuan'an's schemes were too ruthless.

Lan Sheng hated herself for not being decisive enough.

Zhao Zhao regretted the words she hadn't spoken.

Life is unpredictable, and no one knows what will happen next. Therefore, cherishing the people in front of you is the only true principle.