How many times does a normal person have to die in the world of cultivation?

Li Xiaoxiao naturally knew what Yan Xuan said, but wealth and honor are achieved through risk, so she decided to run away and felt that she had to take something with her.

Then he thought of Yan Xuan's next destination and asked, "Do you want to follow me or stay here?"

Yan Xuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, thinking to himself, 'Oh no, the master wants him to show his loyalty. If he doesn't answer well, will he be killed on the spot? But the master doesn't seem to be a cruel person. What if her intention is to let him stay here as a spy? Or did she think he was a burden and wanted to throw him away when she escaped, but she didn't say it out of face and waited for him to say it himself?'

In that short moment, Yan Xuan's heart was in a state of confusion.

Seeing that he looked hesitant, Li Xiaoxiao did not urge him. Anyway, he had been branded as a slave and there was no need to worry that he would betray her. If he wanted to stay, he could stay. If he wanted to follow, she could just throw him into the tripod. It was very convenient.

He drank a sip of tea calmly and began to plan his actions for the evening.

With the consent of the old gatekeeper, entering Pavilion A will not attract other people's attention, but will there be any noise after entering?

Li Xiaoxiao was lost in thought. Yan Xuan suddenly knelt down, lowering his head very low. “I want to continue following you. Please grant my wish, my Lord.”

Li Xiaoxiao said "hmm" casually and asked, "Do you know if the few people who got the opportunity have made any movement?"

"Movement?" Yan Xuan looked up blankly, feeling ecstatic in his heart. It seemed that he was right. The master still wanted him to stay by his side.

"It will make a noise and be known to outsiders."

Yan Xuan shook his head: "That's not the case, but they all went in with the consent of the Sect Leader, so the Sect Leader will definitely pay attention to it in advance."

Li Xiaoxiao put down the teacup in her hand. The moment the cup was placed on the table, ripples appeared in the tea. "Then do you know how long it took them to get the opportunity?"

“I know!” Yan Xuan’s eyes lit up for a moment and he said excitedly, “Everyone in Jiazi Pavilion can only stay in there for half an hour at most. If they don’t get the opportunity in half an hour, they will either be wiped out or squeezed out directly. Most of the brothers and sisters who didn’t get the opportunity and were squeezed out are half dead.”

"Why are you half dead?"

“Not only were all the spiritual energy of the people who were squeezed out drained away, but even their spiritual roots disappeared as well.”

"Spiritual roots disappeared?!" Li Xiaoxiao was shocked, and his eyelids expanded unconsciously: "This spiritual root is born naturally, how can something born with us disappear?!"

"Those brothers and sisters who lost their spiritual roots have all become mortals. This is not the worst."

"Oh?" After hearing this, Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help but scratch the edge of the teacup back and forth with her index finger. Because her nails were cut deep, there was no harsh sound.

"The worst thing is..." Yan Xuan couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he said this, and then he lowered his voice and said: "Everyone who had a blood relationship with them died within three days. Someone traced the blood relationship back to nine generations."

“Hiss!”

Li Xiaoxiao stopped picking the rim of the cup with his index finger and could not help but hiss. The nine clans included his great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, grandfather, father, and below himself were his son, grandson, great-grandson, and great-great-grandson.

Li Xiaoxiao backed out immediately. She had quite a few blood relatives here. Her eyes instantly became sharp and she stared at Yan Xuan: "Why didn't you tell me such an important thing before!"

Yan Xuan felt a little aggrieved, "You didn't ask, and besides, I was the one who stopped you from going."

Li Xiaoxiao rubbed his brows, exhaled a long breath, and waved his right hand to collect the tea set: "I will send you to Qiankun Realm, where you will listen to Ling Nanyan."

Yan Xuan's mind instantly recalled the toad face, and his handsome face instantly wrinkled. He opened his mouth to say something else, but he felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, a big mouth appeared in front of him.

The big mouth emitted a sweet voice that was inconsistent with its original body: "Hey, handsome guy, from now on you are under my control."