After the substitute junior sister was reborn, all nine senior brothers regretted it

Gu Qinglan seemed to be thinking about something, and then casually retracted the Ruoshui sword in his hand that was flashing with cold light.

She seemed to have not heard Wei Yue's question, but her expression was as cold as ice, and she replied calmly: "Are you really willing to sign a slave contract with me?"

Wei Yue's gaze, which had been as silent as dead water, seemed to be ignited with sporadic flames in an instant, and the fire burned more and more vigorously, making him completely enveloped by fiery emotions.

He nodded heavily, and couldn't help but take a step towards her, and said eagerly: "Yes, I am willing. For you, anything is fine."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qinglan curled up a mocking smile, and then put the Ruoshui sword behind his back neatly.

In an instant, powerful divine power surged like surging waves, and the icy air was extremely sharp, like a silver thread pouring down from the sky.

The slave contract floated down from the air almost in an instant.

Wei Yue did not hesitate at all. He shed blood on the spot, made the seal of the Heavenly Oath, and solemnly wrote his name on the slave contract stroke by stroke.

The solemn oath flows silently.

"Wei Yue is willing to be Gu Qinglan's servant for the rest of his life, serving him at his beck and call, and following him through life and death."

The oath of heaven is fulfilled in an instant.

Gu Qinglan put away the contract, slowly opened the door, and said coldly: "I just feel that letting you die so easily is too easy for you. After all, I was skinned and bones dug out in my last life, and that death was not this easy."

Wei Yue then realized that he was wrong. He was silent for a moment, then smiled with relief and said, "It's okay, Junior Sister. I said you can do whatever you want as long as it can make you calm down."

Gu Qinglan looked at him quietly, with no emotion in her eyes. She suddenly opened her red lips and said, "There is one thing you may be able to do. Are you willing?"

"What? Anything you need me for."

"Dedicate yourself."

"Dedicate your home?"

"Correct."

Wei Yue swallowed subconsciously, and couldn't help feeling fear in his heart.

In this world, is there anyone who is not afraid of death? He never believed that there were people who were so fearless.

But this sacrifice is not only extremely painful and difficult, but also after one's soul is destroyed, one will have to hand over the body to someone else. This is indeed a difficult choice.

However, the slave contract forced him to nod, and he said firmly: "I am willing. As long as you are happy, I will do anything."

Gu Qinglan nodded with satisfaction: "Then go back and rest. Take good care of yourself from now on. I don't want the person who possesses you in the future to be dissatisfied with your body."

"I will let you know when the time comes to offer my sacrifice."

With that, the two said goodbye.

The moonlight is like a veil, quietly sprinkling on the leisurely boat deck.

The moon over the river is the same every year. I don’t know when I first saw the moon, and when this moon will shine on the ancients again.

Time flows, and is ruthless.

Ever since Immortal Lord Yanyun personally came to take charge of the critical flying boat, the speed of the flying boat has been greatly improved.

The originally long journey of two and a half years ended in just a few months, and everyone on the flying boat reached the destination.

The power of the demigod realm is truly breathtaking. Everyone praised the Immortal Lord Yanyun for his chivalrous spirit and compassion, as well as his unparalleled skills. He is truly worthy of being on par with Lord Guangfeng, as both of them are gentlemen of the time.

The upper spiritual world was right before their eyes, and everyone could see it from the deck.

The reason why the Upper Spiritual Realm is named "Upper" is because it is a giant floating island, hanging high above the clouds, like a fairy palace in heaven.

Countless towering mountains and gurgling rivers gather the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Just looking at it from a distance, it is as beautiful as a dreamland.

I never thought that the upper spiritual world is so full of spiritual power. Emperor Yan Chi is really abominable.

At the critical moment of the lower realm, this group of ordinary immortal cultivators had never seen such abundant spiritual power. No wonder some people have been practicing in seclusion in the lower spiritual world for decades, but their spiritual power has increased very little.

If the portion of cake is small, no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to fill your stomach.

But if the cake is huge, just a casual bite will satisfy you.

The spiritual power in the upper spiritual world is so abundant that it is far beyond their imagination. No wonder the level at the lower critical point is not worth mentioning at all when placed at the upper critical point.

There are four levels of heaven, earth, black and yellow, and the upper spiritual world can be divided into one hundred levels, which shows how mouth-watering the upper spiritual world is.

The huge silhouette of the spirit world flying boat finally merged with the upper spirit world, and hundreds of disciples were instantly teleported down from the flying boat.

They were full of yearning for the spiritual world, and after bidding farewell to the flying boat, everyone embarked on their own journey of cultivation.

Usually, everyone would look for disciples with whom they had a close relationship in the lower spiritual world. Some fellow disciples already had deep friendships, but they were divided into cabins of different levels on the Critical Flying Boat.

It is difficult for different levels to communicate with each other; only people at the same level can meet.

Now that we have got off the critical flying boat, we can gather together and go to the upper spiritual world for training.

Everyone's heart was filled with excitement. After all, the spiritual power in the upper spiritual world was so abundant. When they returned, their spiritual power would surely reach a higher level.

Gu Qinglan led Wang Shu, Shan Xingzhou, Yan Chitianzong and Shang Xie to accompany the Immortal Lord Yan Yun. After they worked with the elders to arrange the boarding arrangements for everyone on the Linji Flying Boat, they slowly got off the boat.

Shortly after getting off the boat, a rocket-like figure came rushing from afar, chattering non-stop.

"Senior Sister Qinglan! Senior Sister Wang! Long time no see. It's me, it's me! It's been a long time since we last met. I miss you so much!"

The figure rushed forward in the blink of an eye and hugged Gu Qinglan and Uncle Wang tightly.

Gu Qinglan smiled helplessly and let her hug him for a moment before gently patting her shoulder and saying, "Nan Feiyan, long time no see. We were in a different cabin, so you missed a good show."

Nan Feiyan was not polite and patted her on the back a few times, saying excitedly: "Although we were in different cabins, we soon heard about your heroic feat of fighting with the captain, Gu Qinglan."

"In the past, I knew you were admirable, but I never thought you could accomplish such a great thing. I also heard that the Immortal Lord Yanyun from Mount Emei is here too. I guess this is the Immortal Lord Yanyun. I am Nan Feiyan, and I am here to meet the Immortal Lord Yanyun."

Immortal Lord Yanyun nodded slightly. There were many lively little girls like this in Mount Emei, and he was already accustomed to them, but it was rare to see one so full of energy.

Nan Feiyan still had her hair tied in a high ponytail, the red ribbon fluttering in the wind, her short robe tied neatly, she looked like a real female knight, her whole body exuding vigor and vitality, which was quite interesting.

Not long after, her senior brother behind her slowly came over.

I saw that the senior brother was wearing a blue and white Taoist robe. He was tall and slender, like a towering mountain, standing tall and upright.

He exuded a dignified and upright aura as he walked gracefully from the crowd, like a bright pearl dropped among the vast sand, so eye-catching and dazzling.

His upright and handsome face, just like peach blossoms blooming in spring, attracted everyone's attention almost instantly.

But that senior brother seemed to have spent a long time looking for his junior sister. At this moment, he looked sullen, his handsome eyebrows slightly frowned, and there seemed to be a dark tide surging in his deep eyes.

However, when he walked in front of everyone, he still maintained his courtesy. He nodded slightly, and his every move showed his elegance.

He first bowed deeply to Immortal Lord Yanyun, and said respectfully: "Junior Zhao Huaicang of Xuanwu Sect pays homage to Immortal Lord Yanyun. This is my junior sister Nan Feiyan. She is lively by nature and does not know etiquette. I hope you will not blame me."

Immortal Lord Yanyun laughed heartily and thought to himself: Does every steady senior brother have to discipline a lively and active junior sister?

She seemed to recall the past and waved her hand, saying, "It's okay. Being lively is the nature of young people."

Zhao Huaicang then greeted everyone around him one by one.

He first saluted Senior Brother Shang Xie and Yan Chi Tianzong. These two were seniors from the Upper Spirit Realm whom he had known in the cabin, so he was the first to greet them.

Then it was Gu Qinglan's turn.

He had not seen Gu Qinglan for a long time, and he heard in the cabin that many accidents had happened in the cabin where Gu Qinglan was. He was worried, but helpless. He could only wait in vain, feeling extremely anxious.

Later, I heard that she dared to gamble with the captain, and with the help of Immortal Lord Yanyun, she found out her own life experience.

Zhao Huaicang felt fortunate, but also thought that this was within her ability. She had always been like a miracle.

But when he actually saw Gu Qinglan, he couldn't be as casual as Nan Feiyan and rush over to hug Gu Qinglan and reminisce about the past.

Just now, he seemed to be impeccably polite, with every movement and smile being just right, like a carefully carved jade.

In fact, beneath the seemingly calm appearance, the heart is surging, like a vast ocean under the attack of violent storms.

He had been thinking hard about how to come up with the perfect opening line to Gu Qinglan.

The words lingered in my mind, and I pondered over them over and over again. But when they came to my lips, they were like a thorn in my throat, and they came to an abrupt end.

What can he say?

Those endless thoughts for countless days and nights are like overgrown weeds, spreading wildly in my heart, but I can't express them out loud.

Those inexplicable and obscure emotions, like the misty morning fog, shroud the heart and are difficult to describe.

And when they saw her choose to practice the ruthless way, the grievance and reluctance that welled up in their hearts were like sharp thorns, piercing their hearts and lungs.

However, he couldn't say any of these out loud.

So, what else could he say?

He swallowed involuntarily, thousands of words stuck in his throat, and finally squeezed out only a few words:

"Junior Sister Qinglan, how are you?"