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Hei Hu was pushed forward by her and he raised his eyes to meet Jiang Jiting's gaze.

"Hei Hu, an inner sect disciple of Jiuxiao Sect, came to Jingling Fortress ten years ago."

His salute was a little awkward, probably because he hadn't done such a gesture for many years.

Upon seeing this, everyone from Jiuxiao Sect quickly introduced themselves one by one, while the woman in red was smiling happily beside them.

After everyone from the Jiuxiao Sect had finished introducing themselves, she walked in front of everyone and bowed gently, imitating them.

"My name is Tong Ling, a disciple of Changluan Palace. I just came to Jingling Fortress three years ago."

Hearing this, Jiang Jingmo looked at her with some curiosity. He saw that she had a delicate and charming appearance with an extremely beautiful face. She had a brocade belt tied around her waist with a string of thin bells hanging on it.

That string of thin bells is the unique token of Changluan Palace.

"Alright, alright. If we delay any longer, the fallen spirits outside will soon flood the boundary wall."

Zhang Ji looked at the disciples from other sects who were coming from behind and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Old Zhang, you are really impatient. We also need to go out, so let's go together."

Tong Ling came over again and asked Hei Hu to bring the remaining people over.

They should be a team.

"Okay, okay, let's go. Why are you calling me Lao Zhang again? How disrespectful."

Zhang Ji frowned, but there was no trace of blame in his tone.

"Oh, you're so kind, aren't you anxious? Let's go quickly."

Tong Ling walked to the front with a smile on her face, and the people in their team could only smile helplessly when they saw this scene.

"Ling'er has always been like this, don't blame me, General."

A woman in a white veil in the team explained to Zhang Ji somewhat helplessly. Her tone was gentle and her temperament seemed extremely gentle.

"Lin Yun, you are the only one who spoils her."

Zhang Ji was also somewhat helpless.

The woman named Lin Yun smiled at him, said nothing more, turned around and caught up with Tong Ling.

The group walked all the way to the gate of the Pure Spirit Fortress. The gate was very tall, with many complicated runes painted on it, and it was emitting a faint halo.

Several formation masters are waiting in front of the door. Once all the disciples who have received seven days of training arrive, they will remove the sealing formation.

In addition to the disciples who had undergone seven days of training, there were also many original disciples of the Pure Spirit Fortress, who were all waiting to go out and strangle the fallen spirits.

"There are so many people. Are they all here to strangle the fallen souls?"

Nan Xun couldn't help feeling a little surprised as he looked at the increasing number of people gathering around him.

"Well, the Pure Soul Fortress has not been opened for seven days, so the Fallen Souls outside must have already overflowed."

Zhang Ji nodded, with a serious look in his eyes.

Nan Xun looked at them and was silent for a while. After a long time, he slowly spoke.

"They...all went there voluntarily?"

Nanxun spoke hesitantly.

"Of course." Zhang Ji said with a firm tone.

Jiang Jingmo, who was listening to their conversation, couldn't help but look around. Unlike the sect disciples who had been training for seven days and were full of fear, these seniors all had smiles on their faces.

They basically gathered together in small teams, with a few of them chatting and laughing, as if they were not going to a battlefield where they could lose their lives at any time, but a pleasant party.

No fear, no terror, only laughter.

Jiang Jingmo soon noticed several special disciples who were people who had used the Soul-Breaking Sword.

Some have even completely lost their arms and legs. They rely on spiritual weapons to move, holding their weapons with difficulty, preparing to go to the battlefield to kill the fallen spirits.

"Why would those disciples who used the Soul-Breaking Sword go to the Land of Fallen Souls?"

Jiang Jingmo heard himself ask this question.

Zhang Ji looked back at her, then followed her line of sight to see those people with missing arms and legs.

"If they don't go, their sect will probably have to send new disciples here again."

Zhang Ji spoke slowly, his tone calm.

“How can anyone who has been to this place want others to suffer here?”

Jiang Jingmo was silent.

The people in the Jingling Fortress are replenished at any time. If too many people die, the sect will continue to send disciples there.

If they don't go, their fellow apprentices will come to the Jingling Fortress and fight over and over again. In the end, they may end up like them and may not even survive.

“Why are these seniors all laughing?”

An Yang noticed something different in the silence of the crowd. She looked at the smiles on the faces of the people around her with some confusion.

"You're going to the battlefield, why are you so happy?"

As if hearing her words, the disciple next to An Yang turned to look at her, and then was stunned.

"Little girl, are you the disciples who are undergoing seven days of training?"

The disciple smiled at her, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Yes."

An Yang looked up at him.

When the disciple saw this, he squatted down and answered An Yang's question with a smile.

"We are not happy to go to the battlefield, but we want to enjoy life in the moment."

"Carpe Diem?"

"Yes, the Land of the Fallen Souls is extremely dangerous. Every time you go there, you must be prepared to never come back. No one in the Pure Soul Fortress wants to leave any bad memories."

He pointed to the people who were talking and laughing.

"If I have to face death this time, I hope my last memory will not be of tension and anxiety, but of laughter and happiness."

An Yang nodded, not quite understanding, but she couldn't figure it out with her current little brain.

The disciple simply patted her head gently, then stood up and started chatting with his companion next to him.

"I guess we really have no one left in our Pure Spirit Fortress. Now we have to ask a little girl of this age to participate in seven days of training and go into battle to defend against the enemy."

He seemed to have some sighs, but mostly sighs.

Then, he heard An Yang's voice again.

"Senior, how do you know that I am a disciple of the Seven Days Training?"

"Because of your Soul-Breaking Sword."

The disciple pointed at the dagger emitting blue light at her side and explained carefully.

"In the Pure Spirit Fortress, those who have been here for less than a year will receive the blue Soul-Severing Sword, which means you have just arrived here not long ago."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Jiuxiao Sect couldn't help but look at the Soul-Breaking Swords at their waists, and they were indeed blue.

Only Ji Chuhe and Jiang Jiting were different. Their Soul-Breaking Swords, like that disciple's, emitted red light.

“Why make this distinction?”

Jiang Jingmo spoke in confusion.

"The land of fallen spirits is usually dark, and the flowing light can be clearly seen. Newcomers often feel powerless when fighting against fallen spirits. Once the surrounding disciples see this blue flowing light, they will immediately come forward to help."

The disciple was a very patient person, and he explained Jiang Jingmo's questions carefully.

"As for why there is such a difference, I think it's because they are afraid that the new power will die too early."

He smiled at Jiang Jingmo, revealing his white teeth again.