When she opened her eyes, Xue Qianzhong still maintained that posture, looking directly at her.

Being stared at by Xue Qianzhong's direct gaze, Shen Yuheng coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Xue Senpai......" Before she could say anything, she was suppressed by the coercion suddenly released by Xue Qianzhong.

Then, she only felt a burst of pain from the mark on her abdomen.

The intense pain made her unconsciously arch her body, and her lips bit tightly.

Xue Qianzhong but forcefully pressed her body against the bed, then reached out and picked the clothes on her waist and abdomen, and her slender fingers penetrated her skin directly, piercing her body fiercely.

Shen Yuheng's whole body was braked, the severe pain made her sweat coldly, and the pressure of Xue Qianzhong made her spirit tense.

I saw Xue Qianzhong's hand rolling over her wound for a long time before she withdrew her hand expressionlessly. He still had blood on his hands, and between his palms was a black bead.

"Ahem, thank you Xue-senpai. Shen Yuheng coughed twice, and thanked him weakly.

Now it seems that although Xue Qianzhong has a strange temperament, he is not a heinous bad person, but I don't know why he is in the Shen Realm?

Xue Qianzhong ignored her thanks, but went out with the black bead in his hand.

Shen Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to treat the wound on his waist and abdomen, cleaned up the blood that fell on the bed, and got up to go out.

No, as soon as she went out, she bumped into Xue Qianzhong coming in with a bunch of things with her aura.

His face was once again covered with aura, and Shen Yuheng could control himself when facing him.

"I, go. You ......" His words were still broken, and he stopped halfway through, as if he didn't know how to continue.

Shen Yuheng glanced at the pile of things, including women's clothes, food, some pills, and some miscellaneous things.

It seems that he got it from the Shen Realm.

"Wear. Xue Qianzhong suddenly put something on the ground, and then held a piece of clothing and gestured for a long time, meaning that it was worn.

He seemed to treat her like a drooping child, and taught her to use those things in the same way.

"W-I, come. Finally, he pulled a small whistle out of his bosom and said.

Then he forcefully hung the whistle on Shen Yuheng's neck.

Shen Yuheng looked at Xue Qianzhong's series of actions with tears and laughter.

However, watching Xue Qianzhong's expressionless gesture on how to use these things also made her heart iron.

Shen Jie was almost destroyed in that battle more than ten years ago, if there was no Xue Qianzhong, I am afraid that the Shen Jie she sees now will only be desolate, and he healed the dark wounds on her body for her, although this person has a strange nature, but he really treats her well.

I'm afraid that he is just hard-faced and soft-hearted, and he doesn't know how to express it.

It's just that it's never good for no reason, Shen Yuheng still has a doubt in his heart, and he doesn't dare to trust Xue Qianzhong completely.

"Thank you, Snow-senpai. Shen Yuheng bowed.

Xue Qianzhong stared at her for a while, as if she was sure that she had learned, so she floated lightly, and then her speed became faster and faster, and finally disappeared into the sky.

Now that Xue Qianzhong is gone, she should go and accept the patriarch inheritance.

Following the path in his memory, Shen Yuheng arrived in the main hall.

As soon as she entered the main hall, her eyebrows became faintly painful.

She took a deep breath and began to take steps under her feet, and when she looked closely, every step she took seemed to be out of order, but there were traces to be found. By the twenty-seventh step, there were already more doors in front of her.

Twenty-seven steps, which means that she is the twenty-seventh patriarch of the Shen family.

Shen Yuheng flashed into the door.

As soon as she entered, the door vanished instantly, and the hall was quiet as if no one had ever visited.

As soon as he entered the door, Shen Yuheng only felt that his whole body was pitch black, and only the white jade chair not far away exuded a faint light, so that this space would not be too depressing.

On the white jade chair, the person sitting in the front was dressed in an ink-colored shirt, the intricate patterns on the shirt were outlined with gold wire, and the jade crown on his head completely tied up the black hair, and under the white jade light, he seemed to be not a human being.

"Father. Shen Yuheng put his left hand on his right arm, leaned forward slightly, lowered his head slightly, and replied in a deep voice.

"You're here. The movements of the person sitting on the chair did not change at all, and the expression between his eyebrows was indifferent, and he could not see the joy of seeing his daughter.

"Yuheng is late, and he asks the patriarch to forgive him. Shen Yuheng's body arched more widely, and his form was more respectful.

The skin on her face was tense, her eyes were red, and there seemed to be tears rolling in her eyes.

"What is the mission of the Shen family?"

"I am the descendant of the Shen family, I was born to protect the common people, protect the Shen family, and dying for the common people is the greatest glory of the Shen family!" Shen Yuheng said in a deep voice, telling him his beliefs word by word.

"If the heavens forsake you, what will you do?"

"The heavens forsake me, and I am martyred. Shen Yuheng said slowly, and every time she said a word, her face turned a little whiter.

If the heavens also abandon her, she is still willing to protect the common people with her life! That is faith, the faith of the people she was born into the Shen family!

"If the Shen family collapses in his year, what will you do?"

"I will restore the glory of the Shen family with my life, the Dan Dao will not be destroyed, and the Shen family will not be destroyed!"

"I, the twenty-sixth generation patriarch of the Shen family, Shen Ningyuan, hereby give the position of patriarch to Shen Yuheng, if Shen Yuheng can't bear the name of the patriarch one day, she will go through the suffering of ninety-nine heavenly thunders, and her form and spirit will be destroyed!" Shen Ningyuan's face was solemn, his voice was majestic, and his words without any emotion made Shen Yuheng's eyes even more moist.

"I, the twenty-seventh patriarch of the Shen family, Shen Yuheng, swear by my soul that I will protect the common people, if he betrays the common people one day, he will go through the suffering of ninety-nine heavenly thunders, and the form and spirit will be destroyed!" Shen Yuheng repeated word by word, and in the empty room, only her ethereal voice kept echoing.

Syllable.

The hot tears finally couldn't be suppressed anymore, and her tears fell to the ground like beads with broken threads, splashing in an instant.

"Father...... Yuheng, I will live up to your trust!" she sat on the ground, and her beautiful face that could not be covered by tears was as sad as if the world had been overturned.

Her eyes were fixed on the empty white jade chair, as if she could see her father again.

Father, Yuheng will never see you again, so please allow Yuheng to be a little fragile and sad for you.

It seems that the last moment, it was her father who held her on his lap, taught her to read and learn calligraphy, taught her the Shen family techniques, taught her the principles of life, and told her that she was the one who wanted to become the patriarch......

Those days with a father were still so clear, but in a blink of an eye, the glory of the Shen family was gone, and she had to take on the position of the head of the Shen family......

However, this grief only lasted for a while, and the rumbling thunder made Shen Yuheng have to wipe away his tears and cheer up to deal with it.

Tianlei, who became the head of the Shen family, is here.

The thunder tribulation of the knot pill is one, the nine paths of the infant marriage, the eighteen paths of the gods, and the thirty-six realms of ascension, and the heavenly thunder when the Shen family patriarch advances is twice that of ordinary monks, and the two heavenly thunders when he succeeds the patriarch cannot be resisted with anything other than the natal magic weapon.

With a flip of his wrist, Qiankun Ding was already in his hand, and Shen Yuheng lifted the aura of his whole body, and inhaled deeply to keep himself from trembling.

The heavenly thunder with the thickness of his arm slashed directly towards Shen Yuheng, and Shen Yuheng drove the Qiankun Ding to the extreme, and the aura of his whole body condensed into a protective armor on the surface of his body.

"Poof-" But in the blink of an eye, a thunderbolt had already fallen, and Shen Yuheng spat out a mouthful of blood, holding the Qiankun Ding, whose light had almost completely dimmed, on his chest.

A thunderbolt almost wiped her out!

Now she only has one aura left, and the Qiankun Ding is almost broken, and it is difficult to resist the second heavenly thunder!

Seeing that the second heavenly thunder was about to fall again, Shen Yuheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth indiscriminately, poured the pills in the Qiankun bag into his mouth one by one, and didn't care about refining the medicinal power, the aura of the whole body was used, condensing into a huge lotus, and she herself dragged the Qiankun Ding to stand in the center of the lotus.

The pain of tumbling in the five corners made her body almost unstable, and the damage to her internal organs made her injuries even more serious.

"Tianlei, come on, I, Shen Yuheng, am not afraid of you!" Wiping the blood that kept spilling from the corners of his mouth again, Shen Yuheng laughed arrogantly and shouted at the sky.

The heavenly thunder thundered down in an instant, the huge lotus flower was shattered in an instant, and the light of Qiankun Ding was completely dimmed, Shen Yuheng's body shook violently a few times, and finally completely lost his strength, lying on the ground in a dejected manner, with a steady stream of blood flowing from large and small wounds all over his body.

The strength of her body seemed to have been drained away, Shen Yuheng was lying on the ground, Qiankun Ding was weakly thrown aside, and there was already a small pool of blood under her.

She succeeded! With the cultivation of the fourth layer of the foundation, she carried down two heavenly thunders and did not die!

But why is it getting darker and darker in front of her eyes, is she about to lose consciousness?

Shen Yuheng's last memory was a figure as white as snow stumbling towards her.