Chapter 83

After leaving the black market, Su Jinzhou did not fly back to the sect on his sword, but found a nearby inn to stay in.

Ji Tang returned Su Jinzhou's storage bag: "Immortal Venerable, your storage bag."

Su Jinzhou didn't look back and went straight upstairs. The storage bag floated into Su Jinzhou's hand.

Ji Tang watched the storage bag getting farther and farther away from her reluctantly, when she suddenly felt a dark shadow falling in front of her. She reached out to take it, and lowered her eyes to see that it was a wooden sign with the words "Auction Talisman" written on it.

"Did the Immortal Master leave this morning to buy auction talismans?" Ji Tang suddenly realized. She looked up at Su Jinzhou and saw that he had already entered the house.

Jitang's room was next to Su Jinzhou's. She had just walked past Su Jinzhou's door when she saw the lights were off.

It’s only the hour of Xu, and he’s already turned off the lights?

Jitang opened the door quietly and walked into the house. He first checked the room - this was a habit he had developed in the past. Then he took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed.

She performed the Body Cleansing Technique and began to practice.

She wasn't in a rush. While she could absorb the nightmare energy from the magic weapons in her storage bag, increasing her cultivation too quickly would easily arouse suspicion. Furthermore, these magic weapons still had their place; they were her key means of staying in Qianli Yanbo.

Ji Tang practiced the internal energy method of Yan Chengshu repeatedly to repair his damaged soul.

If the soul is compared to a net, then Jitang's soul is a vast and boundless giant net. However, this net now looks like an ancient relic, weathered and destroyed by time.

The countless holes in it prevented the net from functioning properly. Whenever she called upon her spiritual power, these holes would suddenly cut off her connection. Either the use of her spiritual power would come to an abrupt halt, or the spiritual energy would fluctuate.

She went from being unhappy at first to now being able to accept it calmly.

The primordial spirit is the net, and the Nightmare Clan’s supreme internal skill, the Nightmare Inheritance Book, is the needle.

With each round of Jitang's operation, the gaps in the web can be woven a little better. As long as there is enough time, the soul will surely be able to recover as before.

She was looking inward at a gap that was gradually being woven, when her sea of consciousness suddenly shook and she was bounced out of it. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in Su Jinzhou's dream again!

Jitang looked at the handsome face so close to him and wanted to ask him a question.

Didn't you say you couldn't show up so often anymore?

Of course she couldn't ask this question. After falling asleep, it felt like her mouth was not hers and she couldn't move it at all.

Su Jinzhou retreated slightly to make some space.

Jitang took this opportunity to take a deep breath, and then he heard him laughing.

"Is it because I'm too close that you're holding your breath?"

Jitang thought, you know that too, and she looked up at him.

The room was dim, and she could only see some scattered candlelight out of the corner of her eye.

This time in the dream, she finally did not appear on the mahogany bed inlaid with spiritual jade, but was sitting by the table.

She was not facing the table, but sitting sideways, facing Su Jinzhou who was also sitting sideways.

He didn't seem to regard this place as a dream, and his every move was as if this place was real. He reached out and poured two cups of tea, one for Jitang and one for himself.

Ji Tang couldn't say a word and just observed him silently.

The black clothes he wore were the same as the ones he wore when he went to the black market today. His arms fell on the edge of the table, his slender fingers rested lightly on the side of the teacup, and his index finger rubbed the rim of the cup back and forth. For the first time, he didn't see her in a dream.

He said, “I killed someone today.”

I know, I watched you kill.

Jitang answered secretly in his heart.

Su Jinzhou suddenly smiled, but his eyes turned cold. "I was too impatient and let him die quickly. I should have tortured him more."

Jitang: ...

Immortal Lord, Senior Brother, stay on the boat!

Your idea is very dangerous! It seems very perverted! I just don't know if you know it.

Su Jinzhou obviously didn't know. He pushed with his index finger, and the teacup tilted on the table, and the tea spilled out.

He wrote stroke by stroke on the table with his fingers using tea.

Ji Tang glanced over and saw that it was the word "kill" when the word was half written.

He whispered, "Dou Chuishan, the elder of Diyun Palace." Then he shook his head with a look of dissatisfaction, "Too slow."

Jitang was stuck for a while.

Slow, what's slow?

Su Jinzhou's words flashed through her mind again: I already know who most of the people back then were, and I will kill them one by one.

As soon as these words appeared, she immediately felt that what Su Jinzhou meant by "slow" was that he disliked the speed of killing people.

Jitang shuddered uncontrollably.

Su Jinzhou stopped writing and looked at him with concern. "Are you cold?"

He took off his black robe as he spoke, "Why is spring so cold? You're in the Tribulation Crossing Stage..." This sentence seemed to be a question to Jitang, but also like he was asking himself. After he finished speaking, he was so sad and depressed that even the candlelight flickered.

He moved closer to Jitang and gently draped his taken-off robe over Jitang.

Ji Tang's nose was suddenly filled with the faint woody scent of Su Jinzhou. She thought that Su Jinzhou would retreat after putting the outer robe on her, but after waiting for a while, she still saw Su Jinzhou's broad chest in front of her, and he had no intention of retreating.

Ji Tang was just guessing what Su Jinzhou was thinking when he suddenly leaned forward and fell into Su Jinzhou's warm arms.

I heard him say, "The outer robe is useless, so just hold it."

Jitang: ...

Her eyes were dull, and she couldn't keep up with Su Jinzhou's thoughts. No, it wasn't that she couldn't keep up, but she had never thought that Su Jinzhou would say that.

He was a hundred thousand times colder in the black market than an ice storage, but in the dream he could melt all the ice with just one word.

The difference was so great that Jitang felt a sense of insanity and illusion.

She was held tightly in Su Jinzhou's arms, and the arms crossed on her shoulders were getting tighter and tighter. In the increasingly smaller space, Ji Tang was forced to look up as a big hand held the back of her head.

She rested her chin on Su Jinzhou's shoulder, staring at the landscape painting on the wall with her dull eyes, thinking: Who is Su Jinzhou dreaming about now? It's only been four hundred years, why is Su Jinzhou like a different person, with only kisses and hugs in his mind and eyes?

Although she was not the woman in Su Jinzhou's dream, she could clearly hear Su Jinzhou's lingering whispers and feel the strength of his embrace. This was too much for the woman she had never met!

Su Jinzhou couldn't tell the difference because he saw the person he wanted to see, but Ji Tang knew it clearly, and that was why she didn't want to stay in the dream even more.

Su Jinzhou felt Ji Tang's short breathing and thought she was not feeling well, so he quickly moved away to look at her.

He lowered his head and looked her over carefully, then said, "Blame me."

Ji Tang's breathing stagnated.

Su Jinzhou smoothed the hair on the side of her face and said, "I haven't seen you for a while. I can't control myself. Did I hurt you?"

Jitang's eyes were complicated.

Brother, if you knew that the person you are hugging and looking at now is me, would you regret it and bang your head against the mahogany bed frame?

Su Jinzhou rubbed the corner of Jitang's eye with his thumb, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ji Tang simply closed his eyes.

She originally wanted to wait until Su Jinzhou woke up from his dream, but the next moment she felt her whole body shake. When she opened her eyes again, she was already sitting on Su Jinzhou's legs.

Jitang:!!!

Jitang:???

Jitang: Ahh ...

However, she was speechless, her pupils trembled violently, and she was almost choked to death by the meaningless words she didn't say out loud.

The dream before his eyes twisted for a moment, and Jitang fell off the bed in the inn room.

She raised her hand and wiped her forehead, wiping away the sweat.

Su Jinzhou's dreams were really weird, and it was still unclear how she was pulled into the dreams.

Now she had just woken up from a dream, and Su Jinzhou was resting next to her. This was a good time to find the reason!

Jitang pushed the door open and walked out, then came to Su Jinzhou's room and knocked on the door.

She knocked three times very quickly, then three more times, and before she could knock again, the door suddenly opened.

Ji Tang saw Su Jinzhou still sitting on the bed, his clothes neatly on, except for his close-fitting white lining which was soaked with sweat and exposed outside his black clothes, sticking to his neck which was also covered in sweat.

A circle of Nightmare Lord's magic weapons were placed on the bed around him, no more, no less, exactly those that Su Jinzhou had collected recently.

His face was as pale as paper, his head was slightly lowered, and only his eyes followed the sound. His dark pupils were as terrifying as a devil that had just crawled out of the abyss.

Violent spiritual power spread throughout the house, and except for the bed, all other furniture was cut into wooden blocks and porcelain pieces of varying sizes by the spiritual power.

As soon as the door opened, the spiritual power seemed to have an outlet and suddenly rushed towards Ji Tang.

Ji Tang kept shouting in her heart, "It's all over, it's all over." Her damaged soul and her cultivation level, which was just at the late stage of enlightenment, could not withstand the violent spiritual power.

Just when the spiritual power was about to hit Ji Tang, Su Jinzhou waved his hand and blew away the spiritual power.

The spiritual power did not hurt Jitang, but he was blown off the handrail on the second floor and fell directly onto the dining table on the first floor.

Accompanied by loud crackling noises, the shopkeeper and several waiters ran out sleepily, and saw Ji Tang lying on the broken dining table with his teeth grimacing.

"Sir, sir?"

Jitang raised a hand amidst the debris, "It's okay."

She quickly got up and coughed to cover up her embarrassment.

A storage bag flew down from the second floor, and Ji Tang grabbed it firmly. As everyone stared in amazement, she pulled out a high-grade spirit stone from the bag.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up instantly.

Jitang: "Do you know this?"

The shopkeeper nodded vigorously.

Jitang pointed at the debris under his feet and the room on the second floor, "I'll compensate you."

The shopkeeper immediately smiled happily.

This high-grade spirit stone is more than enough to buy this inn, not to mention compensating for the furniture.

It’s not that Ji Tang spends money lavishly, but the spirit stones in the storage bag thrown down by the Immortal Venerable are at least of high quality, which is really enviable!

She climbed the stairs and came to the door of the Immortal Venerable's room. She bowed and handed the storage bag forward. "Immortal Venerable."

Su Jinzhou waved his hand, and the storage bag returned to Jitang's hands.

Jitang was flattered - or you could say he was dazzled by the money.

Su Jinzhou: "It's considered as the monthly allowance for Qianli Yanbo this month."

Monthly salary? So much?

Ji Tang happily tied the storage bag to his belt.

Poor Lord Nightmare, he would actually be happy for these external things.

Because of his previous spiritual power, Ji Tang had already missed the best opportunity to find out, but he didn't want to give up just like that. While observing Su Jinzhou's expression, he said carefully: "Immortal Venerable, the spiritual power in the room just now was too abnormal. Did something go wrong with your cultivation?"

The answer she got was the door slamming shut.

Jitang was disappointed.

It was too difficult to get the news from Su Jinzhou, and Ji Tang was inevitably troubled.

She pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered the two inner disciples, Lang Yu and Tan Wen. Since Su Jinzhou had sent them out to search for Nightmare Lord's magical weapon, it proved that he trusted them. Could he possibly extract some more information from them?

Jitang glanced at Su Jinzhou's closed door and turned to leave the inn.