Chapter 13 Master Jin Linyi, I am shaken

I died again?!

Where is this?

...lots of water.

Ji Lingche stood in the void, his feet making a clattering sound with every step he took.

The cold water reached my ankles, and a faint blue light floated on the surface.

The ground beneath my feet felt soft, as if I couldn't reach the bottom, yet I was firmly supported.

He must have died again.

Perhaps by walking across this boundless water, you can see the entrance to reincarnation.

Ji Lingche waded in the cool water, his heart filled with sadness.

Lost again.

He died twice and tried every possible means, but still couldn't kill that guy from the Abyss of Eternal Abyss. Now that the seal has loosened and the Ping'an Temple has collapsed, he can even let his soul leave his body. I really don't know how long the Crow Feather Sword can keep his body sealed.

If he were to see the light of day again... then the world would—

She lowered her head and walked forward slowly, thinking about everything in Tiejian Town, and then smiled at herself.

They're all dead, why are you still worrying about others?

After an unknown amount of time, she looked up and saw numerous bubbles floating in the air, also emitting a faint blue light and sparkling brightly.

She squinted her eyes to look at it, raised her finger and touched it lightly, only to hear a "pop" sound, and a bubble burst. She felt dizzy, and then she stood in the void and appeared in a attic with dim candlelight. Two young men were sitting face to face across a desk.

Ji Lingche was stunned. The Immortal Binding Tower in Taihua Yuxu?!

When I looked closely, I found that one of them was actually my younger self - could it be that each bubble was a part of her sea of ​​consciousness?

I saw a young man sitting upright like a pine tree, his face cold, flipping through a book on sword techniques.

The girl was bored and had one foot on the chair.

Looking closely, she saw that her hands and feet were tied with thin silver wires, preventing her from moving.

The young Ji Lingche raised his finger and said, "Let me go, and I'll give you 10,000 spirit stones, no credit... ready stock!"

The young man had a cold face. He turned a page of the book quickly, and the dim candlelight flickered.

Sacrificing Lingche:...

"Well, untie the Immortal Binding Rope, and I'll have my senior brother give you a top-notch sword."

Ji Lingche leaned back lazily: "...What's the most important thing for a sword cultivator?! Diligence? Talent? Wrong, all wrong! The most important thing for a sword cultivator is to have a peerless sword!"

"My senior brother, you know what I mean. Do you think the Hua family's Patriarch's Killing Turbulence Sword is handsome? Do you want it? If you let me go, I'll have Tan Yigu give you a similar one."

…

But no matter how eloquent Ji Lingche was, the young man opposite him ignored him.

Ji Lingche was thirsty and at his wit's end: "Shang Zheng?"

"Shang Zheng!"

"Qu-Shang-"

The young man closed the book and slammed the spine on the desk. He looked at her coldly and finally said, "He stole the blood of the phoenix and killed over a hundred guards of the Yin family."

"Do you know what you've done?"

She raised her eyebrows: "Originally, this matter was done secretly."

She shook the lock on her hand, making a crisp sound: "If you hadn't interfered and pestered me, would there have been such a big commotion?"

Qu Wuji frowned, looked at her coldly, and said word by word: "According to the laws of the Immortal Alliance, I should kill you on the spot."

Ji Lingche placed her hands on the table and leaned forward. The flickering candlelight danced in her eyes, and she smiled with a touch of innocence. "Then kill me, little Immortal Lord."

He paused for a long moment before saying, "...If you return the Phoenix Blood now, I will plead for you with the Immortal Alliance for the sake of our old friendship."

Ji Lingche leaned back in his chair, curling his lips coldly: "What if I don't?"

Qu Wuji stood up and looked at her indifferently, with a hint of anger: "Then you will wait here for the Immortal Alliance's judgment."

"Take care of yourself."

He flicked his sleeves and walked out. Suddenly, he heard a soft sound behind him. Turning back, he saw the Immortal Binding Rope broken into several pieces and dropped to the ground. The girl was leaning against the window, stretching her wrists. Then she pointed at Qu Wuji, and a burst of white light suddenly burst out from her slender fingertips. She tilted her head and smiled, "Opportunities are fleeting. You've just missed your best chance to kill me."

…

The sacrificial spirit who was watching the movie in the sea of ​​consciousness felt dizzy, his vision collapsed, the scene changed, and he could only hear the roar of the wind, a bright red color in front of his eyes, and a fishy and sweet smell surged up.

Her chest ached, her heart pounded. This was...

I am Feng!

It's her master.

The mountains are stained with blood, and the whole mountain is red.

Corpses were scattered all over the ground, all of them were her fellow disciples, now lying face up to the sky, their souls dead.

Ji Lingche, who was floating in the sea of ​​consciousness, frowned. She tried her best to get rid of this memory, but she couldn't find any way to end it. She could only watch from the side.

I saw a young female cultivator dragging a black long sword, bathed in blood, stepping out from the sea of ​​blood and corpses step by step. The wind blew her black cloak, and she looked up at the top of the mountain.

There was a tall and slender figure on the top of the mountain, dressed in white and spotless. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down with an indifferent expression.

The female cultivator leaped to the top of the mountain, her sword humming as she suddenly pressed it against the man's heart. Blood flowed down his forehead into his eyes. Her tone was calm, yet bordering on insanity: "You killed my master."

The man remained indifferent.

The female cultivator sneered, her sword-gripping hand trembling. She asked again, "It was you who led the Immortal Alliance to slaughter my master."

She thrust her pitch-black sword forward, piercing the man's chest. Blood soaked through his white clothes and slowly flowed down.

The man clamped the tip of the sword between his fingers and waved his sleeves. A strong wind blew, and the female cultivator dodged and said with a smile, "You just became the head of the Immortal Alliance, and you give me such a big gift. How impressive."

The man said in a cold voice: "Xiaoyao Sect has committed many evil deeds, and they have brought this upon themselves."

The female cultivator laughed in anger, each word she spoke revealing the meaning behind her words: "You brought this upon yourself?"

"The evil ones shed their blood to seal the demons, while the upright and noble immortals only wanted to take advantage of our weakness after a bloody battle with the demons and slaughter the whole family with their swords."

"You, the Immortal Alliance, are termites, termites of the whole world!"

There were bursts of noise coming from the distance, and suddenly a golden light appeared, and the sword light was bright. More than a hundred people from the Immortal Alliance came on swords, like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, and the immortals' clothes and armor were shining with golden light like golden scales blooming.

There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood below the mountain, and a brilliant immortal light above it. Two people stood on the top of the mountain, holding swords and facing each other, with only the whistling of the wind in their ears.

Qu Wuji said coldly: "If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave."

She raised her chin, the wind blowing her hair, and spoke softly, "Qu Wuji, I won't kill you."

"I will dissect your golden elixir and make you a cripple forever."

She brushed off her black sword with her sleeves, stared at him with hatred, and slowly retreated step by step. She said, "In three months, I will come to find you at the Golden Terrace."

The Immortal Alliance members who were watching the battle in mid-air with their swords originally thought that there would be an extremely bloody fight, but they found that the evil cultivator had put away his sword. The newly appointed chief lord stood with his hands behind his back, with no intention of stopping him. The immortals immediately felt as if they were facing a great enemy. With the revengeful heart of this evil cultivator, if they let her escape, the aristocratic sects would be in great trouble!

"Hurry! She's trying to run!!"

"We must not let this devil escape!"

The formation cultivators formed a formation together and cast down one divine formation after another. In an instant, spiritual energy surged and the mountains shook, instantly blocking the female cultivator's way and determined to make her soul fly away!

Suddenly, time seemed to stand still.

A few black snowflakes drifted down from the sky, looking like snow but not snow, swirling down like large crow feathers scattered in the air.

Looking at the female cultivator again, the black sword was across her chest, her eyes were bright as if burning with rich, dark flames, she held the sword with both hands and swung it out!

"Crow Feathers Destroy the City!"

The crow feathers floating in the air were actually the sword intent that burst out in advance.

As the swift sword light slashed out, it suddenly turned into sword force, exploded, and instantly destroyed the formation, and actually enveloped everyone in the violent sword intent.

The immortals immediately cried and fled. The golden clouds on the horizon began to fall piece by piece, as if it was raining blood. As the Crow Feather Sword Intent spread, Ji Lingche's sea of ​​consciousness began to collapse again.

…

The scene changed again, thunder rumbled in the sky, lightning spread like twisted branches in the darkness, illuminating the night. Several thunderbolts struck down violently, as if to instantly destroy the soul of the person undergoing the tribulation, but this thunder tribulation was actually stopped by a talisman!

I saw a man in a silver-white robe kneeling on the ground on the high platform. His abdomen was cut open with a long gash. He was holding it tightly, blood seeping out from between his fingers, sweat soaking through his clothes, and his brown eyes looked coldly at the young woman opposite him.

The woman half-knelt in front of him, very close, staring at the person opposite her coldly, holding a shining golden pill in her hand.

She laughed and said, "How does it feel to go from a genius to a waste?"

The man looked at her without saying a word. Because of the severe pain, tears rolled down his face like beads. He gasped for breath, but his eyes were still cold and ruthless, and at this moment, he was filled with hatred that was difficult to conceal.

The female cultivator wiped the tears from his cheeks and gently touched his face, rubbing the blood from it. She spoke word by word, "Master Shouzun, your path to immortality is cut short."

The golden elixir was cut out alive, the spiritual veins were damaged, and the pain of practicing again was like cutting out the heart and bones, and this pain will never go away.

Every breath he exhaled, every time spiritual energy flowed through his body, would tear his spiritual veins and bring pain that seeped into his bones.

Since ancient times, there have been many cultivators whose golden elixirs were destroyed who chose to embark on the path of cultivation again, but no one could endure the pain of being torn apart all the time.

The man spat out a large mouthful of blood, the undisguised hatred in his eyes overshadowing the pain. He actually sneered and then spoke softly, emphasizing each word: "Ji Lingche."

"I will kill you."

Ji Lingche rubbed the blood on his lips with his fingers, moved closer to him, and said lightly: "Master Shouzun, you are a useless person, what can you use to kill me?"

Without the golden elixir, you can no longer cultivate immortality.

Qu Wu Ji suddenly turned his head to avoid her hand. Ji Lingche pinched his chin hard, forcing him to look at her.

Her eyes were cold, without the slightest hint of vengeance. They were like a bottomless pool. Lightning flashed across them, illuminating them with a glint. She said, "How about I show you a clear path?"

"Come and learn the evil arts that you hate so much, and become my disciple."

"If that's the case, maybe he'll soon surpass me and kill me in no time—"

Qu Wuji let the blood flow and sneered, "I originally thought you still had a conscience, so I let you go time and time again. Now I realize you are truly hopeless."

"You are a complete monster and scum."

Ji Lingche gently sealed the wound for him and whispered slowly in his ear: "Live well, Shang Zheng."

"I'm still waiting for you to kill me."

…

The words in the scene gradually became blurred. Ji Lingche, who was standing aside watching the movie, felt like she was falling rapidly. Then she staggered a few times and heard the sound of water. She felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet. She opened her eyes and saw the same dark water area with only a hint of faint blue.

Those unknown bubbles still floated around her.

It turns out that each of these bubbles is a part of her sea of ​​consciousness, and is about a specific person.

What I just casually mentioned turned out to be about that guy.

She didn't want to fall into such meaningless memories anymore, so she ignored the bubbles and continued to wander aimlessly in the water.

They say that after death, there will be a resurrection, maybe this is what it means?

Maybe someone will really burst all the bubbles. Ji Lingche now just wants to reincarnate as soon as possible.

She didn't act like this the last time she died. Maybe it's because she's really dead this time...

Just as he was lost in thought, he saw all the blue light on the water in front of him suddenly rise up, slowly gather together, and gradually form the shape of a person.

Ji Lingche looked on in disbelief as a human figure slowly emerged. The man was wearing a black robe with wide sleeves, standing with his hands behind his back, looking a bit dejected, yet extremely unrestrained, with a cynical and evil charm.

Ji Lingche thought he was seeing things, so he waded through the water, took a few steps closer, and then froze in his tracks.

The man had a handsome face and his age was hard to tell, but his hair and beard were all white. He looked at her and smiled gently.

Ji Lingche fell to his knees in disbelief: "Master?..."

"Master!" She grabbed the man's sleeve and shamelessly said, "Master, I told you there are benefits to dying. I can see you again!"

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Asshole, I don't want to see you."

Ji Lingche looked up: "Ah?"

The man waved his sleeves and said, "Is the matter done? Do you dare to die?"

Ji Lingche sat on the ground and smiled faintly, with a rare hint of self-deprecation: "I'm at my wit's end. I've already died twice. What else—"

"They don't appreciate it."

Ji Lingche raised his eyebrows and said, "We at Xiaoyao Sect have done so much, yet we are condemned by so many people. In my opinion, they deserve to be killed by the demons!"

The man asked curiously, "Oh? Do you really think so?"

"Killing Ran Lou has become your obsession. You've failed time and time again. Do you think pretending to be nonchalant will make you feel better?"

Ji Lingche only felt a breath stuck in her chest, and a fishy and sweet taste in her throat. She looked up at her master, her eyes sparkling and clear.

The master placed his hand on her head, and the human figure with blue fluorescent light could not touch her.

She tilted her head back to prevent tears from flowing out, and smiled bleakly: "Master, I am shaken."

The man smiled and said, "Good boy."

Ji Lingche's tears rolled down her cheeks. She said, "But I can't do it anymore."

Xiao Qinmian reached out and touched her forehead, only to see his figure gradually disappear, and all the blue fluorescence slowly poured into her forehead. Ji Lingche was stunned, feeling as cold as falling into an ice cave, as if something was slowly returning to her body, and she was speechless.

At this time, the master's voice echoed in her sea of ​​consciousness: "All dharmas are empty, but cause and effect are not empty. Walk your own path, just hold the sword tightly in your hand."

Ji Lingche saw the people in front of him disappear completely and couldn't help but shout, "Master!!"

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw the wisps of incense and a snow-white curtain.

Suddenly, a piercing pain surged up, especially in her sea of ​​consciousness, which seemed to be about to explode and made it difficult for her to think. She forced herself to get up, and at this moment the veil was suddenly lifted. She was stunned and saw a man in white clothes as white as snow. The morning light fell on his shoulders, like a flawless jade, and he was holding a bowl of medicinal soup in his hand.

The man looked at her coldly: "Awake?"

Ji Lingche lay back down again, thinking, this is the same fucked up world again.

Qu Wuji said: "You called me just now."

She closed her eyes and pretended to be dead, but suddenly felt a chill on her forehead. She opened her eyes abruptly and saw Qu Wuji sitting beside her. He placed his cold hand on her forehead and asked gently, "Does your head still hurt?"

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