Chapter 72: My Stupid Disciple

Looking down from the window, I saw Yin Beiying using his hands and feet to crawl forward step by step, barking like a dog from time to time. It was quite funny and a bit pitiful.

Ji Lingche laughed and said, "This is quite strange. The Yunzhong Yin Clan values ​​reputation above all else. Young Master Yin is so arrogant and conceited that he's acting crazy and foolish today, bringing shame upon himself on the streets. This is quite rare to see."

Qu Wuji glanced across the long street, as if searching for something, and said calmly, "He must have been coerced by someone."

These monks who were standing in the restaurant watching the fun had never seen such fun before, and they shouted frivolously. Some of the wandering monks had been fed up with Yunzhong's exploitation for a long time, so they grabbed the food on the table and threw it down. In a moment, everything was in chaos.

I saw Yin Beiying with her head down, her long hair dragging on the ground. From time to time, she was pressed down by the knees and tripped. With her head down and her messy hair covering her face, her expression could not be seen clearly.

Ji Lingche watched calmly, but suddenly her eyes moved. She saw a flash of black clothing in the crowd. She was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Oh?"

Qu Wuji just said: "Go after him."

Before Qu Wu Ji finished speaking, the two of them disappeared in an instant, cleanly and neatly. No one noticed their departure in the clamor.

…

"Who's there?"

The man in black noticed something, his eyes flickered slightly, and before he turned around, the knife in his hand had already been unsheathed -

There was a humming sound as the knife rang out, and with the sound of the sharp blade breaking through the air, the knife wind swung towards an open space. Then there was a muffled sound, and the surging knife wind was suddenly stopped, and then disappeared without a ripple.

It was as if the knife had never been chopped off.

He was so shocked that he took a step back and asked again, "Who are you?"

The two people hiding in the dark appeared.

The two men disappeared, and the black-robed man didn't recognize them. He looked at the two men, who had ordinary cultivation and appearance, and for a moment he couldn't believe that such people had just blocked his sword. He frowned and shouted coldly, "Who are you? Why are you following me?"

Ji Lingche raised the corner of her mouth and walked forward slowly. Before she got close, the man in black suddenly raised his knife and chopped her neck, saying, "I'm sorry!"

But then he was stunned, and saw that the blade was hovering two inches away from her neck. He couldn't cut it down no matter what he did. His hands began to tremble slightly, and mobilizing all his spiritual power to the blade was of no avail.

I saw tiny lines appearing on the blade, and the entire blade was about to break into pieces.

The man looked at the knife and his expression changed drastically. He was obviously worried about this life-saving magic weapon. He wanted to withdraw his strength and retreat, but he seemed to be fixed and could not move at all.

Just before the knife completely shattered, Ji Lingche reached out and grasped the blade, steadying the sword spirit that was about to be destroyed, and said with a smile: "Sister Ciyou, why are you here——"

"Your injury healed so quickly?"

The man's pupils suddenly shrank and his mouth slightly opened, as if he could not speak.

Ji Lingche released the hand that was holding her blade, and she suddenly withdrew her strength. Linghu Jin didn't react in time and took several steps back, almost falling down.

She scanned Qu Wuji standing beside her inch by inch and asked tentatively, "Master? You..."

You’re not dead?!

Qu Wu Ji did not deny it and nodded slightly at her.

Although Linghu Jin was shocked, he quickly calmed down and his usual sly smile appeared on his face.

She was seen dressing up as her uncle Linghu Yan, without any flaws, and looked like a handsome man no matter how you looked at her.

Linghu Jin put away his sword, lowered his beautiful fox eyes, and scanned the fine lines on the sword. He said, "Last time in Fengdu, the blade of this sword was bent, and now it was almost destroyed by you. Will Guanlan Divine Lord compensate me?"

Ji Lingche smiled and said, "Okay, just wait."

Qu Wuji said coldly, "Master Linghu is still seriously injured and hasn't recovered yet, why is he here again?"

Linghu Jin smiled bitterly: "...to find my foolish disciple."

Ji Lingche was slightly surprised when he heard this and raised his eyebrows and asked, "When did you get a disciple?"

"Don't you want to accept disciples?"

Linghu Jin sneered and teased, "Your Majesty, you've asked me this. Which of these troubles I'm facing right now is unrelated to you?"

Ji Lingche didn't care at all and laughed: "Oh? What do you mean?"

Linghu Jindao smiled faintly and said, "Back then, Yin Pei captured the orphan of the Zeyuan Tan family and was about to throw her into the Abyss of Emberless to be sacrificed to the Demon Lord. That little girl was rescued by Yin Lanxin, who was full of evil intentions. He took the opportunity to poison me and threatened me to give you the key. He also threatened me to accept that foolish little girl as his disciple."

When Ji Lingche heard this, he understood and said with a smile: "So the little girl was taken away by you. I was curious about where she went-"

Linghu Jin smiled and said, "Lord God, I was delivering the key to you, but you kicked me into Fengdu and I almost died."

"I took that little girl with me, risking my own hatred to protect her. Even though she couldn't form a pill, I taught her with good intentions. But she took advantage of my serious injury, drugged me, and ran away. Tell me, who should be blamed for all my troubles?"

Linghu Jin looked at Qu Wuji and sneered, "Sir, why don't you give me some advice?"

Qu Wuji said softly, "Master Linghu is a reasonable person and not one to dwell on matters."

Linghu Jin: "..."

Qu Wuji added, "The losses you've suffered were unprovoked. If Patriarch Linghu wants any compensation, feel free to ask. The Immortal Alliance will certainly not let Patriarch Linghu down again."

Linghu Jin chuckled and said, "Disheartened? I no longer have any expectations of the Immortal Alliance—"

"But even so, I still want to ask for one thing."

She didn't mince words, but spoke bitterly, "I want those who harmed Liu Yeyue to be brought to justice. This is the only thing I want now."

Before she finished speaking, she was about to lift her clothes and kneel down -

Ji Lingche held her wrist and said, "No need."

"The Immortal Alliance doesn't care, I'll take care of it."

"No matter who hurt her, I will definitely help you kill him."

Ji Lingche's eyes were blazing as he simply said, "I never make promises lightly, but once I promise something, I will do it."

Linghu Jin raised his eyes to look at her, smiled for a long time and said: "With your words, even if Ciyou died now, he would be able to rest in peace."

When Liu Yeyue was mentioned again, Linghu Jin felt a pang of pain in her heart and a feeling of suffocation swept over her. Before this, she had forgotten everything about Liu Yeyue because she had destroyed her soul. It was not until she came out of Fengdu that she remembered it.

But since then, she has been heartbroken and has no peace of mind, thinking about revenge every day.

But Linghu Jin thought again, even if revenge was taken, what would it matter?

Young Master Yue is dead.

Linghu Jin closed his eyes and frowned, saying, "Killing the murderer isn't enough. I want the Immortal Alliance to clear her name."

"Yue has always been upright. I cannot let her bear the stigma of patricide forever—"

Qu Wuji said, "Don't worry, Patriarch Linghu. As long as I am still in the Immortal Alliance, I will definitely clear her name."

The pain on Linghu Jin's face faded slightly after hearing this, but he smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, isn't this what we should do?"

"...Why is it so easy for the Immortal Alliance to kill someone, but they have to ask for help to overturn the verdict?"

Ji Lingche looked at her and thought to himself: What a pity, this is the way the world is. If you are good and obedient, it will eat you alive.

Linghu Jin chuckled, not wanting to be lost in this depressed mood. He slowly narrowed his eyes and said, "However, there's no need to feel sorry for yourself."

Linghu Jin was even capable of killing his uncle to seize power, so how could he be manipulated and plotted against by others? He has always practiced revenge.

She changed the subject and sighed, "My foolish disciple is probably here right now. The two masters must have witnessed the chaos on the street just now. I'm afraid this matter is closely related to her..."

Ji Lingche frowned and said, "As far as I know, that little girl doesn't know any magic. How could she, a mortal, run so far?"

Linghu Jin looked a bit conflicted, wanting to speak but stopping himself, before finally saying, "Because I shared my magic with her..."

Ji Lingche was shocked and said, "You were seriously injured, yet you still communicated with her?"

This kind of spiritual communication allows people without cultivation to temporarily copy the master's skills, but doing so will greatly weaken the master's cultivation, which is almost equivalent to giving half of his cultivation to others.

Ji Lingche laughed in anger: "Why are you so nice to a disciple you picked up for free?"

"Oh, you were so nice to her, and she backstabbed you."

Qu Wuji asked, "Why don't you stop that disciple's spiritual connection now?"

Linghu Jin said: "...I'm afraid she's dead."

She sighed, "I know she came to Yunzhong to seek revenge."

The Yin family of Yunzhong advocated sacrifice, abducted and killed her family, causing her family to be destroyed. How could she not hate them?

Linghu Jin said, "If she is in trouble and I interrupt this magic, won't her life be in danger?"

Ji Lingche was startled when he heard this, then he smiled and said, "Xiao Ciyou, I didn't expect you care about her so much."

Linghu Jin said: "Although this disciple is a bit stupid and stubborn, she..."

She didn't want to say anything more, so she just nodded and said, "I have to catch her before she causes any more trouble."

Qu Wuji said coldly, "Even if you gave her spiritual power, she wouldn't be a match for Yin Pei. Now that the chaos has broken out, I'm sure there are others who are interfering in this matter."

"I'm afraid that the young disciple is weak-willed and eager for revenge, and will be exploited by someone with ulterior motives."

Linghu Jin folded his arms and sighed coldly, "This is her fate, and now I have done my best."

"Let's first catch Yin Beiying who's crawling around in the street and ask him what's wrong—"

Ji Lingche interrupted her: "Yin Beiying, I have finished climbing and have returned to the Yin residence."

Qu Wuji nodded slightly.

Linghu Jin was shocked: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

Her cultivation was not as high as those two, and half of it had been taken away by Tan Xue Ning, so she could not sense what was happening on the long street a few miles away.

Ji Lingche said: "It's okay, I just happened to go visit the head of the Yin family. How can I go to the Yin residence?"

Linghu Jin suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Yin Pei, the psychopath, was already moody and extremely tyrannical. Now he had gone completely mad and was sealed up in the Yin residence by the Immortal Alliance, unable to move for many days. If they allowed him to go on a rampage, wouldn't that be like raising a poisonous insect?

She suddenly felt like giving up, and felt that Tan Xuening, that stupid disciple, suddenly became not important at all.

Just as Linghu Jin was about to move, Ji Ling grabbed her wrist and said with a smile, "Little Ciyou, follow us, what are you afraid of?"

Linghu Jin thought to himself, one has a body that has not yet established a foundation, and the other is a seriously injured and dying Immortal Venerable... Who is protecting whom?

She laughed awkwardly and said, "Sir, I'm waiting outside the house..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly stopped. She saw the ordinary face in front of her slowly changing, and finally revealed a face that appeared in her nightmare.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, as if she had seen a ghost.

The almost beautiful face reflected in her pupils suddenly smiled at her.

Ji Lingche asked, "What's wrong? Don't you recognize me now?"