Chapter 23, That sickly guy is actually a master of metaphysics?

"I was deeply saddened to hear of my grandfather's passing." Although Ji Huaizhi said this, a smile played on his lips.

"So I found the murderer so that my grandfather could rest in peace."

Ji Qingshan looked at him, and so did Bai Yun.

Ji Huaiming's eyelids twitched. That idiot, he couldn't escape this: "The murderer? Who knows if you're telling the truth or not?"

“The person has been caught, and my junior brother will bring her here soon.” Ji Huaizhi looked up at the portrait of Grandpa Ji: “I just never thought that Grandpa would leave like this one day. This is the last bit of filial piety I can do.”

Ji Qingshan thought about what his son had said these past few days. Wasn't the Ji family in such a mess because of him?

He harbored resentment towards the Ji family from the very beginning, and his purpose from the moment he descended the mountain was to take revenge on them.

He's only happy when he destroys the Ji family.

“Ever since you came back, the Ji family has been plagued by all sorts of problems.” Ji Qingshan’s right hand flashed, and suddenly he held an iron whip in his hand: “You are indeed very talented, but you hate the Ji family.”

"Therefore I cannot keep you here."

Ji Yao also reached out, his eyes filled with complex emotions. A Seven Star Sword appeared in his hand.

Ji Huaiming curled his lips; he wanted Ji Huai dead.

"I'll deal with the murderer, but you can't be allowed to live either." A murderous glint flashed in Ji Qingshan's eyes. "I'm not your grandfather; I won't keep a threat around."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Qingshan lashed out with his iron whip, which struck Ji Huaizhi directly in the face.

A white wall appeared in front of Ji Huaizhi, which was then broken through by the iron whip and he flipped over to go to the courtyard.

The air pressure caused everyone to retreat, and cracks appeared in the ground.

Ji Qingshan's iron whip extended and retracted, directly wrapping around the large tree outside, sending him flying along with it.

Ji Yao followed with the Seven Star Sword in hand.

The two fought fiercely in the courtyard. Ji Qingshan gritted his teeth and attacked, but found that he couldn't hurt his opponent at all. He roared at Ji Yao:

"What are you waiting for? Why aren't you making a move?"

The Seven Star Sword stood upright in mid-air, with the Big Dipper pattern appearing on its blade.

Ji Yao's expression turned solemn, and the Seven Star Sword flew away.

Ji Huai threw out a talisman, which emitted a blinding light.

It blocked the attack of the Seven Star Sword.

Seeing Ji Huaizhi's weakened state, Ji Huaiming roared, "He can't hold on much longer! He's strong, but he weakens easily!"

Ji Qingshan lashed out with his iron whip, shattering the shield and tightly binding Ji Huaizhi's waist with it.

Ji Yao seized the opportunity and flipped over: "Sword and body become one."

The Seven Star Sword pierced directly into Ji Huaizhi's chest.

Ji Huaiming's eyes reddened with excitement; he couldn't afford to damage that heart.

The other members of the Ji family frowned.

I never expected the eldest son's family to be so intolerant of Ji Huaizhi. It's a pity that the old man is gone, and there's no one to protect him now.

Ji Qingshan was panting heavily, still struggling a bit: "Master Hongdao taught you well. Your explosive power is impressive, but you can't fight for long periods of time."

"As long as I can get past you in front, I can defeat you from behind."

The iron whip continued to contract. Ji Huaizhi vomited blood.

"What a pity." Ji Qingshan's tone was regretful; he was very reluctant to part with this son.

If I had kept him by my side and taught him properly when he was young, he would definitely have become a great person.

He now regrets sending him to Wan'an Mountain.

Ji Yao frowned and remained silent. He had proposed the collaboration earlier, but he hadn't expected the old man to die.

Ji Huaizhi has a demon in his hands; he cannot leave himself any threat.

Ji Huaiming smiled; he had won.

Ji Huaizhi was tightly bound by the iron whip. Just as Ji Qingshan was preparing for the final blow, no one expected that Ji Huaizhi would turn into a dead tree.

When Ji Yao saw the dead tree, his eyes widened.

Ji Qingshan was also stunned.

"What's going on?"

The ground began to change; even though there was no wind, the trees in the yard kept swaying.

Ji Huaiming's smile vanished, replaced by a ruthless glint.

Baiyun exclaimed, "Look!"

Suddenly, many vines rose from the ground and intertwined before their eyes.

Slowly, it twisted into a human shape.

Ji Huaizhi sat casually on the vine: "You want me dead that badly?"

Ji Qingshan frowned: "What kind of sorcery did you use?"

Before Ji Huaizhi could speak, Ji Yao attacked with the Seven Star Sword. But unexpectedly, just as the sword struck him, Ji Huaizhi suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind Ji Yao.

"Uncle, what are you afraid of?"

The vines behind Ji Huaizhi pierced Ji Yao's wrist, and Ji Yao cried out in pain.

The Ji family members didn't dare blink: "He crippled Ji Yao's hand?"

As the Seven Star Sword fell, Ji Yao used his left index and middle fingers together to sever the vines, then placed his left hand in front of his chest and formed a hand seal:

"Seven stars shine brightly, swords point to the heavens, slaying demons and protecting all directions."

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"

The Seven Star Sword suddenly stood upright, forming seven swords, and launched an attack as soon as Ji Yao finished reciting the incantation.

Ji Qingshan cracked his whip, preparing to launch a sneak attack.

Ji Huaizhi reached out, and the vines wrapped around Ji Qingshan's iron whip, extending infinitely and slapping him across the face before binding him so tightly that he could not move.

In front of Ji Huaizhi, vines formed a wooden wall to block the Seven Star Sword.

"Uncle, show me your true strength."

"Let me see what heretical cultivation is."

Ji Huaizhi held a talisman between his fingers, his sharp eyes fixed on Ji Yao.

Wisps of lightning appeared on the talisman, followed by dark clouds gathering in the sky and thunder.

Everyone was stunned by this strange phenomenon.

Many people were surprised because they had just heard Ji Huaizhi say that Ji Yao was an evil cultivator.

"What? Ji Yao is a heretical cultivator? Does the old man know?"

When did this happen?

"An evil cultivator? Was he the one who did the things to the Li family? And what about the strange things that happened in Liancheng before?"

"It's hard to say."

Ji Huaiming was also shocked: "My uncle is actually a heretical cultivator?"

Ji Yao suddenly exuded black energy: "Ji Huaizhi, why are you going against me?"

"I don't want to kill you, but why don't you listen to your uncle?"

Ji Yao exuded an evil aura, and his eyes were somewhat red.

"Uncle, even if I listen to you, you won't let me go. I've already said it, we can only be enemies."

Ji Huaizhi threw the talisman in his hand, and the thunder in the sky became even louder.

Those standing in the courtyard felt a sense of oppressive power.

A bolt of lightning struck Ji Qingshan's iron whip.

Baiyun exclaimed in surprise, "Green Mountain!"

"Ji Huaizhi, let go of your father!"

"Green Mountain! Green Mountain!"

A vine shot out directly in front of Baiyun, nearly piercing her body, startling her so much that she fell to the ground: "You..."

"If you see me, run; if you see me, die." Ji Yao spread his arms, and suddenly countless seven-star swords shimmering with black energy rose up in front of him.

At the same time, it stabbed in the direction of Ji Huaizhi.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, several bolts of lightning struck the Seven Star Sword.

The vines, crackling with lightning, surged forward.

The two clashed several times.

Ji Yao looked tired and wiped the blood from his lips: "They underestimated you. You just look weak."

Ji Huaizhi picked up a burning talisman, his hair blowing in the wind: "Appear."

The burnt-out talisman paper floated up and formed a human shape.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes.

But Ji Yao could see clearly that the evil spirit in front of him had transformed back into A Yuan's appearance.

"Brother Ji Yao".

Ji Yao gripped the sword tightly in his hand: "Change back to normal."

Ji Huaizhi watched them with great interest.

As if he had caught him red-handed, Ji Huaiming quickly stepped forward into the wind and said, "Look, Ji Huaizhi, a Taoist priest, is actually colluding with evil spirits!"

"he!"

"ah!"