Chapter 16: Saving the Demonic Villain 3

Hearing about the contract, Xing Jian instantly became alert. Isn't this the key point of the plot? Xing Jian spit out his snake tongue and climbed up Feng Chuqiu's wrist along the fingertips.

"You agree, little snake, don't you?"

The answer to Feng Chuqiu was the hissing sound of the Star Sword. A white light flashed, and the golden pattern of the contract appeared in Feng Chuqiu's palm and on the head of the little white snake.

"Okay, little snake, let's go." Feng Chuqiu untied the storage bag at his waist and wanted to put the little white snake in front of him into the bag. Xingjian stared at the bag embroidered with demon-suppressing talismans and shook his head. Then he wrapped his snake tail around Feng Chuqiu's sword tassel and swung it violently, and the whole snake coiled around the hilt of the sword.

Then Feng Chuqiu heard an unfamiliar voice in his mind, "I don't like it being pitch black." The cold voice sounded from Feng Chuqiu's mind. He paused and tied the storage bag back to his waist.

Feng Chuqiu looked at the little white snake in front of him and realized that the person speaking in his head was the little white snake in front of him.

Xingjian coiled his body around Feng Chuqiu's hilt, and the motionless little white snake looked like an ornament hanging on the hilt.

The particularly pleasant voice made Feng Chuqiu stunned. He decided to respect the wishes of his first spiritual pet and did not take out the storage bag again.

The star sword hung on the hilt, and the pair of snake eyes stared at Feng Chuqiu motionlessly. Why did the soul of the villain in front of him look so familiar? That familiar smell was almost exactly the same as Ming Feiyuan in the previous world.

It is impossible for two identical souls to exist in the small world, and for two identical souls to be the objects of one's own tasks at the same time.

Xing Jian didn't feel the slightest bit of excitement about the reunion. He looked at the guy in front of him, who was this strange soul that connected his two worlds?

Xingjian did not tell 004 about his discovery. After all, 004 didn't even know that he had kidnapped the villain in the previous world. Now that they met again, Xingjian decided to wait and see what this strange soul wanted to do.

The selection process for the Yuhua Sect's Immortal Cultivation Conference has always been fair, just and open. Feng Chuqiu relied on his own strength to make it through step by step, setting a new speed for passing the trials in the Immortal Cultivation Conference.

The jade token of clearance fell into Feng Chuqiu's palm. Amid the cheers of the surrounding disciples, Feng Chuqiu lowered his head and stroked the little white snake on the hilt of the sword. His eyes were particularly gentle.

Only the Star Sword coiled on Feng Chuqiu's hilt knew that Feng Chuqiu's record would be broken again when Lu Zikun arrived in the next hundred years.

As the most dazzling disciple of this class, Feng Chuqiu was naturally assigned to the best courtyard.

Compared to a luxurious residence like the imperial palace, the courtyard allocated by the Yuhua Sect was naturally a bit shabby, but Feng Chuqiu obviously didn't care about that. He was no longer the little prince he used to be. He had been tortured by the imperial teacher for several years, so naturally he no longer cared about these things.

After putting away the luggage he brought with him, Feng Chuqiu thought of his little snake. He reached out and took the snake off and held it in his palm.

"Little snake, do you have a name?" Feng Chuqiu knew that the little snake had become intelligent. He wanted to give it a name but was afraid that the little snake already had a name.

"My name is Xingjian." That pleasant voice came into Feng Chuqiu's mind again. The tips of his ears turned slightly red and a gentle smile appeared on his face, which was completely different from the look in his eyes that day in the Spirit Valley.

Suddenly, another cold voice appeared in Feng Chuqiu's mind, "It's just a small snake. It will leave you in less than three days."

As soon as that voice came out, Feng Chuqiu paused as he was about to reach out and touch the Star Sword.

The other voice in his mind suddenly appeared after the national teacher pulled out his spiritual roots. The man said that it was himself a thousand years later who watched helplessly as he was tortured by the national teacher.

For a while, he always thought that the strange voice was his inner demon, but ever since he escaped from the hands of the national teacher, that person predicted his own experiences again and again, forcing Feng Chuqiu to begin to believe that that person was the so-called future self a hundred years later.

"No, we have already formed a contract." Feng Chuqiu refuted another voice in his mind. Looking at the stubborn look of the little guy in front of him, the future "Feng Chuqiu" recalled the experience of catching this spirit snake. Did this snake say that its name was Xingjian before?

Feng Chuqiu only remembered that the snake disappeared a few days after it became his spirit beast. He searched for the snake on the mountain for a long time but could not find any trace of it. Later, even the contract disappeared.

Thinking of this, Feng Chuqiu suddenly wanted to touch the little snake in front of him. He occupied one of the young Feng Chuqiu's hands, hovered his fingertips three inches above the spirit snake, and then gently touched it.

In just a moment, his spirit body was squeezed out by the young man Feng Chuqiu.

"You are not allowed to occupy my body!" The young Feng Chuqiu reacted extremely violently to the man's actions. He watched his right hand uncontrollably touch the three inches of the spirit snake. For just a moment, the young Feng Chuqiu thought that the man was going to kill the spirit snake.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~"

The Star Sword wrapped around Feng Chuqiu sensed something was amiss. Why did it just sense murderous intent from Feng Chuqiu? Although it was only for a moment, it was quite easy for the Star Sword, which did not suppress any power, to capture that murderous intent.

But in just a moment, the vague murderous intent disappeared.

Looking at the young man's irritable look, Feng Chuqiu instantly felt bored and said nothing, but his eyes were looking at the lively eyes of the little snake. Did this stupid little snake sense something?

Then he sank the spirit body into Feng Chuqiu's sea of ​​consciousness.

In the following days, Feng Chuqiu practiced with the disciples in the sect. However, as a disciple with a single fire spiritual root, Feng Chuqiu learned more and more complicated things than the average disciple.

Of course, Feng Chuqiu was not the only one practicing. Xing Jian also embarked on his own path of cultivation.

The Star Sword, which is not restricted by the world's rules, is extremely powerful in this world, but in order to transform it into a usable force, it still requires certain skills.

So Xing Jian relied on his ability to sneak into the Yuhua Sect's library countless times to absorb knowledge. Before Feng Chuqiu reached the Golden Core stage, Xing Jian could already transform into a human form and wander around in the human world.

Xing Jian, immersed in the cold spring, looked at himself transformed into a human form with satisfaction. His waist-length white hair and charming appearance made it clear at a glance that the man in front of him was no ordinary person.