Chapter 7 The two were too close

Sheng Zhiyi ignored the notification sound in her mind that the system task was completed.

She hurriedly pulled away from Ji Fuguang's embrace, patting imaginary dust off his body with eager enthusiasm, while explaining:

"Senior brother, we are outnumbered and outmatched in the secret realm, and we haven't even figured out the situation yet. Why must we exterminate the demon race?"

As she spoke, she stole a glance at Ji Fuguang's expression.

Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, may upright gentlemen quickly understand.

The conflict between humans and demons is no longer the main conflict; the main conflict is between humans and demons.

“Senior brother, in the past, some demons caused havoc on the world, and it was our duty to act on behalf of Heaven. But times have changed, and now it is not the demons who are causing trouble every day, but the demon race.”

"Even demons need to cultivate, but as long as demonic energy exists and one harbors evil thoughts, demons have the chance to fall into demonic ways. They also cultivate much faster, posing a far greater threat than demons occasionally harming a few humans!"

"Our initiation trial this time is to slay magical beasts, right? This means that the conflict with the demon race can be put aside for the time being."

After babbling on and on, Sheng Zhiyi kept an eye on Ji Fuguang's expression.

Her senior brother's phoenix eyes were half-closed, his long eyebrows were slightly raised, and his expression was somewhat playful and thoughtful. His wrists unconsciously turned, and the sword light was cold. The ribbon that tied his hair up swirled in the wind, as if suggesting that the thoughts in his mind were fighting.

It's clear that what she said had an effect!

Now is the time to give Ji Fuguang a way out.

"Senior brother, things happened suddenly just now, and I was very offended. Please allow me to make amends."

Sheng Zhiyi patted her chest, a strange confidence welling up inside her, "I'll explore the path to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords for you!"

With that, Sheng Zhiyi took the lead and plunged into the cool mist.

Thick silver mist billowed, wisps of smoke rising from it. The ancient swords stuck in the soil all around were mottled with rust, but upon closer inspection, one could sense the powerful pressure emanating from them, clearly indicating that they were no ordinary artifacts.

She cautiously lifted her foot and stepped down, feeling a sense of relief as she realized the sole was flat and firm before lifting the other foot. In a short while, she had only taken five or six steps.

This is what happens when a body lacks spiritual power.

Sheng Zhiyi sighed again at her own incompetence. She secretly glanced at Ji Fuguang and saw him following behind her, showing no sign of impatience.

He is truly a righteous leader with both excellent temperament and character.

However, since the two of them were too close, her act of secretly taking drugs would definitely not escape Ji Fuguang's notice.

Where did she, a lowly servant, get so many pills?

Ji Fuguang knew her inside and out, and she couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation for this problem.

Forget it, let's not take the risk. If we arouse Ji Fuguang's suspicion and she fails to complete the mission, that would be terrible!

Let's just take it one step at a time and move forward steadily.

Walking along the road, Sheng Zhiyi couldn't help but check the points in her mind. All the points she had accumulated before were used up when she encountered the tree demon, and now the number on the points board was a pitiful 200.

This was something she had to work hard to achieve, shaking hands and hugging him.

Points are hard-earned.

Just as I was reflecting on this, the system's mechanical voice suddenly sounded again:

[Good evening, player Sheng Zhiyi!]

[A new strategy guide has been released. Please check your inbox.]

[Strategy Mission: Get close to Ji Fuguang and gain his favor.]

[Task Reward: 100 points]

[Punishment for failure: Extinction of existence]

[Task completion countdown: 04:00:00]

[Please complete the current strategy mission as soon as possible!]

Not only are the strategy missions getting more and more outrageous, but the countdown timers are also getting shorter and shorter.

Furthermore, what constitutes intimate contact? Does holding hands count?

Sheng Zhiyi frowned, staring at the large characters of the strategy mission in her mind's eye, wishing it would come with a detailed explanation of ten thousand words, defining exactly what "intimate contact" meant.

After much deliberation, he almost stepped on the broken sword.

Forget it, there's no use thinking about it anymore; we still need to learn through practice.

Sheng Zhiyi turned her head and looked intently at Ji Fuguang.

Regardless, we still have to give it a try. The countdown for this mission is too short; we can't delay any longer!

Noticing Sheng Zhiyi's movement, Ji Fuguang raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes gleaming with a gentle and approachable light.

"What's wrong, Junior Sister? Do you have something on your mind again?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, take care, senior brother."

Sheng Zhiyi turned around and sighed inwardly.

No, under normal circumstances, she couldn't get close to Ji Fuguang at all.

It felt like as soon as she got close, Ji Fuguang's spiritual power would gently push her away, and the instigator would also teach her a lesson from various angles.

The strict separation of men and women, the prohibition of physical contact between men and women... just hearing about them gives me a headache.

Just as Sheng Zhiyi was deep in thought, an arrow stuck in the ground seemed to be attracted by something and shot out of the ground with great speed, aiming straight at Ji Fuguang behind her.

"Clang—" The sound of metal and jade clashing suddenly rang out. Ji Fuguang held the sword with one hand and used the other hand to block the arrowhead from moving forward. The two forces clashed and remained deadlocked.

The arrow was brimming with divine power, emitting a blindingly white light. This level of divine power could only be possessed by the purest bloodline of the gods during the great war between gods and demons a thousand years ago.

"Crack..." Ji Fuguang keenly sensed a faint sound coming from the sword, which was obviously no match for the arrow in front of him. If the stalemate continued, he would definitely lose.

Suddenly, he flipped his wrist, and the sword blade sliced ​​diagonally across the arrow shaft. The sharp blade severed the wooden shaft, and the arrow broke in two and fell to the ground.

The white light diminished by more than half and converged on the arrowhead. The arrowhead bounced a few times, trying to continue shooting at Ji Fuguang, but without the tail, it was unable to get up.

"Such persistence is truly admirable." Ji Fuguang's thin lips curled slightly, his narrow phoenix eyes showing a hint of appreciation. However, his wrist flicked swiftly, his longsword pointing at the arrow, spiritual energy gathering and mercilessly crushing it into dust.

Sheng Zhiyi was startled and quickly ran over to ask, "Senior brother, are you injured? Why did these arrows on the ground suddenly attack you?"

Ji Fuguang glanced at her and slowly shook his head. "It's nothing, but this sword is probably no longer usable."

He flipped his wrist, raising the sword upright.

Fine cracks have begun to appear on the once clear and smooth sword.

"As long as everyone is alright, that's all that matters. As for swords, there are plenty here!" Sheng Zhiyi quickly reassured her.

She subconsciously reached out to grab Ji Fuguang's clothes, but Ji Fuguang flicked his sleeve, using gentle spiritual energy to push her arm away.

Their movements were gentle yet resolute, leaving no trace whatsoever. Only the two of them knew what was going on, and even a third person standing nearby would not be able to tell a thing.

Ji Fuguang is truly handsome and kind-hearted; he couldn't bear to offend others.

Sheng Zhiyi sighed inwardly. She obediently withdrew her hand and continued to smile, "There are many weapons here, and there might even be high-level weapons with weapon spirits. Senior Brother can even take them as his natal sword!"

"In that case, I'll take your kind words, Junior Sister."

Ji Fuguang spoke indifferently and casually tossed the long sword in his hand to the ground.

With a clang, the sword collided with the rusted weapon, widening the crack and causing fragments to fall to the ground, leaving a notch on the blade.

Suddenly remembering something, Sheng Zhiyi said, "Senior brother, the spirits of high-level weapons have different temperaments, but the higher the grade of the spirit, the less it allows the master to have the aura of other spirits on him when recognizing him."

The longsword that Ji Fuguang used before was a sect-standard sword, mass-produced, and naturally there would be no weapon spirit in such a weapon.

But nowadays, in this Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, the weapons are of different grades, and you never know which sword you might pick up might be hiding a weapon spirit.

It's best not to pick up a sword casually before you've confirmed your destined weapon.

Sheng Zhiyi straightened her back, and finally expressed what she most wanted to say:

"Senior brother, don't make a move. I'll protect you from now on!"

Ji Fuguang's long eyelashes trembled slightly as his gaze slowly swept over Sheng Zhiyi from top to bottom.

The girl's almond-shaped eyes sparkled with starlight, dazzling and seemingly capable of burning a hole through this hypocritical world.

However, Ji Fuguang knew that this was nothing more than a mayfly trying to shake a tree, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

A smile played on his lips, and a voice as gentle as a spring stream flowed from his thin lips:

"OK."

Let's see how long you can keep up this act.

Sheng Zhiyi made a solemn vow and drew his longsword to block in front of him.

While Ji Fuguang was fighting the arrows, she had already exchanged some of her points for pills in her storage bag. She took out a few pills and held them under her tongue, ready to swallow them at the critical moment.

In this way, she personally protected Ji Fuguang, using her body as a sword to stand in front of him, which naturally brought the two of them closer.

If a damsel in distress were to rescue a hero, and she were to hold Ji Fuguang in her arms...

We're probably not far from completing the mission!

Crisis, crisis, while dangerous, is also her opportunity.

Sheng Zhiyi was secretly plotting in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the better she felt the idea was.

Moreover, she did not lie to Ji Fuguang. The matter of high-level weapon spirits was common knowledge in the cultivation world, and everyone who was preparing to obtain their natal sword had made plans about it.

Either prepare a container for holding the weapons in advance, or just use an ordinary longsword normally.

Currently, there is no container, and it is impossible to confirm which sword does not contain a weapon spirit.

Her actions solved Ji Fuguang's immediate problem.

A perfect win-win situation.

The two walked through wisps of silver mist, and before they knew it, they had already traversed half of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.

Suddenly, a majestic voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the entire Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, reverberating and reverberating:

"Who dares to trespass here? Without notice or summons, they shall be killed without mercy!"

Great opportunity!

Sheng Zhiyi turned around and grabbed Ji Fuguang's arm, trying to pull him behind her.

At the same time, he swung his longsword, creating one flourish after another.

"Be careful, senior brother!"

Then she watched helplessly as Ji Fuguang subtly moved his wide sleeves and easily broke free from her grasp.

Looking up, his long eyelashes drooped slightly above his phoenix eyes, and the sunlight cast a faint shadow on his dark eyes, making them appear even more profound.

Ji Fuguang smiled with a hint of amusement, his voice slow and deliberate: "Junior Sister is usually so clever, how come you can't even distinguish this kind of voice?"