[Jinjiang Exclusive] That Xiuxian is Xun

What's happening?

Rather than being surprised, Luo Shiqin felt more confused at this moment.

Isn’t it said that cultivators don’t have reincarnation?

"Cultivators don't reincarnate, but I'm not a reincarnation," the casual cultivator in a red outfit grabbed her hand, his eyes sharp but his smile wantonly, "How could Qu Zhiwei, the one and only casual cultivator in the world, need any reincarnation!"

The current situation is not suitable for asking more questions.

Even though his entire body appeared to be a translucent virtual color, Qu Zhiwei still looked heroic in his red dress.

She held Luo Shiqin's hand and moved it to the side to avoid Fan Ji's claw-like attack.

The hem of her dress fluttered, and the red and white hem of her skirt blocked Luo Shiqin's eyes like a blooming carnation.

Oh my god.

You know that feeling when a character who was just a few sentences in a novel, on paper, jumps into reality and appears in front of you?

This is how Luo Shiqin feels now.

But compared to the few words in "Seeking Destiny and Asking the Way", Qu Zhiwei is more lively and cheerful than the image she imagined.

But there is more to it than that.

This blooming carnation is lively yet delicate.

Qu Zhiwei: "It's okay, relax."

"Use me as you wish," she cried. "Do not be afraid. You have more power than you think!"

The pair of brown-black pupils burst into brilliant light. Under her guidance, the bone sword in Luo Shiqin's hand cut open Fan Ji's throat!

"Well--"

With a hissing sound in his throat, he took two steps back to increase the distance between them, and then looked at Luo Shiqin with an expression of disbelief and suspicion.

The two of them were in a temporary standoff.

Luo Shiqin stroked the hilt of the bone sword, then turned her head to look at Qu Zhiwei who was standing beside her.

She was still blushing, but for the first time, her face, which had always been smiling, showed seriousness and calmness.

"You..." Luo Shiqin thought for a moment and said, "You are not Fan Ji Huanjue?"

"Hmm?" The female cultivator who was being questioned seemed to have just reacted, and she looked over and smiled again. "What hallucination?"

Luo Shiqin looked at her for two or three seconds and said softly, "Fan Ji said he could see you all the time."

Qu Zhiwei: "What? He can't see me."

The female cultivator folded her arms and looked at the ferocious man opposite her with a calm expression.

"I have been with him for nearly a hundred years and have talked to him countless times, but he has never paid any attention to me." Qu Zhiwei said calmly, "What he saw was probably what he wanted to see."

She tilted her head and winked at Luo Shiqin playfully. "It seems that you are the only one who can see me - I guess it's because we have similar abilities."

Luo Shiqin was startled, then said affirmatively: "Predict the future."

With her free left hand raised to her neck, Luo Shiqin asked her, "Can you see this?"

"Sorry, your neck looks normal." Qu Zhiwei took a look and said, "Maybe I'm not very skilled."

She spoke carelessly, and before Luo Shiqin could react and think about how to respond, Qu Zhiwei smiled and waved her hand: "It's okay, I have a clear self-awareness."

"But there are very few skills in the world that can predict the future, and most of them have similar aspects," she said, and took Luo Shiqin's hand holding the sword again, "Be careful, he's coming again."

After a brief ceasefire, Fan Ji attacked again.

This time, Luo Shiqin's mind was not on fighting with him.

"It's actually very simple to deal with him," Qu Zhiwei took her hand and spun her around. The two of them no longer looked like they were fighting, but more like they were dancing a duet at a party.

"Just stab me into his heart - but don't do that for now," the nun said with a smile, "we still have to wait for the right time."

She suddenly spread her five fingers, then gently pushed Luo Shiqin, gently pushing it out of Fan Ji's attack range.

"You can take this opportunity to practice how to use your talents—"

Talent...

Luo Shiqin touched the copy of "Seeking Fate and Asking the Way" on the bone sword. After the familiar smoke waves, the words unfolded before her eyes.

But this is unfolded from Qu Zhiwei's perspective.

After reading this chapter, Luo Shiqin finally understood why she said that the methods of predicting the future in the world are very similar.

Qu Zhiwei can see random fragments of the future. Although this skill is not controllable, it will be forcibly activated when one is in crisis, allowing the practitioner to glimpse the secrets in advance and avoid harm.

These fragmented predictions are sometimes long and sometimes short. Compared with the book of life that Luo Shiqin saw, it is obvious that one is a messy and disordered puzzle and the other is a complete picture.

But Luo Shiqin's life book showed her everything in detail, so the obviously thrilling battle now seemed to be no different from the novice instruction at the kindergarten level.

Qu Zhiwei stood beside her and praised her: "You are much better than me."

"No," Luo Shiqin said softly as she distanced herself from Fan Ji again, "Your character is much stronger than mine."

Qu Zhiwei was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Did you see it?"

"The flesh and blood was eaten, the spine was made into a sword, and the soul was trapped," Luo Shiqin looked past her at the scumbag whose breath was becoming increasingly unstable. She frowned and said, "You clearly saw it, didn't you?"

"That's amazing," the nun first looked at her with admiration, then explained, "But I don't see as clearly as you do."

"Many things can only be understood after trying them. I have used this technique to help many people, saving them from hunger and killing." Qu Zhiwei spread his hands, "I can indeed see the fate of the people in the future, but who said that people have only one fate?"

Even the old lady who taught her back then calculated that she would have two possible outcomes.

"I feel that I can change everyone's fate, make those who die young live longer, give peace of mind to the kind-hearted, and help those who have lost their way return to the right path."

"I thought he could do it, too." Qu Zhiwei's expression was not sad, but calm and disappointed. "It seems that I still haven't learned it well enough."

"But," she suddenly closed her eyes.

You plant a seedling and you grow with it.

Even if you know that this tree cannot bloom, you still think: It doesn’t matter, I’ll be happy as long as it has lush branches and leaves.

But the tree was bad from the beginning. Its roots were rotten and its trunk was hollowed out.

Even if it was repaired countless times, it still couldn't be saved.

You loved the tree, but the tree will not be saved by love.

You have to learn to give up.

Because rotten trees are infested with insects and will harm other living things.

She slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no more sadness in Qu Zhiwei's eyes, only the determination he showed when facing the inevitable disasters that he had experienced countless times.

"If you think I'm resigned to my fate, you're totally wrong."

"If he insists on following his damn fate," Qu Zhiwei put his hands together, closed his eyes and said seriously, "then I will give in and respect his fate."

Then he opened his eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Then send him to hell with your own hands."

"Compared to him alone,"

The female cultivator who had been remembered by millions of people and worshipped for a hundred years sneered.

"Obviously, the tens of thousands of innocent and self-reliant civilians are more worthy of my sympathy."

Luo Shiqin: …

She turned around and looked at Fan Ji, whose body was being healed by the ghost energy, and remained silent.

Gentle Weiwei?

No, it’s Qu Zhiwei, the casual cultivator who can twist your head off in anger!

The wind was howling more and more fiercely overhead, and the two fights between Luo Shiqin and Fan Ji were fast and efficient.

The time was not long, but it was enough for the tribulation thunderclouds that were scattered in all directions to gather together.

"It's coming," Qu Zhiwei crossed his arms, looked up at the dense thunderclouds, narrowed his eyes and muttered, "I'm actually being controlled by the ghost energy..."

After looking at the sky for a while, the casual cultivator who could predict the future spoke up: "I asked a talisman cultivator to cast a spell on my spine before."

She nonchalantly said something creepy, "It can cut off the connection between the ghost energy and the host."

Qu Zhiwei made sufficient preparations before his death.

"Find a chance to attract his attention for a while," Qu Zhiwei moved his hands, a little regretful, "It's a pity that the sword doesn't have the spiritual energy he injected into it, and it's a little blocked when I wield it."

Luo Shiqin: I understand, the battery is out.

She thought for a few seconds, then said, "I have a way."

Not only can it charge Qu Zhiwei, but it can also remove the evil spirit that Fan Ji was controlling to overcome the thunderclouds.

Qu Zhiwei laughed: "I knew you had a way!"

"But you have to be careful," she stepped back with her left foot, and placed her right hand on the hilt of the bone sword together with Luo Shiqin's, "The ghost energy is not so easy to dissipate."

Luo Shiqin chuckled:

"Of course I can't do it alone," she smiled, "Don't we have you guys here?"

Fan Ji stood on the beach, enduring the pain of the ghost energy that felt like worms eating his bone marrow.

The wound on his throat that had been cut earlier was repaired ugly by the ghost energy, but at least it was repaired.

He is becoming less and less of a human being now.

With a pair of gloomy eyes looking at Luo Shiqin who was holding his life-long sword, Fan Ji gritted his teeth secretly.

Now, there is only one way to break through the enemy's defense line by surprise.

His fangs bit the tender flesh of his mouth, biting and grinding it gently until the smell of blood spread in his mouth.

Fan Ji shouted something, but Luo Shiqin couldn't make it out. But she could see that after he shouted this, the lightning accumulated in the clouds in the sky struck her on the head!

Right now!

Luo Shiqin's eyes lit up, and then she rushed towards Fan Ji -

The woman in front of him seemed to finally realize the crisis and rushed towards him regardless of everything.

The ghost spirit quickly climbed forward along the ground, trying to entangle and tear her ankles, but was fooled by the woman's strange steps and unpredictable identity.

She actually ran to Fan Ji!

At the same time, thunder from the sky was about to fall, and then it struck fiercely on——

On that bone sword?!?

Qu Zhiwei was still a little confused when he was thrown out by Luo Shiqin.

She believed this young monk and naturally had no defenses against her, or what could a sword provide defense against.

A huge amount of rich spiritual energy was forcefully poured into the bone sword. For mortals or monks, this would cause them unbearable pain, but for a lifeless magical sword?

It’s no less than charging a power bank instantly.

The lightning did not kill Luo Shiqin, but instead made the hairs on Fan Ji's back stand up. His pupils shrank and he instantly realized that something was wrong!

The pain came so quickly that Fan Ji didn't even have time to react until his head was almost completely separated from his body.

He subconsciously turned around and raised his hand to block, but he saw that the bone sword was emitting a golden light.

It pierced into his heart which had shrunk after being corroded by the evil spirit!

"……slight…?"

In a trance, Fan Ji seemed to see the female cultivator from that year holding a long sword and talking to him with a smile.

"Fan, Ji!"

It's not an illusion.

The casual cultivator holding a bone sword shouted out his full name, his bright eyes filled with raging rage.

“Give me – Die!!”

The bone sword exploded instantly! Broken bones carrying rich spiritual energy pierced into the ghost cultivator's body from all angles, and even the shrunken heart was pierced through!

"slight…!"

Fan Ji'gu's eyes widened with disbelief.

And in front of him, the casual cultivator dressed in red no longer had the gentle smile he once had.

"I save the world,"

The cultivator's face was indifferent, and his voice was filled with an imperceptible sadness, which finally turned into decisiveness.

"I can't ferry you."

“——Destroy!”

In an instant, the fragments of the bone sword exploded, and thick black gas rushed out of the ghost cultivator's body, trying to escape in all directions.

The tiny pieces of bone were trying their best to cut off all the escaping ghost spirits. For a moment, unintelligible wails echoed throughout the dark sky.

After an unknown amount of time, the wailing sound gradually became quieter, and the ghost cultivator's body was cut into pieces and gradually dissipated - without the endless supply of ghost energy, Fan Ji could no longer be resurrected.

Those who deserve to die should be buried in the abyss.

Don't always think about climbing out of the sewer.

"...It's over." Qu Zhiwei murmured as she fell to the ground. She stretched out her hand, but received nothing. Only a gentle breeze passed through her fingers.

She closed her eyes, then smiled again when she reopened her eyes.

"Thank you," she looked at Luo Shiqin and shrugged, "I've been running for so long, I have to take a rest now."

Luo Shiqin said nothing.

Qu Zhiwei smiled and said, "People like us who can see the fate of others must learn to respect their fate."

"But remember," she said softly, her bright eyes as gentle as water, "Don't be easily defeated by the hardships of fate."

"Luo Shiqin," the nun called her name for the first time, and both of them knew what it meant. "Can you give me a hug?"

The girl standing in front of her walked forward without hesitation and hugged her weakly.

This is not a hug.

This is also a hug.

“You did a great job,”

The girl's voice was trembling, but full of deep affirmation.

"You saved a lot of lives."

Stop saying that you are not skilled enough and stop being so hard on yourself.

You have done very well.

The river breeze blew, blowing away Luo Shiqin's hair. She looked at the empty space ahead, and what remained in her mind was Qu Zhiwei's last brilliant smile.

It's a little late, this chapter drops a hundred small red envelopes QwQ

There are more to come~