Chapter 36

Chu Jiao hasn't been having a good time recently.

After the young master Dai Zisheng was tricked into going to the lower world, he did not die. After he came back, he and the sect leader cleaned up the group of people who secretly harmed him and put down the civil unrest. In fact, Chu Jiao was also involved, but fortunately he escaped and no evidence was found.

I thought I could rest easy, but I didn't expect that the young master started to dislike the Chu family. After asking around, I found out that Dai Zisheng had two saviors when he was in the lower world, and one of them was Chu Jinglan.

The Chu family drove Chu Jinglan out of the house, and Dai Zisheng cut off many resources that the three Chu family members in the Huanjian Sect should have received.

The entire Chu family was filled with hatred, especially Chu Jinglan. Why didn't they tell us earlier that he was the savior of the young master of the Illusion Sword Sect!

If they had known earlier, the Chu family would definitely not chase him away, but in order to prevent Chu Jinglan from saying bad things about the Chu family in front of the Huanjian Sect, they would definitely have placed restrictions on him.

Or he could just act stupid or crazy. Even if the Illusion Sword Sect wanted to take him to the middle realm, it would never be a situation that would be disadvantageous to the Chu family. The stupid Chu Jinglan was still a member of the Chu family, and his life-saving grace to the young master could still be counted on the Chu family.

In the world of cultivation, when a person has not yet grown up, there are constraints everywhere, even if you are a genius.

Some people will treat geniuses as treasures, and naturally there will be people who are committed to strangling geniuses in the cradle. With Chu Jinglan's talent that initially astonished the three realms, a mere Phantom Sword Gate could not protect him.

Chu Jinglan had been hunted down many times in the lower world. There were also other families in the lower world working for certain sects in the middle world, but they were reluctant to pass on the news of the Chu family's genius. After all, if the Chu family gained a big profit, they would suppress them in turn. Thanks to this, the Huanjian Sect successfully kept the news of Chu Jinglan in the lower world.

Otherwise, when most of the sects in the Middle Realm and the Upper Realm know about it and start snatching people away, the Middle Realm will definitely not be able to snatch people away from the Upper Realm, and the small sects will definitely not be able to snatch people away from the big sects. Chu Jinglan may be successfully escorted to the Upper Realm, or he may die on the way.

After all, no matter how talented he is, he is only a golden elixir, and there are too many people in the Three Realms who can kill him.

As for why the people from other families in the lower world didn't just spread the news to disrupt the pool and plunge Chu Jinglan into a bloody storm, it was because they were afraid that Chu Jinglan might win.

Chu Jinglan's situation is the result of a game of hearts and minds among multiple parties.

If he was originally born in a famous sect in the upper realm, and was strictly protected since childhood, no one dared to bully him, and he would not have to walk the long journey from the lower realm to the upper realm, and could grow up well, it would be a different situation.

Chu Jinglan is now disabled, and no one knows whether he is dead or alive. Chu Jiao's life has become miserable because of a disabled person, and he feels extremely annoyed just thinking about it.

Dai Zisheng obviously targeted those with the surname Chu. This was more than the first or second time he had caused trouble since he came back. Now he had to call his name when running errands. Chu Jiao was really filled with resentment.

There were too many flying swords and flying boats going up the mountain, so it was not convenient for them to guard their swords when going down the mountain. After all, going down the mountain meant going against the flow of people. It would be better to walk and then guard their swords when they came back.

The worst thing is that I have to go back and forth twice for this.

When Chu Jiao ran down the mountain for the second time, his face was gloomy. The two disciples beside him thought that running errands was nothing, but seeing how depressed he was, they kindly said for the sake of their journey: "The sect trusts us, so they let us do the work. It's okay, and it's not a big deal. Just walk a few more steps and take a look at the scenery of Lin'an."

Chu Jiao's expression eased slightly, and he snorted, "You guys are so open-minded - what are you doing!"

On the way down the mountain, there were barriers everywhere, and the straight road had to be walked in a winding way. When passing by a protective shield, the person inside suddenly stood up and bumped into Chu Jiao.

Chu Jiao was in a bad mood: "Don't you have eyes?"

The person who bumped into him was wearing a silver mask. His cultivation was so weak that it could hardly be counted. He was just a beginner in Qigong. After bumping into him, he lowered his head and said, "Sorry..."

The sound was buzzing and I couldn't hear it clearly.

To be honest, if a Jindan was touched by a Qigong practitioner, it was definitely his own incompetence. He was distracted to the point of losing basic vigilance, but Chu Jiao certainly would not admit that it was his own problem.

Although Chu Jiao wanted to teach him a lesson, he would be in trouble if he started fighting in front of the shield and the disciples of the academy thought he was trying to steal their territory. The other two disciples of the Illusion Sword Sect were also afraid that he would cause trouble, so they hurriedly pushed him away: "Hey, hey, I didn't mean it, forget it."

Chu Jiao was pushed away.

After they left, Chu Jinglan, who "accidentally" bumped into Chu Jiao, raised his head. There was no apology or fear in his eyes under the mask.

The one controlling the body at this time was Xiao Mo.

Although the place where they were was crowded, they were all people of low cultivation. Earlier, Xiao Mo went out from the protective shield, pretending to take a stroll while slowly practicing a technique to conceal his aura. As he walked outside, he made the people around him ignore him, and then he disappeared in a blind spot and returned to Chu Jinglan's body.

With the collision just now, Xiao Mo released a black mist which climbed onto Chu Jiao's body and merged into him silently.

Xiao Mo can devour the desires of living beings to gain power, but in the new skills he learned, he does the opposite, transforming power into deep desires to disturb people's hearts.

Different from directly controlling people as puppets, people who fall under this spell will not feel that they are being controlled. They will think that all their actions are of their own will, but they don't know that their own will has been silently affected.

As for how the desire will be overturned, it depends on the choice of the person performing the surgery.

Xiao Mo controlled the black mist to quietly slide into Chu Jiao's sea of ​​consciousness, and said to Chu Jinglan in his mind: "I saw jealousy, unwillingness, and accumulated irritability... If you are not a person with a superior character, you will be much more relaxed."

Chu Jiao is almost a hundred years old, his cultivation is in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and his spiritual power is far inferior to Xiao Mo, so he invaded easily.

Xiao Mo picked out a few evil thoughts, buried them in the black mist, crouched down, and then eroded them bit by bit, slowly spreading outwards.

Chu Jiao frowned as he walked down the mountain. The scene of being hit just now appeared in his mind again.

He had clearly intended to let it go, but suddenly he became angrier and angrier for some unknown reason, and had the urge to go back and beat the guy up.

He was already being targeted by Dai Zisheng within the sect, so how could he be bullied by some weak and independent cultivator who might show up from some corner when he went out?

But the two people beside him still put on their good-natured faces and tried to persuade him with a smile.

I can’t hit this, I can’t hit that, ah, so annoying…

Chu Jiao couldn't help but said, "Stop laughing! Go back as soon as you're done!"

The two were stunned by his shouting, and looked at each other, feeling unhappy, but neither of them was particularly fond of picking fights, and their expressions turned cold: "Okay, let's do our work first."

After you're done, you quickly separate. Who do you think would be willing to be with you?

What Xiao Mo did was equivalent to burying a simple version of a demon in Chu Jiao's heart that was about to explode. After he was done, he appeared in a blind spot where no one could see him, pretending to have come back from a stroll on the mountain road, and walked back into the protective shield that belonged to the five of them.

Two people who were walking around were eating dry food. They had chatted with Xiao Mo for a few times and were quite familiar with him. They even said hello to him: "Are you back from shopping?"

Xiao Mo smiled: "Yeah."

He stood beside Chu Jinglan and whispered to him, "Within two days, Chu Jiao's evil intentions will fully erupt."

At the beginning, the Chu family drove Wanyu crazy, and used their own method to treat her, making Chu Jiao a madman in the eyes of others. Evil thoughts will inevitably lead to evil things. When he goes crazy and does something irreversible, this place is crowded with righteous people, and so many people from the Illusion Sword Sect have also come, anyone of them could become the knife that takes his life.

He was asking for trouble, who would suspect Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan?

However, Xiao Mo tapped the flute lightly on his palm. This was the first time he tried to bury his desires in someone else's consciousness. Some things can only be summarized after actual practice. Xiao Mo immediately discovered the shortcomings and room for improvement.

"I find it's still not perfect." Xiao Mo still said in voice transmission, "After all, there is no guarantee what he will do in the end. What if he doesn't cause a big enough disturbance, and the people from the Illusion Sword Gate decide to take him back to the gate to deal with him instead of killing him on the spot..."

Xiao Mo frowned, thinking back to the feeling of the black mist stirring up evil thoughts in his sea of ​​consciousness, and thought: "Actually, I should rank them, which evil thoughts came first and which came later, and then listen to his inner voice and understand what he cares about most recently."

"In this way, I can even arrange a script for Chu Jiao, implant the evil thoughts into his mind, and make sure he walks onto the cliff and jumps from the east, so he won't jump from the west."

He spoke horrifying things in a very scholarly, thoughtful tone.

But the funny thing is, the audience didn't find it scary.

Chu Jinglan was very good at grasping his key point: "Heart voice, can you hear other people's heart voices?"

Xiao Mo came back to his senses from his academic research: "It's passable, but I'm not proficient yet, so I can't understand much."

Chu Jinglan didn't know if she had thought about whether her inner demon would steal her thoughts. Logically, the inner demon had a natural ability to know the original body's thoughts, but for a long time, Xiao Mo showed a disconnection from Chu Jinglan's emotions. Chu Jinglan tried several times, but found that Xiao Mo had no way of knowing what she was thinking in her heart.

But now, Xiao Mo said he can listen to his heart.

Xiao Mo glanced at Chu Jinglan's deep eyes and couldn't help but say, "I haven't eavesdropped on your thoughts."

The first time he lost control was not counted. At that time, a large number of shocked heart sounds came continuously, which scared Xiao Mo and he quickly cut them off.

Chu Jinglan's eyes were filled with a hint of complexity: "Don't you think that when you say this, it makes it seem like you are reading my mind?"

"Even if I don't tell you, you will still be suspicious." Xiao Mo raised his eyelids and said nonchalantly, "Why not tell me? At least I will feel better."

Xiao Mo crossed his arms and snorted: "Besides, most of the time, I know what you are thinking just by looking at your eyes."

Chu Jinglan glanced at Xiao Mo lightly, recited the sword technique silently in his mind, and then suddenly interrupted in the sword technique: There is a dirty and ugly bug under the hem of your clothes.

Xiao Mo's expression did not change at all. He did not even look down subconsciously, and the corner of his eye did not move.

Chu Jinglan said one more sentence: Your clothes don’t look good today.

Xiao Mo remained indifferent and had no intention of arguing with him.

Chu Jinglan confirmed: Well, I don’t know if it happened before, but at least I’m not reading minds all the time.

There are actually no bugs on the upper and lower parts, and the clothes look nice.

Today, Xiao Mo was wearing a goose-yellow tuxedo, a simple and neat high ponytail, a black leather corset, and long boots. His figure was as slender as a willow, graceful as a jade tree in the wind, and he looked like a handsome young man. Even with a mask covering his eyebrows and eyes, he could not hide his spirit.

Chu Jinglan: "Well, I believe you."

Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows beneath the mask.

Not moved.

Xiao Mo gave up on transmitting the message and spoke directly, saying faintly, "It's not your style to say you believe so easily. Senior brother, you didn't say bad things about me in your heart just now to test me, did you?"

To some extent, Xiao Mo can literally read someone's mind just by glancing at his expression.

There's clearly no sign of change on his face?

Chu Jinglan also gave a bit of honesty: "It's not a bad thing."

He only denied the "bad words" part, which meant he admitted that he had just said something in his mind.

Xiao Mo snorted lightly but was not angry. After all, that was the way people like Chu Jinglan were, meticulous and vigilant. If he suddenly said, "I trust you 100%," Xiao Mo would still suspect that he had a fever again.

Xiao Mo switched back to voice transmission and got straight to business: "If Chu Jiao is lucky enough not to die within two days, I will come again."

He paused before asking, "It feels like I'm using him as a guinea pig to practice magic. Do you mind the wasted time?"

"will not."

Chu Jinglan lowered his eyes and looked at his hands. He could still hold the sword, but he didn't have the ability to kill. Any enemy now had a higher level of cultivation than him. Only when Xiao Mo controlled his hands could he temporarily regain the power to kill.

Chu Jinglan said calmly in the voice transmission: "You can use him to practice and master the skills more. You are going to kill him anyway, so you can make the best use of him. What's wrong with that?"

Chu Jiao was just the first one, and he would not be a useless person all his life. Chu Jinglan pinched his finger bones. He must take back his own cultivation and settle accounts one by one.

Xiao Mo was satisfied: "Then I feel relieved."

After a while, three people flew across the sky with swords and headed up the mountain. They were Chu Jiao and his two companions who had returned after finishing their work. The other two disciples of the Illusion Sword Sect had clearly distanced themselves from Chu Jiao, and it seemed that they were not happy working together.

Yan Chun had just put down his book and was changing his mind when he saw Xiao Mo looking up and concentrating on something. He also looked up, but there were so many flying swords in the sky that he was dazzled and had no idea what Xiao Mo was looking at.

Yan Chun was curious: "Senior brother?"

Xiao Mo: "Hmm? Is there something you don't understand that you want to ask me?"

"Uh, no."

It is true that he does not understand, but he has no intention of asking, because asking will only make him more confused. He still has not figured out the difference between water, fire and fog.

Yan Chun sighed. If he and Chu Xia really had no talent for cultivation, it would be nice if they could stay with their master and senior brother and do odd jobs.

*

Chu Jiao and the others returned to the Huanjian Sect team and handed over the task to Dai Zisheng. Chu Jiao gave a perfunctory fist-fuck and turned around to leave. Dai Zisheng glanced at his back, turned around and asked the two people with stinky faces: "Why do you have such a stinky face?"

The two immediately started to complain: "It's all because of Chu Jiao. He's been getting more and more irritable recently, and today he took it out on us. What kind of person is he? We didn't provoke him."

Dai Zisheng was very good: "Oh, I provoked him."

The two of them immediately said in a coy voice: "Young Master..."

Dai Zisheng waved his hands: "It doesn't matter, just piss him off to death."

It is difficult for a powerful dragon to suppress a local snake. It will be easier to do so if it has a sect to rely on in the lower world. After all, even if the cultivation level of a split soul is used up in the lower world, it will still be suppressed to a primordial infant. The Chu family has been loyal to the Illusion Sword Sect for several generations, and Dai Zisheng cannot replace them just because he is unhappy.

What made Dai Zisheng most unhappy was that after returning to the sect, he did not immediately say that Chu Jinglan was his savior, but first tested the attitudes of the three members of the Chu family.

Their attitude is: if it's useless, just throw it away. What's the point of complaining about it?

Then don't blame Dai Zisheng for disliking them.

Dai Zisheng also didn't know about Chu Jinglan's more specific experience in the Chu family, otherwise he wouldn't just find some small trouble.

After Chu Jiao finished running errands, he sat down with a sullen look on his face. The others couldn't help but keep their distance from him.

They, the Chu people, had offended the young master recently, and many people had already started to distance themselves from them. Today, two people who were kind-hearted were also scolded by him. Now they were complaining about Chu Jiao to others, so no one came to talk to him at all.

Chu Jiao sneered, thinking that it was just right for peace and quiet. He closed his eyes and began to meditate, but he couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart no matter what. He was afraid of losing his breath, so he had to open his eyes angrily.

The trouble is, the venue of Lin'an Academy is allocated by head, there is no place even to practice sword moves. The rest of the people from the Illusion Sword Sect are in groups of three or five, and he is the only one all alone... If they want to gather in a group, just gather in a group. Why are they looking at him? Don't think Chu Jiao doesn't know that they are saying bad things about him!

Unable to meditate or practice martial arts, he just sat there, his restless mood not easing as time passed, but instead getting worse.

It was so deep that Chu Jiao would feel that anyone who looked at him was looking down on him.

Chu Jiao had the urge to gouge out their eyes.

What do you see? What do you say?

Chu Jiao clenched his fists, his eyes gradually became vicious, but when he touched the several Yuanying followers in the Illusion Sword Gate, he bit his tongue and thought about it. In the end, he didn't have the courage to go crazy.

He began to recite the Pure Heart Sutra silently.

The night passed peacefully.

The next day was the last day before the sermon. It was said that the major sects in the twenty-four prefectures would come to congratulate him, so many people got up early and looked forward to it.

Xiao Mo is also looking forward to the so-called grand occasion, seeing is believing.

He was just lowering his head to correct a typo for Mo Zhi, when suddenly, a petal that shouldn't have appeared in the woods fell onto the paper.

It was just a gentle omen. When Xiao Mo and the others looked up, they saw a huge boat slowly descending from the clouds, just like Kunpeng breaking through the sea of ​​clouds. It was tens of thousands of miles long, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. Beside the boat, cranes were singing, phoenixes were dancing, a sea of ​​flowers was spreading, colorful clouds filled the sky, and immortals were standing on the clouds.

Rather than saying it was a flying boat, it was more like it was carrying a small city.

This is the true famous family of the Twenty-Four Prefectures!

And there were more than one coming, but huge boats were seen slowly coming from all directions. Some had white jade pavilions with carved railings, some were solid fortresses made of steel and black stone, some were entire flying boats that grew out of giant trees as roots, and some were prosperous platforms built with endless amounts of gold and stone.

One after another, immortal boats slowly broke through the clouds and surged in, each one moving slowly and fiercely between heaven and earth, blocking out the light of the sky. People were astonished and daunted at the same time, and could not help but tremble in the huge shadows.

It seemed as if life, death and breathing were all controlled by these huge creatures.

The three children couldn't help but move closer to Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan and gently grabbed their sleeves.

Xiao Mo understood that this was called gigantic fear. Fortunately, he didn't have it, and Chu Jinglan didn't seem to have it either.

After the immortal boat descended to a certain height, it stopped moving, and clear or loud sounds were emitted from it by spiritual power.

"Xuanyuanmen congratulates Lin'an Academy for opening a lecture—"

"The Sword Sect congratulates Lin'an Academy for opening a lecture—"

"Wanling Island congratulates Lin'an Academy for opening a lecture——"

The lyrics rose and fell one after another, as if they were gaining strength in the air. Invisible spiritual power ripples collided in mid-air, but did not affect the people below. This was their emphasis, to overwhelm others while controlling the strength well.

If someone's spiritual power hurts the casual cultivators below, he will be ridiculed: Don't show up and embarrass yourself with such little ability, just go home early.

Finally, two voices came from far away and almost simultaneously.

"The six sects of Yunduan congratulate the Lin'an Academy for opening a lecture—"

"The Immortal Alliance congratulates Lin'an Academy for opening a lecture—"

These two voices were placed at the end, and no one from other sects was competing for them. It was a collision between the two largest forces spanning the upper and middle realms.

I thought this was the end, but unexpectedly, after the lyrics ended, spiritual light began to descend on each of the immortal boats.

Some people who saw it for the first time were still stunned, while those who had experience had already jumped up and headed straight for the ball of light.

"The Immortal Sect's gift, hurry up and grab it!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mo immediately flew into the air. Every ball of light that he touched would turn into a Qiankun bag with the logo of each sect on it. Xiao Mo caught five or six of them in the blink of an eye and fell back into the protective shield.

When they opened them, they saw that some of the bags contained spirit stones, some of which were mid-grade. Some of the bags contained pills, most of which were of second grade or higher. Others contained various magical instruments.

It's all good stuff for them!

Xiao Mo's eyes lit up instantly, and he stuffed the bag into Chu Jinglan's arms: "Wait, I'll go get it!"

No wonder so many people come to the academy to listen to lectures after traveling through mountains and rivers. Not to mention the gains in cultivation from listening to the lectures, even these Qiankun bags are definitely worth it!

It has to be the leading immortal sect of the twenty-four prefectures, so generous.

Xiao Mo was outside happily catching the ball of light. In order to conceal his cultivation level, he pretended to wield Chu Jinglan's sword. However, his sword failed to catch up with the man who was flying on his own several times. This was because the cultivation levels of the people around him were not high and they were busy grabbing things, so they didn't see it.

Most of the light balls were intercepted in mid-air, and a small number of them slipped through the net and fell to the ground, being picked up by people who didn't even know how to wield a sword.

Most of the things in the Qiankun bag are not valuable. Only occasionally some bags contain treasures of slightly higher quality. Whoever can pick them up is very lucky.

A ball of light that was missed floated down slowly and fell into Chu Jinglan's hands.

Chu Jinglan caught it, and the ball of light dispersed. On the bag was the emblem of the Yunduan Six Sects, a six-petal iris tail.

Chu Jinglan opened the Qiankun bag.

There are only two things in the bag, a piece of white jade that can be used to make a mysterious magic weapon; and a heart-protecting mirror that can resist a fatal blow in the early stage of Yuanying.

There are only two items, but they are definitely big prizes.

Chu Jinglan put away the Qiankun bag without making a sound, as if he had not opened a first-class treasure, but picked up two low-grade spirit stones. He was very calm.

He remained calm, but in his mind he had already planned the use of the piece of white jade. It was long enough to make a flute. Magical instruments are divided into four levels: heaven, earth, black and yellow. The bamboo flute in Xiao Mo's hand was of the yellow level, so it was just the right time to change his flute.

The remaining material should be enough to make a few more amulets.

Lingbaoyu lasted for half a cup of tea, and Xiao Mo returned with a full load. He swept up more than a hundred bags. Some of the Qiankun bags were thrown into the storage container, and he still had a bunch in his hands. In fact, he couldn't hold them all, but he used the black mist that was invisible to others to hold them quietly so that they didn't fall.

"Come on," Xiao Mo put down the Qiankun bag, "It's time to open the blind bag."

Chu Jinglan and the three children didn't understand: "Blind bag?"

Xiao Mo: "Ah, it means that you don't know what's inside. You may get something ordinary, but you may also get a treasure. Because you don't know, it's blind. Blind box, blind bag, is that appropriate?"

It was indeed very fitting. Chu Jinglan had already gotten used to the appropriate and concise new words that came out of Xiao Mo's mouth from time to time. The children also learned new things and felt that Xiao Mo was really knowledgeable. They all showed admiration for him.

Chu Jinglan sent him a message: "I found something good."

After he finished talking about the two things he had found, Xiao Mo clapped his hands and said, "They are indeed good things. You can keep the heart-protecting mirror. How big is the jade? Can you make some self-defense or offensive magic weapons for you and the children?"

Xiao Mo put down the Qiankun bag and said, "Let's go back to Lin'an City and find a weapon refinery. With our current family assets, we have enough money to make some ordinary magic weapons."

He spoke so naturally that he didn't include himself at all.

Chu Jinglan's fingertips curled slightly when he heard this, but he didn't say anything for a while. It was not until Xiao Mo asked the children to sit down and open the Qiankun bag that Chu Jinglan slowly sat down next to Xiao Mo and whispered, "I'm going to make a flute first."

Xiao Mo had just opened a bag and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Chu Jinglan.

Chu Jinglan: "The flute is for you."

Xiao Mo pinched the Qiankun bag in his hand, and the feeling of a feather falling on his heart came again. It was not heavy, but it was extremely conspicuous. He almost wanted to turn into black mist and hide away, but, but it was quite comfortable.

Xiao Mo: “Well, thank you…”

"The remaining materials can be used to make other magical instruments." Chu Jinglan interrupted his thanks and said, "Everyone will have a share. You don't need to thank me."

Xiao Mo blinked: "Ah, okay."

The numbing feeling that made him want to avoid it melted away and turned into a warm current that flowed comfortably, converging into a curve at the corner of Xiao Mo's mouth that he himself didn't even notice.

He picked up a bag from the ground and stuffed it into Chu Jinglan's hands: "Since you are so lucky, open it quickly, maybe you will find some treasures."

Xiao Mo's cool fingers brushed across Chu Jinglan's fingertips. Chu Jinglan held the Qiankun bag and lowered his eyes: "Hmm."

[Ding, mental attack successful, points +30! ]

The five of them formed a circle and put the bags in the middle, so that people around them would not know how many Qiankun bags they had obtained. Xiao Mo decided to dismantle these first and then take out the storage containers, so as to avoid piling them up into a small mountain and being discovered by outsiders.

Don’t show your wealth to others, be low-key.

Just as the five of them were happily opening the Qiankun bag, a dispute broke out among the Huanjianmen team on the mountain.

One person used a magic weapon to block Chu Jiao's sword, and said in disbelief: "Are you crazy? Is it that serious, Chu Jiao!?"

After all, the spiritual treasure rain from the Great Immortal Sect is too large in quantity to be filled with top-grade treasures. For their sects that are neither better than the best nor worse than the worst, it is not worth the fight. But everyone will take advantage of the atmosphere and pick up one or two for the sake of appearance, and then open them to see if they can get something of good quality.

Just treat it as a gamble. If someone opens something good, everyone will tease him and say something like "he's lucky."

Some people would not even join the light-receiving group, but just watch others open it. Therefore, none of them would have thought that there would be a fight among their own people over receiving the Qiankun bag.

The first to take action was Chu Jiao.

A disciple of the Illusion Sword Sect wanted to get some of the good luck, so he flew over after the rain of spiritual treasures had been scattered for a while, wanting to grab one. He didn't notice that Chu Jiao had already set his eyes on him first, and he didn't expect that because he moved faster, Chu Jiao actually drew his sword and slashed at him.

The disciple was quick and immediately used his magic weapon to blast them away. His shout reached the ears of his fellow disciples, and the two men fell to the ground. The people around them saw that they both had taken out their weapons and were confused.

Mu Jian and Dai Zisheng frowned and walked forward: "What's wrong?"

The attacked disciples of the Illusion Sword Sect could not swallow this breath: "Young Master, Senior Brother Mu, Chu Jiao actually drew his sword against me just to grab a bag! No, if you really wanted it that badly, wouldn't you have said it? I just wanted to pick up one at random, and you actually attacked me without saying a word?"

Chu Jiao was tormented by the surging darkness in his heart for the whole night. The Qingxin Sutra took some effect at first, but the more he recited it, the more irritated he became. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and just wanted to vent it out so that he would no longer feel so depressed.

Chu Jiao's eyes were bloodshot, and he sneered: "Will you give in? Who was it that said behind my back yesterday that I was a bad person and would definitely stay away from me in the future?"

It is not gentlemanly to talk behind people's backs, but the disciple who was chopped by Chu Jiao could not care less: "Why, aren't you?"

Mu Jian frowned: "Both of you are at fault. You shouldn't talk about your fellow disciples behind their backs, and Chu Jiao, you went even further by directly drawing your sword. Both of you——"

"We should punish them together?" Chu Jiao snorted, "Mu Jian, are you fair or biased? I just can't stand these people's gossip, what's wrong with that?"

Chu Jiao's sword moved impatiently, murderous intent flashed across his face. Mu Jian's face completely darkened: "Chu Jiao, you actually have murderous intentions?"

Chu Jiao stared at the disciple, and his index finger couldn't help but scrape the hilt of the sword, making a harsh sound. He had to endure it - why should he endure it? Why should he endure such humiliation?

Dai Zisheng's sword was not unsheathed, but his hand was already on the hilt. He threatened in a deep voice: "Chu Jiao, think clearly about what you are doing."

Chu Jiao got even angrier when he saw his face. Was Dai Zisheng's talent amazing? No, it was because he was the young master of the Illusion Sword Sect. He was born with what he had worked so hard to get, and he was never as good as Dai Zisheng no matter how hard he fought for the position.

The jealousy that already existed grew stronger and stronger, threatening to consume him completely.

Xiao Mo's eyelashes moved at the foot of the mountain, and he felt something. He tilted his head and looked at the mountain from a distance: "It's about to be ignited."

Xiao Mo spread his consciousness and stopped at a position where the Yuanying monks of Huanjian Sect would not find him. He sensed what was happening and said to Chu Jinglan, "Do you want me to tell you the truth?"

The real situation should be the abbreviation of the real-time situation. Chu Jinglan understood Xiao Mo's words and slowly opened the Qiankun bag: "No, if he dies, just tell me."

There was a hint of dark red light in Xiao Mo's dark eyes: "Okay."

Xiao Mo "saw" Chu Jiao cursing at Dai Zisheng.

"What? Are you trying to intimidate me? Dai Zisheng, you are just born with a good appearance. Without the title of Young Master of the Illusion Sword Sect, you are nothing! I have come this far step by step, and I still have to be controlled by a little brat like you. Why? Do you deserve it?"

"Chu Jiao!" Mu Jian drew his sword abruptly, "Are you really crazy!?"

One of the Yuanying followers of Huanjian Sect frowned, thinking that Chu Jiao was not in the right state, and casually pulled over a disciple: "Is he usually like this?"

The disciple had been bullied by Chu Jiao before, so he said casually, "Yes, he has such a bad temper."

Even though I still feel something is wrong, I have always had this temper. Can I control it normally? Why did I have to lose my temper here today, and in front of so many people, facing the young master who has stood firm on his feet? Unless I don't want to stay in the Magic Sword Gate anymore.

Mu Jian was furious, but Dai Zisheng laughed at Chu Jiao: "But who made me born in the Dai family? It was Dai Zisheng. Are you jealous?"

Chu Jiao was so angry that his teeth were about to break.

Su Baimo had been following Dai Zisheng, and the situation was tense at the moment. He thought for a moment and walked out with a Qiankun bag: "I have a few more Qiankun bags here, both brothers can take them. We are all from the same sect, so please don't hurt the harmony. After sharing the Qiankun bags, if there are any misunderstandings, just apologize to each other and then -"

"Su Baimo!" Chu Jiao raised his sword and pointed it at him. "You are just a piece of trash that followed Chu Jinglan in the past. When can you teach me a lesson? Apologize? Absolutely impossible!"

The cultivation levels of the previous few people were more or less impressive, but when Su Baimo, who was at the foundation building stage, stood in front of Chu Jiao, the feeling of being weak and as if he could be killed with just one sword was so clear that rage washed over Chu Jiao's head without any explanation, making the sound of his nails scratching louder and louder.

The next second, the sound of nails stopped.

Chu Jiao actually drew his sword towards Su Baimo!

Su Baimo watched the sword coming at him with his eyes wide open, terrified: "Ah!"

Dai Zisheng and Mu Jian attacked at the same time. Mu Jian's sword moves came in front of Dai Zisheng and swung Chu Jiao's sword away with one sword. The gentleman's sword was as majestic as the wind. Dai Zisheng pushed Su Baimo away, changed his moves and stabbed sideways, coordinating with Mu Jian's moves, and attacked Chu Jiao's blind spot.

Chu Jiao was also a Jindan after all, but in the fight against Mu Jian, he was still scratched by Dai Zisheng. He narrowly avoided it, and after touching the blood, his eyes almost turned red with hatred: "Why didn't you die in the Stone Creek Cave in the lower world!"

Dai Zisheng's expression changed completely. He was finally provoked by Chu Jiao: "How do you know it's Shixi Cave? Well, there are still fish that slipped through the net in the previous reckoning. You actually participated in the conspiracy of the fourth elder to overthrow the Dai family!"

Chu Jiao's pupils shrank, as if he finally realized what he had said. A flash of fear flashed across his rage: How could I have let this slip?

No, this shouldn't be the case. Obviously...

Mingming what?

There was a hint of confusion in Chu Jiao's eyes. He had just used his sword against his fellow disciple?

His hands began to tremble and his mind became confused: What happened today? No matter how angry he was, he shouldn't have done such a stupid thing. One thing after another, he was no longer himself.

But it seemed as if a voice in my heart said: No, this is you.

Chu Jiao took two steps back holding the sword: "I, I..."

The Yuanying attendant of the Illusion Sword Sect stepped forward and said, "Chu Jiao is involved in the case of the four elders murdering the young master. His disciple card is temporarily confiscated and his cultivation is immediately sealed and he is under guard. After the hearing is over, he will be taken back to the Illusion Sword Sect for trial."

Xiao Mo sensed this and frowned: Don’t.

Don't let me down, Chu Jiao. Do something else. Is this all your evil thoughts are? Do something and then you can die.

The confusion and fear that had just arisen in Chu Jiao disappeared at the cold voice, and anger overwhelmed him again. He actually turned around and ran away in front of several Yuanying period cultivators.

"Interrogate me? Don't even think about it--Ah!"

The attendant didn't give him any chance at all and stepped on him into the ground. Chu Jiao spat out a large mouthful of blood. The attendant said coldly: "You are so stubborn."

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly and gathered spiritual energy at his fingertips, trying to probe Chu Jiao's consciousness and confirm whether this man had really gone mad and not been invaded by some evil spirit.

However, when Chu Jiao saw his fingertips, only his inner voice was screaming wildly in his mind: He is going to kill you, you are going to die, die, die!

No! If I have to die, I will pull up the cushion!

Evil thoughts were baring fangs and claws, completely dominating the body. Xiao Mo's red lips opened slightly, and in line with the scene, he let out a very light breath.

"Bang."

Chu Jiao's eyes widened with anger, turned red, and his whole body trembled violently. Yuan Yingsui realized what he was going to do, and was stunned in disbelief. Then he quickly drew his sword and pierced Chu Jiao's dantian with one sword.

Chu Jiao screamed in pain, but the assistant did not stop. The sword cut along his dantian, cutting his internal organs and almost cutting Chu Jiao in half.

Until Chu Jiao could no longer shout, and a hoarse gasp sound came from his throat. After a while, he tilted his head and died with his eyes closed.

The attendant drew out the blood-stained sword, his face looking grim: "He wants to self-destruct."

Everyone around was shocked, but they were only startled for a moment before they relaxed. Fortunately, they reacted quickly.

When a person dies, his spirit dissipates. Although he examined the body with a stern face, he found no trace of evil spirit on the flesh. As for the spirit, it remained an unsolved mystery.

But the immortal boats in the sky have not been completely withdrawn yet. There are powerful people on them, and there are also people in the distraction stage in the academy. It is impossible for any demon cultivator to sneak in.

Just like there is suppression of cultivation levels in the lower realm, there is also suppression in the middle realm. The highest level of cultivation is the peak of the distraction realm. If a demon cultivator can hide under the noses of so many powerful people, there is no reason for him to deal with a small character like Chu Jiao.

There are no magic cultivators, but there are some demons.

After all, the teachings of Lin'an Academy do not reject the demons.

Not far from the Phantom Sword Gate, there is a team of demons.

There was such a big commotion at the Illusion Sword Gate that everyone around looked over. The disciples of the academy also stepped forward immediately. There were only five demons in that room. The leader was also watching the show. When he received the look from the envoy, he grinned at him without hesitation.

Even though he disliked the demons, he looked away as if he had eaten a fly.

The leading demon, the Great Horse and Golden Sword, sat on a rock and said, "He suspects us."

The demon beside him fanned himself and said, "It was a good show. If he is not really crazy, then he must have been tricked."

"The one who likes to disturb people's minds is none other than the inner demon, but the inner demon must successfully possess and transform into a demon body before it can come out to kill people," said a demon with a particularly keen nose, "I don't smell any scent of the inner demon nearby."

"It's impossible for anyone to voluntarily lend their body to the inner demon and let him do it, right?"

The demons burst into laughter, as if they had heard a joke: "Haha, how is that possible? It never happened before, and it won't happen in the future. The inner demon and the original body are natural enemies!"

The inner demon Xiao Mo at the foot of the mountain withdrew his consciousness, stretched lazily, and sent a message to his original body Chu Jinglan: "Dead."

"He wanted to self-destruct, but his dantian was cut off." Xiao Mo held up his chin. "The first attempt was quite effective, and I also gained experience in using the new technique."

It is equivalent to improving your proficiency after learning a skill.

Chu Jinglan took off the Qiankun bag in his hand. He said nothing, but took out Wanyu's peach blossom hairpin from the storage container and rubbed it gently in his palm.

The peach blossom at the end of the hairpin was stained with indelible blood, and Chu Jinglan had no intention of cleaning up the bloodstains before taking revenge.

It's not over yet.

Chu Jinglan held the hairpin in her hand for a long time, then said to Xiao Mo: "Thank you..."

"Shut, stop it." Xiao Mo also interrupted Chu Jinglan's thanks.

He put his index finger to his lips, looked at Chu Jinglan with a frown, and spoke to him via telepathy.

[I practiced, you got your revenge, we both win, you don't have to thank me]

Chu Jinglan stroked the hairpin in his hand again.

"Okay," he said.

They both understood, which meant that they would not have to thank each other for everything in the future.