181 Falling off a cliff
Jiang Yun raised the corners of her lips slightly, with an imperceptible determination in her smile, "It doesn't matter. After all, our targets are all those powerful people. The bait must be tempting enough." There was a gleam of wisdom in her eyes, as if everything was under control.
Lan Wushuang also nodded silently, with determination and resoluteness in his eyes.
Afterwards, the three of them went together to the residence assigned to them by the deacons and elders. Fortunately, the three people's houses were adjacent to each other. Jiang Yun cast magic and carefully set up barriers in the rooms of the three of them, ensuring that they could regain their freedom in this little world of their own within a short period of time.
With the protection of the barrier, they can finally let go of their guard in the room and enjoy a moment of peace and freedom.
"There is still one month left until the day of sacrifice. Within this month, we must try our best to rescue those innocent people." Jiang Yun's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.
"Yes!" Lan Wushuang and another companion responded in unison, their tone full of determination and courage.
That night, the three of them went to bed early to recuperate and prepare for the upcoming challenges.
The next morning, the three of them got up early and went to their duty station to start working. Jiang Yun stood quietly at the edge of the arena, holding a broom. In the morning light, the mottled bloodstains remaining on the jade bricks glowed with a strange and eerie luster. She seemed to be sweeping the gravel on the ground unintentionally, but she could faintly hear the idle chatter of two inner disciples.
"I heard that three more people died in the Di-grade furnace last night?" A voice came with a hint of fear and pity.
"Hush..." The older disciple looked around nervously and said in a low voice, "We need to gather forty-nine extremely Yin bodies this time. I'm afraid the sect master can't wait until the day of sacrifice..."
Hearing this, the broken porcelain pieces in Jiang Yun's hand suddenly slipped, and the crisp sound instantly startled the two disciples who were talking. She lowered her head in a hurry, her hair falling down, hiding the sharp cold light in her eyes. After the two disciples walked away cursing, she noticed a bronze floor tile in the northeast corner of the arena. When it was scrubbing yesterday, blood with the smell of Qingxin Grass had seeped out of it, and now it looked even more eerie in the morning light.
As night fell, Jiang Yun returned to the room and immediately tapped the jade bracelet. After a while, Lan Wushuang pushed the door open with a cold air, and shook out a half-map made of ice crystals from her sleeve: "The third secret door of the logistics ice cellar, thirty feet down." Her voice was calm and decisive.
At the same time, blue flames ignited at Lu Yan's fingertips, and she outlined complex runes in the void: "The amount of dragon beard grass used in the herbal medicine room has increased fivefold today. They are preparing the soul-calming soup - the sacrifice will be brought forward." There was a hint of anxiety and worry in her tone.
The three of them looked at each other, and without saying anything, they understood each other. Jiang Yun detailed what he had discovered in the arena during the day. Upon hearing this, Lan Wushuang suddenly pressed the ice map on the table, and frost quickly spread along the wood grain: "The entrance to the dungeon is in the master's bedroom, but the exit is connected to the altar. We must act on the eve of the ceremony and rescue all the hostages in one fell swoop."
Thunder roared outside the window and the shouts of the Law Enforcement Hall disciples could be heard through the rain, adding a bit of tension and uneasiness to the quiet night. Jiang Yun quickly distributed the improved substitute talisman to the two of them. The cinnabar on the talisman paper was winding like blood, as if it contained endless power.
"Three days later at midnight, Lu Yan will set fire to the medicine house to lure away the guards, and Wushuang will use the ice puppet to break the formation." Jiang Yun's voice was calm and firm. "Remember, use the Fire Separation Talisman when you see someone wearing a black iron chain, and make sure you hit him with one strike."
Before he finished speaking, the parasol tree in the yard suddenly moved without wind, and its branches and leaves swayed gracefully. Lan Wushuang's wide sleeves fluttered, and the room was instantly filled with ice flowers, which was beautiful and cold. Lu Yan's hairpin made a crisp sound. The three phantoms were still sitting at the table doing needlework, but their real bodies had already escaped into the underground secret room, preparing for the upcoming battle.
Heavy rain fell for three days in a row, and finally it was the eve of the sacrifice. Jiang Yun squatted beside the underground drain in the arena, staring intently at the phosphorous fire released by Lu Yan as it sank into the drain. As midnight was approaching, flames suddenly shot up into the sky from the northwest and shouts of "the medicine house is on fire" were faintly heard, foreshadowing the beginning of the plan.
Lan Wushuang's ice puppet suddenly crashed into the mountain protection formation at this moment, and the entire Qingyun Sect shook as if the end of the world had come. Jiang Yun dodged into the culvert and swam through three gates following the smell of blood. At the moment when the iron door of the prison melted in the fire talisman, she finally saw the figures curled up in the forty-nine iron cages - the youngest child still had the peace knot she gave him on the Qiqiao Festival tied on his wrist. At that moment, her heart seemed to be pulled hard by something.
"Follow the blue light!" She waved her sleeves to send out guiding fireflies, and with her backhand she cast out twelve thunderstorm talismans. When the first Qingyun elder appeared at the end of the corridor, the girl suddenly raised the corners of her lips, with determination and courage flashing in her eyes. She crushed the natal jade token stolen from Qin Tan with her fingertips, instantly causing an earth-shattering explosion.
When the sect leader's angry roar resounded through the sky, Jiang Yun was leading the pursuers towards the Cliff of Broken Souls. The thirty-six sword lights behind her formed a dragnet that surrounded her tightly. However, amidst the thunder and lightning, she remembered the golden bag that Lu Yan had stuffed into her hands this morning - it contained the life wicks of all the disciples, which were the hope and sustenance of their lives.
The wind was howling wildly at the edge of the cliff. Jiang Yun looked at the sect leader whose purple robe was fluttering. Suddenly, Jiang Yun leaped up like a falling leaf and resolutely jumped into the deep cliff.
This action shocked the sect leader and the elders who had caught up with them.
But for them, this is a good thing.
After all, this cliff is the only forbidden area in Qingyun Sect, and anyone who falls down has never survived.
Now that the traitor has jumped down, isn't he seeking his own death?
Sect Master Qin Yuan immediately made a gesture to stop them. "It's dangerous down the cliff. No need to chase anymore! Go check for the missing disciple and make sure to get rid of the disciples who were close to her."
"yes!"
At the foot of the cliff, with the wind howling and the mist lingering, Jiang Yun relied on his extraordinary agility and tenacity to constantly avoid the steep rocks and hidden mechanisms.
Her eyes were bright and there was a happy smile on her lips.
She never expected that the third key she had been looking for for so long was actually at the bottom of the cliff.
If Jiang Yun had not just felt the special spiritual power under the cliff, he would have missed the key!
With a plop, Jiang Yun landed steadily at the bottom of the cliff.
But the bottom of the cliff seemed different from what she had imagined.
Different from the scene in the Jiang family forbidden area, the bottom of the cliff is a scene of flowers in clusters and lush branches and leaves.
Jiang Yun took a deep breath, and the extremely pure spiritual power was mixed with the fragrance of flowers.
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