A ball of spiritual energy appeared in Tu Longjian's palm, its dark blue light reflecting on half of her face. The ball of energy transformed into ice shards and aimed at Wen Yeci's fragile neck.
Wen Yeci felt the cold air coming from her neck and took a soft breath.
He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his face bearing a resolute air of facing death. He said in a trembling voice, "Even if I can't defeat you, I must uphold the justice in my heart. After we get out, I can only explain the situation to Fellow Daoist Gan and tell him to be wary of you."
Tu Longjian chuckled and actually sent the ice shard toward his neck. Just as the ice shard was about to enter his throat, Wen Yeci suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the ice shard.
"I thought you were truly unafraid of death, but it turns out it was just a pretentious facade."
Faced with Tu Longjian's sarcasm, Wen Yeci frowned, a hint of worry appearing in her eyes.
“It doesn’t matter if I die, but I am the sect leader’s last disciple and carry the soul imprint he bestowed upon me. If I perish, my master will hunt you down to the ends of the earth.”
Tu Longjian looked at him speechlessly, clearly having already guessed this from the clues; she had only made a spur-of-the-moment threat.
After clicking her tongue, she tried to retract the ice shard, but Wen Yeci stopped her.
His eyes gleamed with a complex light, even revealing a hint of smugness.
It turns out that she followed Gan Xiuming for another purpose, not because she was deeply in love with him.
Along the way, he grew to appreciate Tu Longjian more and more. However, he knew from the beginning that the other party had a Daoist partner, so he could only keep to himself and try to maintain his distance. He even had to force himself to suppress his heartbeat.
Wen Yeci gripped the ice shard tightly, moved it to the underside of her lean shoulder, and stared intently at Tu Longjian with her deep, light blue eyes.
"If you want to vent your anger, you can stab me here. Promise me that you will never do such things that are against the natural order again, as they will damage your own foundation."
However, Tu Longjian did not grant his wish. She seemed to laugh in anger, and the icicle in her hand instantly turned into ice water, which flowed from her collarbone to Wen Yeci's clothes, making him sneeze from the cold.
He covered his soaked clothes, his face slightly flushed, and looked at Tu Longjian with a puzzled expression, "Ah Xiang?"
Tu Longjian reached out, his thumb stroking the man's jawline, and used the bamboo flute engraved with her name to lift the man's chin, his tone as alluring as a ghost, "I am not A Xiang."
Call me Tu Longjian.
Wen Yeci was somewhat surprised, but after thinking about it, she understood. Since it was something that went against the natural order, naturally no one would use their original name.
Ah Xiang even told him her original name. Does that mean that he is different to her?
He repeated her real name as if bewitched, and his heart fluttered.
"Tu Longjian".
After speaking, he smiled gently at Tu Longjian, expressing his friendliness.
Tu Longjian suddenly released him, quickly forming a complex hand seal while muttering incantations, "I never expected that the 'sealing spell' I asked my master for last time would be used at this moment."
What? Wen Yeci's pupils dilated slightly.
As the words fell, the three characters "Tu Longjian" printed on the bamboo flute dimmed slightly.
Before entering the Lingxu Ancient Realm, Tu Longjian specifically asked Yan Xiuzhu for a silencing incantation. Unable to resist her persistent pleading, Yan Xiuzhu had no choice but to attach the silencing power to the name engraved on the bamboo flute.
When someone calls out her real name, she can place a restriction on them at will, forbidding them from mentioning her secrets.
It's a pity that it only had one chance to be used, and it was used on a weak Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Tu Longjian glanced at Wen Yeci, his lips pursed.
She had heard a few words about the Silver Light Pavilion from the sect leader's senior sister, Jie Lei; it was an existence she couldn't afford to offend.
However, this person was a core figure in the Silver Light Pavilion, and she couldn't kill him. He was also acting like a fool, claiming to be righteous and wanting to expose her. She had no choice but to resort to this tactic and force him to keep the secret.
Wen Yeci opened his mouth, but as expected, he could no longer utter the words "Tu Longjian". At the same time, related words such as "plundering luck" and "seizing opportunities" were also banned.
He was somewhat taken aback, and stammered, "Why did it come to this?"
"Hmph, don't even think about stopping me." Tu Longjian abandoned him and walked out.
When Mingying saw Tu Longjian emerge from the hidden cave, he moved his feet, but then saw Mingze rushing over even more nervously. He stopped abruptly, scoffed, and turned his head away.
He wasn't the kind of contracted pet who would fawn over its master. He was the Demon Lord, how could he be as obsequious as Mingze?
Mingze was ultimately exhausted and walked to Tu Longjian with slight panting, gently touching his knees, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.
He saw Wen Yeci walking out with Tu Longjian, looking dejected, her eyes filled with complex emotions and helplessness.
Seeing how weak he was, Tu Longjian kindly helped him up. A blush appeared on Mingze's pale face, and he softly said, "Thank you."
These handsome men in front of me each have their own charm, but one is a hothead, another is irritable and brainless, and Mingze, this naive and innocent girl, is more pleasing to the eye.
She deliberately said to Wen Yeci, "Brother Mingze is still so weak and needs to rest. I'm afraid he can't answer your questions."
"Well, Mingying has already formed a contract with me, so naturally, wherever her master is, that's where her contracted pet will be. There's absolutely no reason for her to go back with you."
Tu Longjian's pink eyes flashed with power, and he smiled with a hint of provocation.
Hearing her protective words, the Shadow Serpent trembled.
He was neglected by his mother and father when he was young, and was left to grow up in a free-range manner. He struggled in the demon realm, and this was the first time someone had protected him.
Hmph, this despicable human cultivator still has some humanity at least.
Wen Yeci opened her mouth several times as if to say something, but in the end she shook her head and said, "Fine."
However, he glanced at the shadowy creature with its tail held high several times and said worriedly, "Although it looks much weaker, it is still a demon. You should be careful not to let it devour its master."
"No need for you to remind me," Tu Longjian retorted sarcastically.
Wen Yeci was speechless and felt extremely depressed. Why didn't Tu Longjian appreciate his good intentions? He was clearly thinking of her in every single thing, but she not only went her own way, but also mingled with these demons.
He glanced at Tu Longjian's indifferent back, feeling a bit angry, but he still suppressed his resentment and left after uttering a single sentence:
"I can deduce the route out of the abyss. Let me make some arrangements."
While he was making arrangements, Tu Longjian said to Mingze:
"I am the new master of the array flags. But my cultivation level is too low, and the array flags' power is insufficient to rescue you. There is only one way: to form a pact with me. Are you willing?"
Before Mingze could speak, Mingying beside him had already bristled its scales and roared:
"You want to form a pact with him again? Aren't you satisfied with having me, one demon? There were others who tried to control me before, but they were all swallowed whole by me."
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