Ji Rongxue was inexplicably pointed at and was also stunned.
Who was this? Jiang Fengtian? Even if he hadn't come for Qiu Dan and Qiu Zhuo, he'd betrayed his son. Jiang Lancui was still sleeping in the death row with a rat. What was the meaning of this man's behavior?
She was stunned, and everyone present was even more stunned.
I originally thought that Jiang Fengtian's arrival would help resolve this embarrassing situation, but I didn't expect that not only did this person fail to resolve it, but he actually added fuel to the fire. Now it can't be easily resolved no matter what.
Everyone was invited here for a variety of reasons, but none of them were to offer condolences. The quarrel now was merely a shift from a "fight of arms" to a "fight of words," with both sides showcasing their strength. Whoever garnered the most support would naturally inherit the position of headmaster. When the headmaster seal was revealed, the handover would have to be peaceful. It was impossible for these one hundred or eighty people to become a chaotic mess, brothers turning against each other. That would be a colossal absurdity.
How could they not know what Jiang Fengtian said? Everyone knew that in terms of pure ability, Ji Rongxue was far superior to the other two. Her performance during the Four-Way War alone proved her potential. Furthermore, the entire Body Refining Sect's resources were almost entirely skewed towards the Qius, leaving her with little to offer, and even facing repeated pressure at times. But in this moment, would her abilities be of any use? Rather, the head of the Body Refining Sect was a clever man. Raising a tiger to create a threat—would that bring them any benefit?
If Ji Rongxue had been given a few more years, and Qiu Mo hadn't fallen, he might have changed his mind and staked his fortunes on this underappreciated descendant. Who knows what the situation would be like then. But right now, none of the elders wanted to relinquish their power—they were guilty, knowing they'd be in trouble if Ji Rongxue ascended to power. Don't send anyone to scorn the Body Strengthening Sect's success—either Qiu Zhuo or Qiu Dan would be a far better solution than Ji Rongxue. Both factions, united in purpose, rushed in opposite directions, staging this farce in front of the funeral hall. They knew what was happening, and after so much practice, they genuinely believed they were in the right.
Now that an outsider has accidentally walked in and told the truth, they can't stand it anymore.
Seeing everyone's confused expressions again, Jiang Fengtian really suspected that he had stumbled into some kind of crazy gathering. "Is that all? The gift has been presented. Where do I sit?"
Qiu Zhuo and Qiu Dan looked at each other, both in disbelief.
Isn't this what you called?
I thought you called me!!
In the silence, the Great Elder could only twitch his lips as he ushered the person to the table, saying cheerfully, "Haha, just kidding. Brother Fengtian is really quite humorous, very humorous."
This is also because Jiang Fengtian is really old, otherwise he would probably be able to say even the most careless words of a child.
"Are you kidding?" Jiang Fengtian said inexplicably: "Then why don't you ask me in the first place!"
Who knows you're going to talk about Ji Rongxue! The Great Elder lowered his voice and said, "Brother Fengtian, you don't know, the situation is actually like this. Little Ji..."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Fengtian nodded, meaning that he understood.
He glanced at the people below the stage, and finally reluctantly gave the elder a little face. He did not say it directly in public, but said something in a voice transmission. The elder's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and his anger was about to reach his head.
Yun Xian was so curious that he pulled Su Chi and said, "Big Brother, please help me eavesdrop."
Su Chi: “…”
He probably had never done such a shameless thing before, but he still lowered his eyes slightly and conveyed Jiang Fengtian's words verbatim:
"Do you think you're so clever? You want to imitate the Dao Sect's puppet master tactics? Don't you think that Liu Dadao at least has the skills to be a useful puppet? Who wants a useless person? Even if you're unlucky and stuck at this time of transition, in a dozen years, can these two on this stage catch up to half of Liu Dadao's level? The only one with potential is that girl!"
Jiang Fengtian spoke bluntly, laughing loudly, "And what else? At least the Sword Sect's disciples are now fully under the control of the sect. Why don't you go out and see who the disciples of the Body Strengthening Sect, whether they are outer or inner sect, really obey? If you train the disciples to be soldiers, you must follow the rules of soldiers. If you force a rebellious general into your position, you will see what will happen next!"
This is really, really disrespectful. It's no different from slapping someone in the face.
"Liu Dadao?" Xue Lingxiu asked uncertainly, "Is he talking about Liu Feiran?"
Qi Zhiye: "That should be it."
No one knew what kind of background this person had. Everyone's weapons had been taken away, yet he was able to brazenly barge in with a sword slung over his waist, spouting such outrageous words. Most importantly, he hadn't even been beaten. Given the elders' fiery tempers, it must have been incredibly difficult for them to endure.
Of course, there was another possibility: he couldn't defeat him. Yun Xian couldn't tell his cultivation level, just like he couldn't tell his mother's. It looked like he was at least at the Spirit Severing stage or above, but slightly weaker than the Smiling Buddha, looking like he had already stepped into the Fusion stage.
Yun Xian thought to himself, this Jiang Fengtian looked nothing like his son. Just look at his face. Jiang Lancui looked like a boy who cared about his appearance. Jiang Fengtian looked rather scruffy, having not shaved his beard in who knows how long.
Jiang Fengtian sat down and drank and ate noodles. Seeing that things were not getting any better, the others could only start a heated argument again.
It is said that reason does not lie in the loudness of a voice, but volume is also an important manifestation of momentum. In short, it was quiet for less than a moment before the entire main hall became noisy again.
"Fellow Daoist Qi, how are you doing over there?" Yun Xian asked with concern, "I'm a little worried about the Sect Leader."
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but the hall was getting colder and colder, and she was worried that the master's coffin would not be able to hold it down.
Qi Zhiye frowned and said, "I'm watching."
"I'm looking" meant "I don't know yet." Yun Xian was very good at translating her friends' words. Seeing Qi Zhiye's frequent frowns, she knew this matter was complicated. If only the Dongji Staff was here, it would be easier. If she had any difficult or complicated problems, she could send a message to Master Mingguang and ask him for remote assistance.
"Big Brother," Yun Xian said, "Cover me. I need to use the magic stone to locate that person."
Three feet in, three feet out. The magic stone continued to heat up, which meant that no matter what, the demon must still be in the hall. Everyone was busy debating, with the first, second, and third debaters taking turns, and it was difficult to tell the difference. After much thought, Yun Xian could only resort to this clumsy process of elimination.
Su Chi said, "Okay."
In terms of pure martial prowess, Yun Xian might not be considered exceptional. But in terms of speed, few in the room could match her. With a sudden movement and a tap of her toes, Yun Xian said to the Third Elder, whose eyes were wide open, "There are three urgent matters, so please excuse me." Then, like a wandering spirit, she darted through the hall.
Everyone in the hall was busy with other things and could only see a figure flash past them like lightning, bringing a gust of wind. They were confused for a moment, and when they looked again, it disappeared from their peripheral vision.
Jiang Fengtian saw it clearly and praised Ji Rongxue, "Your friend's skills are quite good. But he looks a little familiar."
Ji Rongxue didn't like people who were too familiar with him, except for Yun Xian. She just glanced at him coldly and said, "This is Yun Xian."
Jiang Fengtian almost spit out his wine.
Are you Yun Xian? !
He calmly changed his sitting position, observed again, and then frowned again, saying sarcastically: "Now it seems that you are still too immature. Not graceful enough. Tsk, no. No."
Everyone: “…”
Is it a bit too obvious?
Yun Xian moved among the crowd, his brows slowly furrowed.
What's going on? Why can't I find it?
She had already walked around every corner of the temple. Logically, she should have found it long ago. The magic stone was glowing faintly from beginning to end. The demon was definitely in the temple, but why couldn't she find its specific location?
She couldn't help but feel suspicious.
...Also, why are there some strange-looking people in this hall? They're quiet, occasionally engaging in unimportant conversations, but their expressions are hurried and their figures are extremely stealthy, so if you don't look closely, you can easily overlook them.
The struggle on the field quickly reached a fever pitch, with the warriors each displaying their prowess, each claiming their own reasons. It looked as if a victory would soon be decided. Amidst the roar, Nan Ronghong remained seated at the highest point, her face still sporting that faint, almost rigid, smile.
If you look closely, you can see why she keeps smiling like this. Nan Ronghong's cheeks are concave, her cheekbones prominent, and her face is cold and graceful. When she's not smiling, the corners of her lips naturally turn down, giving her an air of indifference and austerity. She smiles, but not too much. If she smiles beyond her current range, it will ruin the curves of her face and make it look less attractive.
She had been the head lady for as long as she had been smiling. Often, others couldn't tell whether it was a smile or not.
"Stop." Nan Ronghong said, "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment."
As soon as she opened her mouth, the hall became quiet, but there was still restlessness hidden beneath the quiet. Qiu Zhuo's expression tensed, but Qiu Dan was much calmer.
But Nan Ronghong said, "Rongxue, I see you seem to have something to say."
Ji Rongxue paused and looked up.
She cast a gentle and calm gaze at him, without any emotion in it.
Ji Rongxue calmed down and suddenly said, "I wonder if you have heard about the demon man?"
The incident with the Laughing Buddha had only just occurred, so naturally some people had heard about it. However, most people present only knew the horror of demonic possession, not the demon itself. Some sects had received some news of the incident, but they were not aware of the details yet.
The Third Elder sent a message in a serious tone: "What are you talking about at this time?!"
Ji Rongxue didn't even raise his eyes as he said, "A dozen days ago, I heard about the incident involving the independent cultivators in Xiaoshi Town and felt something was amiss. So, on the way back to the Body Refining Sect, I, along with everyone else..."
Her voice was clear, and she quickly explained the demonic matter. However, she selectively omitted details about the Smiling Buddha, Senior Mingwen, and the Sword Sect's demon core. These were only the tip of the iceberg, and she couldn't alert the enemy or create panic.
However, if the demonic matter could be brought to the attention of the various sects, they wouldn't be so passive. The situation is only going to get worse, so everyone needs to be informed and prepared.
Of course, she had other intentions in saying this at this time and place.
...The demon Yun Xian had been searching for was still lingering in a corner of the main hall, gazing at them with malicious intent. She wasn't Qi Xingye, and couldn't sense the emotions of spirits, but she still felt like someone was watching from behind.
The other party hadn't attacked yet, so he must be holding back. She would do her best to make him even more cautious. "I know you're here." With so many people and so many opinions, she couldn't afford the risk. To avoid casualties, she would do her best to get the demon to retreat and discuss things later.
After Ji Rongxue finished speaking, the crowd below became agitated, their expressions somewhat unpleasant. Unexpectedly, a moment later, someone spoke up again, speaking clearly, "I'm not sure what Miss Ji's intention is in saying this at this time. However, I can only say that those who can be possessed by demons are not mentally strong enough."
"Yes! Otherwise, why is it that only he is possessed by the devil, and not others? Although the reputation of a casual cultivator is good, after all, he has not joined a sect. No one knows what he has done in private."
"As long as you have a clear conscience, isn't that enough? There's no need to be so alarmist."
"Ahem. That demon you were talking about...is he contagious? Hearing what you said, I feel like my classmate might be possessed. He acts like he's lost in thought every day!"
Everyone was still unaware of the hidden dangers brought by the demons, and had never encountered one around them. Yet, they still had the mind to joke around. Only a very small number of cultivators frowned, as if they couldn't wait to return to the sect.
No matter how dumb you act, there's a limit. It's okay to join in the fun, but if the fire burns your own house, it's not so easy to escape!
Everyone pays attention to different things, and the elders are not concerned about this:
"Xiao Ji, what the hell are you talking about! What does the Demonic Book have to do with my Body Refining Sect? Do you know how serious a crime this is? You're really pushing our sect into the fire pit! Do you still have the Body Refining Sect in your eyes?"
"You are saying this now, are you trying to do something with it?"
"You really don't know the big picture...you can't tell right from wrong...you don't know enough...you don't know the importance of things..."
Even if that was true, she should never have said it in this kind of situation. Everyone else was trying their best to distance their sect from the matter, but she insisted on getting involved. How foolish and unreasonable!
The ten elders' unanimous choice of Qiu Dan and Qiu Zhuo revealed that, while their primary motivation was a reluctance to relinquish their power, they remained resolute in this regard. Everything was based on the sect's principles, and the sect's interests were paramount. They sought no great achievements, only a peaceful existence. However, they cared little, and would not see, the blood, tears, and emotions of countless people trampled beneath this peace.
Military orders are merciless, sect orders are merciless, and everything serves the sect. As long as you adapt, you must not change. Emotions are the last thing you need to consider.
Even if what Ji Rongxue said is right, it would be wrong if it is detrimental to the Body Tempering Sect!
Deep-rooted practices and deeply ingrained ideas, like an endless wall, overwhelm everyone. You break a tile, make a hole, but the wall is still there, layer upon layer, useless and suffocating.
Ji Rongxue's eyes grew colder.
The only way to break out of the siege is to knock it down directly!
Yun Xian finally circled the hall, but returned empty-handed. But as she glanced at Nan Ronghong, who sat on the main throne, her smile grew wider.
Yun Xian never thought others looked ugly when they smiled. Even the most unattractive person, when they smiled happily, would reveal their captivating charm. No one would criticize someone for smiling too happily and being imperfect. But Nan Ronghong's smile seemed strange and strange, not at all joyful. The corners of her lips were stiffly pulled apart, and the skin was so dry that it was pricked with blood.
The elders were talking loudly below, and she laughed silently. She laughed so hard that she was almost out of breath. Suddenly, something strange happened. The room was silent. Qiu Zhuo and Qiu Dan were completely stunned.
What happened?!
They had never seen their mother look so "undignified"! Was she possessed?!
"Ji Rongxue." Nan Ronghong paused and asked slowly, "Do you think they're right?"
Ji Rongxue's brows slowly drooped.
The air was filled with silence. She didn't answer, but she felt a sense of foreboding, a chill running down her spine. She slowly gathered her spiritual energy, like a lioness poised for action.
"Mother, what's wrong with you..." Qiu Zhuo stepped forward, subtly blocking everyone's gaze, and whispered, "Is there anything you can't say later? Can't you just bear with it?"
Yun Xian paused, and sensed something strange from this fleeting sentence.
Endure. Endure what? What did she endure?
Nan Ronghong acted as if she couldn't see the person in front of her. She asked calmly, "Do you think they're right? You think they're absolutely right, right? Right? Answer me!!"
Everyone was shocked. Ji Rongxue asked sharply, "Who are you asking?!"
The next moment, Yun Xian suddenly stood up and shouted to the people who were still standing there: "Hurry up and leave!!!"
The people from the Yanmo Sect were truly argumentative, even at this moment they still didn't forget to argue: "What do you mean? Why are you asking us to leave alone? What benefits do you get from staying here instead of leaving? What's your intention...Ah!!"
Yun Xian didn't have the patience to wait for him to finish, so he kicked him out of the hall.
The man rolled several times and fell headfirst into the snow.
"What the hell just happened?!"
"Who should I ask if you ask me?! My God, it's freezing outside, but it's actually warmer than inside the temple!"
"Wow, you reacted pretty quickly." Jiang Fengtian put the wine gourd away, unsheathed the sword at his waist, and asked in surprise, "You noticed it too?"
"Nonsense!" Yun Xian collapsed, "How could I not notice it? The ground has started to move!!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the entire hall began to tremble violently. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the dishes on the table, which had barely been touched, were instantly covered with a layer of gray dust. Qiu Zhuo and Qiu Dan stood on the high platform. Although they still didn't know what was happening, they said decisively:
"Inner disciples, quickly escort the guests out of the hall!"
"Go to the Snow Pavilion Formation! Second Elder, please activate the formation!"
In the chaos, Nan Ronghong still sat upright in her seat. Several elders tried to hold her back, but they couldn't.
"What the hell?!" Qiu Dan yelled, "Mother! Are you crazy?!"
"..." Ji Rongxue seemed a little confused about the current situation, but quickly adjusted himself and asked in a cold voice, "Where are the weapons?"
"In the stone formation beside Mirror Lake!" Qiu Zhuo said, "If they can reach the Snow Pavilion Formation, it's not far away, they'll get it!"
"Let them disperse and don't gather together according to their sects!" Ji Rongxue said decisively: "The strong ones should lead the weak ones and return their weapons to them!"
"Ji Rongxue, are you crazy too?!" Qiu Dan said angrily, "The guests were specially invited here. Do you really want them to fight in person? Where will our dignity be put?!"
"You invited them specifically, not me. You think your face is valuable. This is the biggest misunderstanding in the world." Ji Rongxue gave him a cold look and said, "Is asking them to prepare themselves harmful? Don't you understand why demons are so scary? Only when you're beaten can you feel pain, and only then can you make others feel pain! If you don't want to, then go fight for them and protect them. Otherwise, shut up!"
Qiu Dan was speechless after being blocked by her.
Yun Xian was almost burned into a screaming water monkey by the magic stone, but she couldn't let go. She stared at the magic stone with her eyes, and finally understood why she couldn't find the location of the demon no matter how hard she looked in the hall!
Because these three meters are not inside the hall at all!
But it’s——underground!!
"What's going on, Brother Qi?!" Yun Xian was busy kicking out the last remaining old man with a white beard and asked hurriedly, "Is this a demon or a spirit? It's impossible that after death, he felt wronged and couldn't let it go, so he became a demon?!"
"It's a spirit, and it's also a demon!" Qi Zhiye also looked surprised: "Impossible. It's impossible for a demon to produce a spirit after death!"
This is the second major difference between humans and demons. After a Buddhist cultivator passes away, their spirit can attach itself to a statue, surviving in another form within the universe. But for demons, once dead, they're dead. Their death is swift and swift, leaving no trace behind. No matter how powerful a demon is, it's impossible for them to regenerate a spirit!
"Then what is this... No, what's going on?" Yun Xian tried to say, "Master Qiu Mo, can you hear me?"
Polite, but not much.
"..." Jiang Fengtian hit her on the head with the handle of the knife, "What are you thinking? She's already dead!"
"Senior Jiang," Ji Rongxue said, "Your son is in the nearby death row. If you want to rescue him during the chaos, do it as soon as possible."
Jiang Fengtian: "Why are you still concerned about whether he has a son or not? He's not without arms and legs!!"
The hall shook more and more violently, and finally, a crystal cup rolled down from the highest point and hit the ground with a crisp sound.
Just like the signal of breaking a cup, the floor inside the entire hall finally cracked and shattered, revealing the dark cave underneath.
The good news was that the scene Yun Xian was worried about didn't happen. There wasn't a pale, zombie-like Qiu Mo appearing, putting his hand on her shoulder and blowing air into her neck before saying softly, "You've caused me so much pain."
The bad news was that the scene Yun Xian was worried about didn't happen. The underground pavilion was completely empty. There was no Qiu Mo, no demon. The two people who were supposed to be there had vanished into thin air.
At this moment, Su Chi said, "Look up!"
Yun Xian suddenly looked up and said, "Miss, don't look up!"
It was a very prescient reminder, but it was too late. Ji Rongxue looked up and saw a human body, barely recognizable as a carbon-based creature, suspended in mid-air. Demonic energy emanated, descending like a dark curtain. Yet, this lifeless body could still move. Its eyes were cloudy, but whether it was a look or a movement—
Clearly looks like a woman!!
A faint tune came from somewhere:
"If I could become a pair of mandarin ducks, I would rather die than be immortal."
"How enviable are the mandarin ducks, coming and going in pairs, don't you see?"
The tone was soft, penetrating, and frighteningly familiar.
Ji Rongxue: “…………”
Qiu Zhuo's eyes almost popped out: "Your mother?! Your mother?? This is definitely your mother!!"
"Her mother? How could it be her mother?! What does her mother have to do with it?!" Qiu Dan yelled, "Wasn't her mother kicked out a long time ago?"
"Forget about the mother! I don't care whose mother it is!" Jiang Fengtian lowered his body solemnly and said in a deep voice: "No wonder you take it so seriously, Xiao Ji. This damn thing looks really hard to deal with..."
Ji Rongxue: "It's my mother."
Jiang Fengtian: “?”
Xue Lingxiu: "This is obviously your dad!!!"
Yun Xian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, deciding that if he could go out this time, he would definitely bring the wooden fish with him.
What the hell is going on now? Is Ji Shang a demon? She possessed Qiu Mo? At least pick someone alive!
Qiu Zhuo looked back and saw that the abnormality on the ground was too obvious to be concealed at all. Fortunately, the elders acted quickly and soon evacuated all the guests from the hall and hurried to the Snow Pavilion.
He turned around again and frowned fiercely.
To be fair, even if we put aside its unseen strength, the dignity of this thing is truly terrifying, a fear that comes from instinct. How can one not be terrified when someone who was once of the same race as oneself has now become this inexplicable state?
Furthermore, neither of them wanted to admit that the demon emerging from the underground pavilion was, no matter what, closely related to Qiu Mo. Ji Rongxue had just mentioned the demon, and if this matter wasn't quickly suppressed and resolved, there would be endless trouble.
If even the leader is lost, how can the others survive?
"Fortunately, the guests have all evacuated. Tell those inner disciples to take them all away!" Qiu Dan took the lead, striking the demon with a palm strike. Unexpectedly, it was as if a thick veil had been cast upon it. The veil dissipated, but in a few moments, it returned to its original position.
"Get out of the way!" After settling the guests, the third elder rushed back in a hurry, his eyes wide open, and the sound of his sharp claws faintly cutting through the wind as he waved. But at this moment, the demon in the black fog stretched out a pale blue hand.
The hand slowly but firmly transformed into the shape of a snow lion, directly taking down the Third Elder's shocking blow, and twisting the weak point with the backhand, and taking advantage of the opportunity to slap the elder's chest with the other palm. The Third Elder's face turned red, and he immediately vomited blood!
"This is... the Sect Master's way!" Qiu Dan's heart ached as he abruptly changed his address. "The technique we practice is the highest level of the Body Strengthening Sect, and it naturally restrains lower techniques!"
Unexpectedly, the demon this time was completely different from the Smiling Buddha.
This time, the demon was more like a parasitic beast, living within the dead body and stealing all the original skills and muscle memory.
This is really spine-chilling.
"Are you being restrained? Go away and let me do it!" Jiang Fengtian spat, "I'm just here for a feast, how come I'm being forced to work?"
As expected of a swordsman on par with Liu Feiran, Jiang Fengtian wielded his broadsword with impenetrable precision. However, Qiu Mo had been the head of the sect for so many years, so how could he be considered an outsider? In a flash, the man and the demon exchanged hundreds of blows, knocking them from mid-air to the ground, overturning tables and chairs. Seeing that he might not be able to win, Jiang Fengtian immediately shouted, "What are you looking at?! Come on together!"
Everyone: “…”
In a trance, I saw Yun Xian, the slovenly middle-aged man. Sure enough, the same words weren't as appealing when spoken by someone other than her.
Qiu Zhuo and Qiu Dan were still hesitant, but when they thought about the overall situation of the sect, they had no choice but to go ahead even if it seemed unfilial.
Fortunately, the current "Qiu Mo" is not a smiling Buddha, nor has he practiced the Buddhist transformation sutra that can brainwash people. But even so, his martial arts skills should not be underestimated, and he relies on the thick black fog around him to break out of the encirclement.
Amidst the muffled roar of fighting, the little tune, which had come from nowhere, continued to hum, disturbing everyone's mind. Ji Rongxue, for some unknown reason, was slightly distracted. At that moment, Qiu Mo's pale hand reached directly for her face, and the sharp wind whistled!
Yun Xian said: "Be careful!!"
Just a moment of distraction could reveal the outcome. Ji Rongxue knew it was too late to dodge, her brows darkening as she risked serious injury to inflict a similar wound on the opponent. The sharp wind was already approaching, but she didn't close her eyes. At this critical moment, a soft golden light flashed before her eyes.
The sharp wind slammed fiercely into the golden barrier. Qi Zhiye, who was standing next to him, groaned and said unhappily, "Are you standing there waiting for me to do it again? Are you still in a daze?"
Ji Rongxue dodged and looked at him in surprise.
Is this the Golden Bell Cover?
But didn't Qi Xingye say that he would never learn this...
"Brother Qi!! What a great Golden Bell Cover!! So stable!! So cool!!!" Seeing how precise this is, it takes several nights of practice to achieve it. Yun Xian was excited, but he didn't forget to bring up the topic, "But didn't you say that not all Buddhist practitioners need to -"
Qi Zhiye said with a sour face: "I didn't say that! Don't ask! Are you still going to fight?!"
Xue Lingxiu: "Tsk tsk tsk."
Qiao Lingshan: "Fellow Daoist Xue, Yun Xian wants you to hold yourself tight, don't come any closer!"
Su Chi silently swung his sword in a flower pattern, and his attack became more fierce.
Jiang Fengtian, standing beside him, was completely baffled. This kid's swordsmanship was simple and unpretentious, yet powerful enough to split mountains and overturn seas. Why was he suddenly swinging his sword in a flowery pattern, doing something so flashy? Was he trying to impress someone at this moment?
The elders returned one after another and quickly joined the formation. Everyone knew that this matter could not be delayed for long, so they all worked very hard. Finally, in the final combined palm, "Qiu Mo"'s body burst apart and quickly turned into ash.
Under the silent gaze, the leader of a clan ended up being crushed to ashes and his body was torn to pieces.
The throats of the people from the Body Building Sect were dry. Qiu Zhuo said, "...are you feeling better now?"
Qiu Dan asked, "What about this Sect Leader Seal?"
Not to mention the leader's seal, now even the leader is gone. This situation has never happened since the first leader.
What can we do? The funeral banquet turned out to be such a mess. We can talk about it later. The most important thing now is to escort those guests out of the Body Refining Sect and tell them to keep it secret. Whether it can be sealed or not is another matter, but at least the Sect Leader's affairs must not be spread.
Fortunately, this demon could only cause trouble in the main hall.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, but at this moment, Yun Xian said, "That's not right. Ji...that demon is still here!"
The magic stone in her hand not only did not go out, but it even became hotter! !
"..." Ji Rongxue said with an unpleasant expression, "Nan Ronghong is missing again!"
Undoubtedly, she wasn't possessed by a demon, but a completely ordinary person. However, judging by her appearance, she didn't look quite normal either.
Could it be another madwoman? Ji Shang was a madwoman, Nan Ronghong was also a madwoman. How could Qiu Mo be so unlucky as to have run into two madwomen in a row? Who drove whom mad? Who possessed whom? Who killed Qiu Mo? Who did Qiu Mo kill, and what did he want?!
The melody grew louder and louder, and Su Chi said indifferently, "Guest, you can't leave."
Qiu Zhuo said: "What?!"
Su Chi: "Demon Realm."
"What konjac..." Qiu Zhuoqiang laughed, "How much bigger can it get?! I've already asked them to evacuate..."
Su Chi: "The entire body-building sect."
Qiu Zhuo: “?”
Ji Rongxue looked up at the sky. A large hole had been broken in the hall by the previous fight, and snow poured in, scattering all over, wetting her eyelashes.
The voices of the people around me grew fainter and fainter, their figures growing more distant. It was as if some transparent medium was silently separating us from each other.
She stood alone in the snow, with only the resentful tune in her ears.
Finally, everything returned to silence.
The next moment, two hands grabbed her, their palms warm and clasped tightly.
Yun Xian's voice broke into her world again: "Miss, am I smart? It seems that if I catch it, I won't be separated! Look!"
She held Ji Rongxue's hand with her left hand and Su Chi with her right hand. Next to Su Chi was Feng Ye, who looked like he wanted to die. Qi Xingye was holding Feng Ye's collar. There was a long line of people.
On the other side was Qiao Lingshan, who looked away uncomfortably.
The main hall was gone. Or rather, most of the buildings were gone, leaving only the vast expanse of white snow.
"Demon, spirit body..." Qi Xingye really didn't expect that the demon's destructive power could be so strong. His expression was complicated: "Demon spirit, I've never heard of it before."
It was Ji Shang's magic that combined with Qiu Mo's spirit. Otherwise, with Ji Shang's cultivation, he would not be able to unfold such a magic domain, and he would not have such a high level of control over the body forging gate.
"Yeah." Yun Xian pinched Ji Rongxue's icy claws, then compared them to Su Chi's. He realized he was out of luck, so he grabbed two large ice cubes and sighed, "We're still in the first stage, and they've already started to innovate, constantly taking the essence and discarding the dross."
Xue Lingxiu: "...At this time, you are very good at using idioms."
With Ji Rongxue around, no one dared to speak. After all, it looked like the only one hurt in the world was the eldest daughter. What kind of unlucky parents were these, and what kind of unlucky child was this?
"But, isn't it said that Qiu Mo and Ji Shang are just strangers on a daily basis? If he's unwilling, how can Ji Shang combine with his spirit?" Yun Xian said, "Brother Qi, you can sense obsession. Can you try to communicate in the Demon Realm? That way, we can at least know who harmed him."
Qi Zhiye's expression was complicated for a moment, and he said, "To be honest, I did this from the beginning."
Everyone: "How?"
"I finally understand why I always felt something was wrong, but couldn't put my finger on it." Qi Xingye said, "Ordinary people's obsessions are often filled with resentment, regret, a desire for revenge, and so on. But Sect Leader Qiu Mo's obsession is too simple."
"Simple?" Xue Lingxiu frowned. "What do you mean?"
"He didn't even have time to feel resentment. He was just filled with confusion." Qi Zhiye twitched the corner of his lips, not knowing what expression would be appropriate. "Before he died, he just wanted to know who killed him."
Everyone: “………………”
You don’t even know about feelings?!
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