Even if it was fake, Rong Jian couldn't accept it at all... What he saw and felt was just that kind of thing, and he felt disgusted!
The young man's face was distorted, his eyes dangerous. The woman shrank back, her expression terrified, but she began to explain, "A true illusion. The illusions I create will affect the cultivator's senses, so... touch, taste, smell, and so on, are all indistinguishable from the real thing."
So it is true... Rong Jian's face turned even darker.
On the other side, Yubieliu fell on the bed, holding her stomach and laughing. What should she do? She likes watching the little guy's face change more and more hahahahahaha...
"I..." Rong Jian's fists cracked, but seeing the woman looking like she was about to flee, his strength drained away. Forget it, the most important thing now was to find out her background.
"Since that monster was an illusion, what about you now? You too?"
The woman pursed her lips, looking as if she didn't want to answer the question, but under Rong Jian's threatening gaze, she finally nodded.
"Where is your true form?" Rong Jian asked again, "Since it is a magical weapon, it will return to its original form."
"...Humph." Isn't this look good? How beautiful? He really doesn't know how to appreciate it. The woman rolled her eyes and her figure faded away.
Then, the white mist in the yard began to gather and turned into a palm-sized piece of bronze mirror fragment, floating in the air.
Rong Jian reached out to take the fragment and looked at it carefully.
There was a large part missing from the bronze mirror. The piece in his hand should be in the upper left corner. The mirror surface was smooth and clean, but it did not reflect his appearance. An unknown vine was wrapped around the edge of the mirror, and there was also a half-cut flower.
So this is what scares him?
"Hmm..." There was a change on the mirror, and the woman suddenly stretched her head out and moved closer to Rong Jian.
Rong Jian raised his hand and slapped him!
Don't come near me, I can't look at your face!
The woman quickly shrank into the mirror, avoiding Rong Jian's slap, then stuck out her tongue at him with a smug look on her face... You can't hit me, right? Lululu!
Rong Jian: “…” This guy must be a fool.
"How did you appear under the jujube tree? Why did you come out today?" He has been here for so many years and has not seen anything wrong. How come such a rubbish suddenly appeared?
"...I just woke up today!" The mirror shook, and the figure on it disappeared, but the low, seductive voice remained, "Why are you under the jujube tree... I don't know, I just woke up."
"So, why did you come out to scare me?" Rong Jian asked.
The white light on the bronze mirror flashed, but no sound was made.
"Don't want to say it?" Rong Jian narrowed his eyes.
A bronze mirror and a realm spirit had stayed in his courtyard for who knows how many years. They just woke up today, and the first thing they did was to run out and scare him half to death.
No matter how you look at it, he is just a passerby who was dragged into this. But if that is the case, the mirror spirit should not remain silent, but answer his question, unless... the mirror spirit covets something from him and chooses him on its own initiative.
Walking to the center of the yard and picking up the "Jin Rong Xin Fa" he dropped, Rong Jian opened the door and entered the house.
After thinking for a moment, he threw the broken pieces of bronze mirror into the yard and slammed the door shut.
"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. I'm going to sleep. Don't disturb me, or I'll beat you up tomorrow."
"...Oh, no, please let me in, I'm afraid of the dark..."
Rong Jian: “…” Can you come up with a more far-fetched reason?
"Xiao Jianjian, please let me in. Isn't it okay for me to tell you? Oh, oh, oh..."
"Bang!"
The door was opened, and Rong Jian strode out, grabbed the bronze mirror fragment floating in the air, threw it to the ground, and stomped on it!
"Can you please stop being so disgusting? You're just calling me a ghost! Stop crying, stop yelling, and talk properly!"
It’s over. He seemed unable to forget the disgusting appearance that the bronze mirror had conjured up. It was all because of this broken mirror!
"...Rong Jian, you bastard!" The bronze mirror swung into the air, angrily saying, "Can you please not hit me in the face? No, no, no!"
Rong Jian raised his eyebrows and took note of it. He would continue to slap him in the face next time.
"You want to know why I'm looking for you? Fine, I'll tell you!" A white light flashed on the mirror, and a beautiful woman, the size of a palm, crawled out from it, glaring at him fiercely. "Because you're a loser, because everyone looks down on you, and because you'll never be able to turn things around on your own!"
"...What did you say?" Rong Jian blinked with a faint expression on his face.
"I tell you, you're a good-for-nothing piece of shit!" Want to hear it? I can say it a third time.
Rong Jian smiled softly, lowered his eyes, turned around and walked into the house, "...You are right."
I should have recognized the facts long ago, but I refused to accept them. In the end, it was all in vain.
The woman in the bronze mirror blinked and softened her tone: "Rong Jian, I can help you and make you stronger, as long as you promise to help me find my other fragments."
"Is this your purpose?" Rong Jian paused and sneered, "Sorry, I won't help you!"
"No, you will agree." Tong Jing rushed forward and stood in front of Rong Jian. "Think about your so-called cousin, think about your father's attitude towards you, think about... your fiancée."
"Are you sure you can defeat me?" Rong Jian smiled, but there was sadness in the depths of his eyes.
He was moved.
After eight years of being humble and subservient, eight years of cold words and insults, and the humiliation given by Bai Tianyu Bie Liu, he desperately wanted to become stronger.
And now, with this opportunity in front of him, how could he give it up?
"Okay, I promise you." Rong Jian raised his hand and took the bronze mirror, then sat cross-legged on the bed. "Let's get started!"
Yubieliu: "..." I admit that what I said just now was a bit excessive, but you shouldn't be so provoked... You agreed so readily, leaving me with no place to vent all my dissuasion, right? Also, you just agreed and started, are you really that eager?
Urgent? Yes. Rong Jian had been waiting for eight years, so how could he not be anxious?
"What? Didn't you say you would help me?" Seeing that the bronze mirror did not move, Rong Jian asked softly.
In fact, Rong Jian had thought of this when he found out that Jing Lingfu had intentions towards him. The bronze mirror was of a high level, and the help he would need would not be easy. Only if he was strong enough could he help her.
Then, Jing Lingfu must have a method that allows him to practice! Otherwise, she would not choose him.
After figuring this out, Rong Jian was ready to agree.
He might suffer a loss in this transaction, but that was all in the future. What he needed now was to be strong enough to resist fate and defeat Yu Bie Liu!
...Okay.
It’s better to agree to it so that she doesn’t have to waste any more time talking.
"Well, I'll help you." The palm-sized woman on the bronze mirror coughed lightly, put one hand behind her back, and stood up straight. "Everyone knows that the prerequisite for cultivation is to possess spiritual roots. What are spiritual roots? Do you know?"
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