Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Rong Jian was finally certain that the person in front of him was indeed not the real Feng Xing'er.
The real Feng Xing'er...maybe she was just an ordinary little girl with no special abilities, and maybe she is no longer alive.
Rong Jian suddenly remembered what Old Man Ge had said in the noodle shop, asking them to cure Feng Xing'er at all costs.
At that time, Yu Bie Liu was silent for a while and did not agree in time, so he stepped forward to continue the conversation.
He also talked about protecting Feng Xing'er, but the real Feng Xing'er is no longer with us, and the murderer is most likely the man in front of him, the bastard who occupied Feng Xing'er's body and deceived everyone.
...No, that's not right!
Why did Yu Bie Liu hesitate at that time? Why didn't she respond to Old Man Ge's words? Did she discover something?
Rong Jian was distracted for a moment, but suddenly, he felt a strong force on his shoulder.
But it was the "Feng Xing'er" in front of him who kicked him on the shoulder.
"Hey, you can still be distracted at a time like this? Do you know what you're about to face?"
After a moment of silence, Rong Jian simply turned over, lay on his back on the ground, and looked at the girl from bottom to top.
"What are you facing...isn't it just that you have bad intentions and want my body? To take it over? Haha."
Suspicion about "Feng Xing'er" reappeared, and some details that had been overlooked in memory became clear at any time.
Maybe he shouldn't have been soft-hearted because of being rescued and let go of his suspicion of Feng Xing'er. He had clearly thought that this might be a drama directed and acted by her, but he chose the wrong answer in the end.
From the very beginning, she came here with a purpose!
But Rong Jian never expected that this person actually coveted his body.
It’s ridiculous to think about it. Not long ago, this body couldn’t even absorb spiritual energy.
Everyone thought he was useless, including himself, who had resented his "rootless" body more than once.
As a result, now, someone has taken a fancy to it and wants to snatch it away.
Rong Jian couldn't help but wonder, if this person succeeded and found that his body couldn't even absorb basic spiritual power, how would he feel?
Oh, maybe not...
While this person was occupying Feng Xing'er's body, he also digested Feng Xing'er's memories very cleanly, so that he could appear flawless in front of them.
Even Old Man Ge, who had a close relationship with Feng Xing'er, failed to notice anything unusual.
In that case, I can also obtain his memories, memories about... Fu.
"Feng Xing'er" blinked, tilted her head, and asked with a puzzled look.
"Aren't you afraid? Taking over someone else's body will erase the original body's soul!"
Just like Feng Xing'er, her soul was absorbed and refined by him, and completely disappeared from this world.
Rong Jian had no expression on his face.
"Is being afraid useful? Can you let me go?"
There's no point in being afraid, and there's no point in trying hard... He needs to wait.
"Hehe, of course I can't let you go!"
"Feng Xing'er" smiled happily with a joyful expression.
"But you can rest assured. I will help you continue on with your life. Join the Yantian Sect, practice diligently, or... maybe even enjoy a loving relationship with your fiancée?"
After finishing her words, "Feng Xing'er" raised her hand and waved it with spiritual power.
Rong Jian only felt an invisible force restraining him, stopping all possible movements.
He felt himself floating up with the force, moving towards the altar, and finally, landed at a place on the altar.
Then, the power in his body dissipated, and "Feng Xing'er" jumped lightly, landed on the altar in a position symmetrical to him, and sat down cross-legged.
"Feng Xing'er" waved her hand, and released several spiritual powers that flashed with spiritual light and flew towards various directions of the altar.
Rong Jian tilted his head to look, then sat up with the help of his good arm, speaking in a calm tone.
"It looks like I won't be alive for long."
"Yes!" Without even looking up, Feng Xing'er turned around and continued to fiddle with the spirit stone. "But your attitude is rare. You accept your fate so easily."
"How about, since I accepted my fate so easily, can you answer a few of my questions?" Rong Jian chuckled and shook his head, as if he was feeling mocking himself.
It was indeed ironic. The person who was about to kill me was right in front of me, but I had no way to survive. I couldn't even hurt him a little bit.
Feng Xing'er nodded nonchalantly, "I'll tell you when I'm happy."
Rong Jian pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, and asked, "How do you determine that my body can meet your needs?"
Things like talent and physique usually require professional equipment to test, but he did not have the opportunity to show his talent.
Besides, according to Fu, among the instruments currently used by the cultivator world to test talent, there should be no one that can accurately assess his talent.
Of course, this does not include things like spiritual pressure formations that detect from the side.
"I happened to see you fighting with the Deadwood Wolf the other day. Your speed, strength, and reflexes... far surpassed those of an average Body Tempering cultivator. The better your talent, the higher your ceiling. This is an unchanging rule."
So, this person had already been keeping an eye on him at that time? So, her and the mercenary's subsequent appearance near him was also a deliberate plan.
With one hand supporting his chin, Rong Jian suddenly asked an unexpected question.
"So did you peek at me that day?"
Feng Xing'er appeared in front of him by the stream, and he had just finished washing and came ashore.
"Feng Xing'er"'s hand trembled as she waved the spirit stone, and she raised her eyes and glared at Rong Jian.
"Look at you, I don't have that kind of special fetish!"
Although it was a boy's voice, it contained a lot of indignation.
"Oh..." Rong Jian tilted his head, paused for a moment, and continued, "Then, one last question, who are you?"
Rong Jian had no idea about the true identity of the person in front of him. The only thing he could be sure of was that this person was definitely an evil cultivator.
Controlling vengeful ghosts and corpses, causing continuous rain, and using cruel methods to harm people... he has no other intentions except to cultivate evil.
In response, "Feng Xing'er" shook her head.
"I'm really sorry, I'm not very happy about this issue."
Before, if he said he was happy, he would answer the question, but now he is unhappy, which means he refuses to answer the question.
But Rong Jian laughed, his tone mocking, "Well, so you're just a shameful rat..."
"Feng Xing'er"'s face turned cold, and a cold light condensed in her eyes, shooting directly at Rong Jian.
But suddenly, the seriously injured Rong Jian burst out with all his spiritual power, and despite his injuries, he jumped into the air. A white unicorn flew over and caught him steadily on its back.
At the same time, the sword intent split the space and descended into this space with the power of the vast heaven and earth.
The knife flashed and instantly cut the sitting girl's body into two halves, falling onto the altar below her.
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