Chapter 87 Chapter 87 (Revised) When you come back, I will...
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
She had briefly introduced herself when she entered the room just now, and only then did everyone remember who Mu Jinyue was.
Ye Tianjiao couldn't help but mutter, "I was wondering why this old guy took his female disciple with him all day long. This female disciple really has other uses... That's not right."
Ye Tianjiao suddenly realized what was happening and quickly turned to look at Jiang Zhaoxue, saying anxiously, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I just ordered the best doctor. If this is pure Yin blood, then there's no point in saving it! If the person dies, then the matter is over, right?"
The Pure Yin Blood has meaning only if it lives. If it dies on the road, the God-Slaying Sword will never be born.
"Stop talking nonsense," Qian Sisi scoffed. "Song Wulan is a fortune teller. He must have known that Miss Mu has pure Yin blood, which is why he went to such great lengths to plan and wait. If she dies now, the God-Slaying Sword will never be unveiled. What's the point of Song Wulan keeping those two million people around? He should just kill them immediately."
Song Wu Lan had kept the person alive just to wait for Mu Jinyue.
Only when the pure Yin blood and the evil spirit that brings disaster to the world appear at the same time can the sword of beheading gods be obtained. If any step is advanced, new changes will occur.
Song Wu Lan has waited for so long. If Mu Jinyue died halfway, he would have no reason to wait.
"I was just kidding," Ye Tianjiao sighed, knowing the limits. "Besides, Miss Mu is innocent after all. We can't just let her life go to waste for our sake, can we?"
As he spoke, Ye Tianjiao remembered something and couldn't help but say, "But, sister," he turned to look at Jiang Zhaoxue, "If you want to come with us to save people...you won't take the God-Slaying Sword?"
"Take it."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened to their words, tapping the table in thought, and said nonchalantly, "Let's try another method. I'm a legitimate cultivator, not an evil one. I can't do something like exchanging human lives for a divine artifact with a clear conscience."
"Then..." Ye Wenzhi sat aside and looked up at Jiang Zhaoxue, "Where is Master Shen?"
These words made Jiang Zhaoxue pause.
Jiang Zhaoxue is willing to find another opportunity to obtain the Sword of God-Slaying, but Shen Yuqing is not sure.
When Ye Wenzhi asked, Jiang Zhaoxue didn't dare to answer on behalf of Shen Yuqing.
Seeing Jiang Zhaoxue's silence, everyone became nervous. Destroying the Holy Pool was already a desperate gamble. If Shen Yuqing wanted to intervene, what chance did they have of winning?
"I'm not sure about his decision," Jiang Zhaoxue pondered. "But don't worry, I'll save him to the end. Since this is the True Fairyland's fault, it's natural for us to resolve it ourselves. I'll go talk to him now. If we can reach an agreement, that would be great."
"What if we can't reach an agreement?"
Ye Wenzhi pressed for an answer.
"We can't reach an agreement..."
Jiang Zhaoxue pondered for a moment and said slowly, "I'll separate Mu Jinyue from him first. You guys find a safe place and hide Mu Jinyue first. If we can't reach an agreement through negotiation, we'll have to take the initiative..."
This made everyone look at each other, and Ye Tianjiao said cautiously: "You...you plan to kill Shen Yuqing?"
"How is this possible?" Jiang Zhaoxue was a little surprised.
Not to mention that the heart-to-heart contract is with Shen Yuqing, killing him would be tantamount to suicide.
Even without a shared heart contract, Shen Yuqing was the head of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion and carried the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion's Soul Lamp, which could see the moment someone died and lock onto their enemy. If she truly killed someone, Patriarch Gu Jun would never let her go. A battle between Penglai and the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion was inevitable, and she hadn't yet reached that point.
"I'm just trying to lock him up for a while," Jiang Zhaoxue explained patiently, "and then when we're done with our business, he'll wake up."
"Master Jiang is so righteous." Ye Wenzhi listened, stood up, and bowed to Jiang Zhaoxue. "Wenzhi thanks the Master on behalf of the people."
"It's all our fault." Jiang Zhaoxue smiled bitterly, "Master Ye, you're welcome."
The two sides talked and exchanged greetings.
While they were talking, Pei Zichen stood by their side, silent. He waited until Jiang Zhaoxue had confirmed all the details and led him out of the room and into the backyard. When no one was around, he finally spoke, whispering, "My Lady."
With this sudden sound, the barrier silently opened. Jiang Zhaoxue stopped and turned back to see Pei Zichen standing not far away. He looked a little worried and said hesitantly, "Do you really want to join Ye Tianjiao and the others to rescue them?"
Jiang Zhaoxue blinked, somewhat puzzled.
Pei Zichen pondered and continued, "The God-Slaying Sword is related to the life and death of the True Immortal Realm, and the fate of this time and space has been determined. The Queen has tied the cause and effect of millions of people to herself..."
He frowned: "Have you thought about the consequences?"
The question was quite pointed. Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything. She thought for a moment, then walked forward, stared into Pei Zichen's eyes, and approached him, smiling, "Are you worried about me?"
She leaned too close, and the wind blew her fragrance towards him. Pei Zichen lowered his eyes, his face showing no emotion, and he replied softly, "Yeah."
As he spoke, his hand silently gripped the hilt of the sword, pretending to be calm and saying, "A fortune teller can change fate, but it may hurt himself. Saving the person in front of you is enough. As for others, my lady, you should think twice. If you must save them," Pei Zichen looked up at her and said seriously, "then I will do it."
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything, just looked at him carefully.
Pei Zichen looked at the person so close to him and felt his heartbeat quicken little by little.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled, tapped his forehead lightly with her finger, and cursed with a smile: "You are really capable."
Her sleeves were filled with fragrance, and the force she used wasn't great, but it pushed Pei Zichen so hard that his heart trembled.
His eyes involuntarily followed Jiang Zhaoxue, watching her turn and walk forward. He said slowly, "I know what you're worried about. Saving these people who are doomed to die now is equivalent to changing the karma of the present. If a disaster occurs in the future, it will be blamed on me. I used to think so too."
As Jiang Zhaoxue spoke, she lifted her skirt and stepped onto the steps, fanning herself. Pei Zichen followed behind her, watching her skirt sway with every step, like the rippling water of a lake, wave after wave hitting his heart.
"I've always tried to minimize my interference with this time and space. Thirteen years ago, I didn't take four-year-old Li Xiuji away. Five years ago, I didn't track down Song Wulan. What was the result?"
Listening to Li Xiuji, Pei Zichen's expression faded a little, and he only said: "A person will meet many people in his life, and my lady does not need to take everyone to heart."
"But his karma is related to me." Jiang Zhaoxue sighed and murmured softly, "I didn't want to be involved in karma with them. As a result, Li Xiuji lived a life of wandering, and Pei Shulan also turned sword against me. I always wanted history to have nothing to do with me, but if you think about it carefully, from the moment we returned to the past, it couldn't be unrelated to us. We planted the seeds of karma, but in the name of destiny, we ignored them and just took the Sword of God Slayer and left. Is this what a cultivator should do?"
"But they are already destined..."
"What do you mean by destiny?"
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but turn around and ask back, and Pei Zichen paused.
Seeing him stunned, Jiang Zhaoxue smiled and turned forward.
"Everyone cultivates a different path. You and Shen Yuqing believe that the future is chosen by Heaven, so you must follow the guidance of history and the Book of Destiny. But I don't believe that. Is history necessarily the truth? Does the Book of Destiny necessarily describe the future? What if it lies to us? To me, the Way of Heaven should conform to the righteous path and is an unchangeable number. Therefore, seeking survival is the Way of Heaven, and seeking goodness is also the Way of Heaven. I believe that destiny is chosen by oneself, and the results obtained by following one's heart are the true destiny."
Pei Zichen listened and pressed down the willow branches beside her. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up at the bright moon. "The Tracing Light Mirror won't let me come back in vain. It must have a purpose for me to come back. Perhaps the purpose of my return is to save so many people. Looking back from the True Fairyland 1,200 years from now, so many of them have suffered a disaster in history, but if we look back from 1,400 years from now, or even in the more distant future-"
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it, then suddenly laughed and joked, "Perhaps history tells us that these people were originally destined to face a disaster, but the Tracing Light Mirror sent Penglai Zhenwu Yuanjun back in time, where he proved wise and powerful and saved the world?"
"But everything in this world has a price." Pei Zichen was still worried after hearing Jiang Zhaoxue's words. "If you change the disaster that has already been determined, your luck will definitely be damaged. I'm afraid you..."
"A cultivator's luck is often predetermined by heaven," Jiang Zhaoxue interrupted him, reciting some knowledge he had already learned since he first began cultivating. "The only way to change one's luck is to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, earning the faith and worship of mortals. If I can truly save so many people and gain their faith, my luck will surely increase greatly. Perhaps the added luck will far outweigh the cost."
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and suddenly became happy: "Wouldn't I make a fortune then?"
"Madam..." Pei Zichen listened helplessly, "You are gambling."
"I'm a fortune teller," Jiang Zhaoxue stopped and looked back, looking at him in shock, "I gamble every day."
These words left Pei Zichen speechless. He knew that all Jiang Zhaoxue said were excuses.
It was her excuse to cover up the sharp pain in her heart when she saw the child following his parents and holding a knife towards her in order to survive.
Whether or not she would benefit from it, she probably wouldn't be indifferent to such a thing.
This is her way.
He quietly looked at the person covered in moonlight, as if he was looking at a jade statue of Guanyin Buddha.
Seeing that he was silent and still worried, Jiang Zhaoxue walked up to him with a smile, raised her hand to brush away the fallen leaves on his shoulders, straightened the messy wrinkles on his shoulders, and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, the situation is not right, I will retreat immediately, everything is arranged, everything will be fine."
As she spoke, she placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled, "Smile, huh?"
Pei Zichen said nothing, feeling the warmth of Jiang Zhaoxue's palm through her clothes, and looked at her quietly.
Jiang Zhaoxue noticed that there was something else in his eyes. She looked up at him and saw that he seemed to want to ask something but didn't dare to.
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, she assumed that he had accepted the result and decided with a smile: "Okay, now that we know the situation, you and I will divide the work and cooperate. Take your hand."
As she spoke, she shook her sleeves, revealing a fair wrist, then pulled his left hand over and began to draw a spell on his palm with her index finger.
She drew quickly, and where her fingertips passed, there was a slight tingling sensation. Pei Zichen suppressed the ripples in his heart and asked calmly, "What is this?"
"This is the mandarin duck rope spell."
Jiang Zhaoxue explained as she drew, "I'll go find Shen Yuqing later. I'll first find a way to get some of Shen Yuqing's blood for you, and then separate Mu Jinyue and Shen Yuqing. After you take Mu Jinyue away and trap her, drop the rune on her body, take a piece of her hair and a drop of her blood, refine the hair, write Shen Yuqing's birth date and time on a paper figure, use his blood to cast a spell and make a puppet, and finally tie the refined hair to the paper figure."
As she spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue placed her palms against Pei Zichen's. With a swipe of her other hand, a Qiankun Lottery appeared in mid-air. She drew a formation with one hand and then cast a spell: "The laws of nature are unpredictable, and your luck depends on the heavens. Best of luck, all laws will be fulfilled, and it will come true!"
The best fortune stick flew out, and after being crushed, the light of Dharma fell into the palms of the two people.
Jiang Zhaoxue watched as their palms lit up, and felt a rune appear on her own hand, knowing the spell had taken effect. She couldn't help but smile, and withdrew her palm from Pei Zichen, asking for a paper figurine. She began writing Shen Yuqing's birth date on the paper figurine, and continued, "If Shen Yuqing and I can't reach an agreement, then you can lock the mandarin duck rope on Shen Yuqing's puppet, and I can trap him here."
"Master has strong spiritual power. How do you plan to sleep?"
Pei Zichen listened to Jiang Zhaoxue's arrangements with a puzzled look on his face.
Shen Yuqing was halfway through the tribulation, and there weren't many things that could trap him. The spiritual power flowing through the spell that Jiang Zhaoxue wrote on his palm wasn't strong, and it was obviously not something that could trap Shen Yuqing.
Jiang Zhaoxue smiled upon hearing this, and simply handed the paper figurine with Shen Yuqing's spell written on it back to him, and explained with a smile: "The mandarin duck rope is not about spiritual power, but about care."
"Care?" Pei Zichen held the paper man and didn't understand.
Jiang Zhaoxue nodded and patiently explained, "The mandarin duck rope is to turn the person who gave the black hair into a soul rope and tie it to the other person. It's easy to untie, but once it's untied, the person who gave the black hair will die."
Pei Zichen was stunned for a moment, then he understood: "Are you trying to trap Master with my junior sister's life?"
"That's right." Jiang Zhaoxue nodded and continued, "But Mu Jinyue has pure Yin blood, so it can still be useful. So I changed the spell this time. If Shen Yuqing really tries to break through it, she will just fall unconscious immediately, but she won't die. But Shen Yuqing won't know, so the effect is the same."
"He won't let Mu Jinyue die."
Jiang Zhaoxue spoke confidently, and Pei Zichen slowly raised his eyes, his eyes hesitant to speak.
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help laughing when she saw his expression. "You've been hesitating since just now. What exactly do you want to say?"
"Nothing." Pei Zichen listened, then struggled to suppress his thoughts. He followed Jiang Zhaoxue's thoughts and said, "You can discuss this with Master later. I will keep in touch with you. If I can't sense you anymore, I will return immediately."
As long as they can keep in touch, Jiang Zhaoxue can use the Servant Contract to summon him to her side at any time.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoxue smiled without saying anything, just stared at him with a smile.
Pei Zichen looked up in confusion: "Madam?"
"Really, there's nothing to ask?" Jiang Zhaoxue asked again with a smile, and Pei Zichen paused slightly.
Sensing the joking tone in Jiang Zhaoxue's voice, his eyes moved slightly, and he slowly moved his gaze to the crooked hairpin on Jiang Zhaoxue's head. He stared at it for a long time and said softly, "My lady, your hairpin is crooked."
Jiang Zhaoxue was a little surprised. She didn't expect him to say this.
She raised her hand to support, and saw the young man reach out and hold her hanging sleeve.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked up blankly, and saw Pei Zichen pulling her sleeves and sealing her sword intent one by one.
His spiritual power flowed over her clothes without any reservation, surrounding her whole body. She was a little at a loss for a moment, and didn't know what Pei Zichen meant by doing this. She just let him seal the sword intent on her clothes. After she was completely wrapped in his sword intent, he hesitated to let go and looked up at her.
His eyes seemed to want to speak but he hesitated. In the end, he just smiled and said softly, "I hope you will remember your promise. When you come back, I will help you with your hairpin."
As he spoke, Pei Zichen raised his hand and all his spiritual power disappeared into the depths. No one else could sense it except Jiang Zhaoxue.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked up in surprise and saw him smiling gently. Then he moved his gaze away from her, raised his hand, and the moonlight turned into a palace lantern in his hand, and he stepped forward.
"Let's go," he said softly, his back to her, "I will lead the way for you."
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