Wen Jingge was worried for them, as every place in this area was a dead end. Unable to find a solution, she could only sit on the ground, observing and racking her brains.
For some reason, her body suddenly felt much lighter.
It was as if the hooks of the Black and White Impermanence were pulling at her soul, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"Ah-Cai! Did you do this?"
Ah Cai didn't respond, as if he were asleep. She realized that this place was indeed not on Ah Cai's side.
“I have an idea,” she said. “Some time ago, I found a few pages of the Soul Clan’s incomplete scroll in the hands of an old beggar. The Soul Clan has been extinct for tens of thousands of years, and the incomplete scrolls are completely unusable. But, I seem to be different.”
She didn't care whether Ah-Cai was listening or not; she just wanted to talk to someone.
Wen Jingge considers herself a person who can endure loneliness. She was like that when she was a writer in her previous life. She would stay at home for two or three months at a time and only go out once. This also left her with the habit of talking to herself.
The disciples of Xuan Yun Sect chattered away, and over time it became a habit. Their master was aloof, so she could only make conversation, or rather, pick fights, while also trying to maintain her persona.
On the ten-thousand-foot peak, she rarely spoke on her own initiative. It was not a good thing for her disciples to be too talented. They would say one sentence and then imagine a thousand sentences in their minds. They would accidentally advance in rank, and she would have to step in to suppress their cultivation.
“Ah Cai…” she looked at the jade wall, her eyes filled with greed, “How much gold and spirit stones do you think these stones are worth?”
Only those who cultivate themselves use spirit stones as currency, while ordinary people use gold and stone, such as silver, gold, and bone coins. Most of the time, the two are used interchangeably.
Ah Cai probably despised her greedy nature. Before Wen Jingge could give any instructions, he took the initiative to transform into a beam of light and enter the spatial ring on Wen Jingge's finger.
"Sigh! I feel like I'm wasting resources. Oh well, we have enough manpower, we can just pack them up when the time comes." She closed her eyes helplessly, her hands rapidly forming hand seals. "Today, let me show you the hand speed of someone who's been single for a hundred years! Face the storm!"
"God's burden!"
"God's will!"
"God's judgment is about to begin!"
"God is unstoppable!"
"God will lead us to..."
Yang Wennan paused, her hand holding the magic seal. It must be her imagination.
He could actually feel Ji A'lao speaking in his ear, and an even more terrifying soul force enveloped him from behind. Cold sweat poured down his back.
Buzz!
A whooshing sound came, as if something had broken.
Then came a series of loud tremors. Lu Wei looked at Yang Wennan in surprise. Just now, he had smelled a familiar scent.
Soul Clan.
When he became famous, he was already a pariah among the Soul Clan. This ancient aura is unmistakable, but why is it so strong?
It was as if he were in a world tens of thousands of years ago.
The Xuan Qi is not as lush as it used to be. He knows Yang Wennan's capabilities, but why does he have such a profound aura?
Yang Wennan's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground. Looking behind him, he realized that he had noticed a gaze watching him from behind.
"Master?" he called uncertainly, recalling Qi Yun's cold eyes. "Is it you?"
Wen Jingge slowly opened her eyes. The aura of the Soul Clan had not yet dissipated. She looked at Lu Wei and gave him a wink, but did not receive the expected response.
"Did you get trash in your eyes?"
Wen Jingge rolled her eyes, took off her shoes, and threw them towards Lu Wei with a kind of spiritual power. He caught them reflexively.
Wen Jingge: ...
"You must have a serious illness!" Wen Jingge jumped and ran. The jade wall was destroyed, and all the passages were opened, forming a bright and open plane.
Seeing his master's exasperated expression, Ling Yi seemed to realize something and cautiously looked at the Grand Master, unable to hold back: "Grand Master, the Holy Son was behind you just now, he ran away."
"..." Lu Wei was almost crying from her own stupidity.
Looking at his hand, which was red from being smashed, he realized that the Soul Clan had a brand that usually required face-to-face contact to be imprinted with a curse. However, Wen Jingge was able to attach the mark to an object in a short time, which showed how terrifying his ability was.
"I'll go after them!"
"Amitabha, well done, well done!" The monk began repeating his favorite phrase again, "Good, wonderful, enlightening."
"Is there something wrong?" Wen Jingge asked, brandishing her fist.
Her hands were very white, her wrists were very slender, and her fists were very small; they were the kind of hands that wouldn't hurt even if she were punched.
If you ignore the dark gray aura surrounding the fist, that's what's called a soul imprint, a curse that can take root in the soul.
As long as the soul is immortal, the curse will also live on forever.
"What's wrong with your leg?" Wen Jingge looked at Yang Wennan kneeling on the ground with a puzzled expression, not understanding what he was up to. "You've been a disciple for a while now, have I ever punished you? You haven't done anything wrong, why are you kneeling?"
“No, the corporal punishment was all done by the Grand Master.” Yang Wennan answered seriously, but his gaze toward Wen Jinge was still strange. Out of consideration for the presence of the Buddha of Compassion and Joy, an outsider, he said no more.
"I don't know what happened to my leg. I guess it was injured by the sword energy earlier! I'm so grateful that you helped me avoid this calamity, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to see my master again."
He knew in his heart that this monk was cunning and shrewd. When the Grand Master woke up, he was probably also awake and eavesdropping. Otherwise, how could he have blocked the sword energy so quickly?
The monk behaved very well along the way, but he was also ruthless when it came to using him. Most likely, he wanted to ask his master for something, and saving him was just to make his master owe him a favor.
Even though he felt uncomfortable, he could only follow the trap set by the monk and pretend to be a clueless child who could be taken advantage of.
This was an open conspiracy, and he couldn't refuse.
Upon hearing this, Ling Yi let out a sigh for some reason, then moved closer to Yang Wennan and helped him up. "Senior brother, you can lean on me a bit, although I'm small and might not be able to hold you very steadily."
"Thank you, junior brother."
"You're welcome." Ling Yi helped him, but it was still a bit difficult. "Master, if Grand Master chased after them, what do we do now?"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly swayed, causing Yang Wennan, whom he was supporting, to fall to the ground as well: "What's wrong with you?"
Yang Wennan knew he didn't do it on purpose, because Ling Yi's face was covered in cold sweat, and his face was so white it was almost transparent.
"Huh?" The monk exclaimed in surprise, then pretended nothing had happened and continued to play with his prayer beads.
At that moment, the broken jade discs, like flowing water, slowly gathered together.
After a violent earthquake, Wen Jingge saw a huge beam of light, and a door appeared in a cave about the size of three or four basketball courts.
The door, made of jade, is engraved with a picture of a valley.
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