"This disciple does not understand." On the fifth day, around midnight, Liang Si was woken up to do hard labor. They were standing on a broken wall.
This courtyard is located a little south of Mogan City. It is an abandoned courtyard. A few days ago, there were traces of thunder and lightning striking the courtyard, and there were even many footprints in the courtyard.
"What don't you understand?"
"Since this is a place that my master and his disciples have been to, and Mogan City has returned to peace, then why did my master bring his disciples here to guard this place for two nights?"
"Look how soundly your master is sleeping right now!"
"..." Liang Si.
"Do more work and talk less."
"..." Liang Si: "Okay."
"You'll be told when it's your turn."
"Today is the night of the full moon, and we have been waiting for a long time." Lu Wei floated out from Wen Jingge's body. "I only know that I have a better chance of finding my body on the night of the full moon. The place was chosen by your master, who said it was the old site of Qianyan."
"The place Master chose must be right."
Having experienced what happened in her previous life, Liang Si feels helpless about some of Wen Jingge's embarrassing moments in this life, but she still trusts her unconditionally in crucial moments.
"Sycophant!" Lu Wei rolled her eyes at her. "If I died again, would you still be this clingy to me? And if someone said bad things about me, would you spit water at them and kill them?"
Liang Si stared at him for a long time, "...No."
"Why?"
"In my past life..."
"Cough cough, cough cough cough, get to work! No, cough cough, no slacking off!"
"Alright, alright, I won't ask. Surely you didn't become a demon under my guidance in your past life!"
Liang Si's face paled, and she laughed awkwardly, "Hehehe, hehehe, Grandmaster is joking!"
"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough, it must be a joke." Wen Jingge agreed and then picked up the shovel and started working.
"No, I was right!"
"Cough cough cough cough..." Wen Jingge coughed.
"Hehehehe..." Liang Si chuckled foolishly.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Both pairs of eyes fell on Lu Wei, who was still in his soul form. He said awkwardly, "I just feel like I don't fit in if I don't make some weird noises."
Liang Si: ...
Wen Jingge: ...
"You guys, get to work! Don't stop! It's almost midnight. If you miss this month, you'll have to wait until next month."
Do you feel your body is buried deep?
"It must be... quite deep! Otherwise, why would tomb raiders dig it up?"
“That makes sense.” Wen Jingge closed her eyes. Seeing the two looking at her with confusion, she explained, “I’ve recently figured out a bit of the Soul Clan’s methods. Let’s give it a try. If it doesn’t work, we’ll keep digging.”
Lu Wei: "Is it really just a little bit?"
"Just a little," Wen Jingge said modestly.
"Should I leave first?" There were too many precedents, to the point that Lu Wei was now overly suspicious.
"The Soul Clan! A small race with very low damage output, it would be a miracle if they could use any advanced spells."
Lu Wei cautiously looked around, ran to Liang Si's side, and stood back to back with him. "Wen Xiaowu, do you know what? I'm especially afraid that right after you finish saying that, a ghost will suddenly appear next to me."
Wen Jingge's lips twitched. Although he was speechless inside, he still put on an air of superiority.
In the early days after she came down the mountain, she led her disciples in performing shamanic rituals. She only appeared occasionally, not many times, but she still learned the shamanic manners perfectly.
Whether you're good or not, if you put on airs, people will trust you.
Seeking divine intervention, consulting Buddhas, or knocking on the door of immortals—it all boils down to wanting peace of mind.
As for whose heart is comforted, that depends on the believer himself.
"Don't panic! Don't panic! Don't panic in a crisis! Take out your photo stone and take a picture to remember the moment."
At this time, Liang Si was not very familiar with the multiple functions of the recording stone, because there was no advertising in this world, let alone advertising laws. He did not know that this thing could be sold for money in the hands of his master.
He naively took out the photo-recording stone and naively turned on the recording function.
Then, in a series of lightning-fast actions, his master ascended to heaven again, and then, his master disappeared underground. Ascended to heaven, disappeared underground, ascended to heaven, disappeared underground...
The speed was astonishing; even the surrounding rocks couldn't withstand the commotion. What could be seen on the photographic stone was a human-shaped lightning bolt, streaking with sparks and arcs, flying through the sky and drilling into the ground.
If this were in later generations, workers would be very happy, because it would be a humanoid electric drill that continuously discharges electricity and does not need to be recharged.
Soon, Wen Jingge stopped. This time, she fell into the cave she had created herself.
She spat out the mud and sand in her mouth. "I found it. An ice coffin. You've been cut into eight pieces."
Lu Wei was still reeling from Wen Jinge's stunning performance.
The Soul Clan had already begun its decline when it rose to power. He didn't know why the Soul Clan was regarded as an anomaly by the Three Realms, nor did he even know what a qualified Soul Clan member would do.
Wen Jingge's fluid movements just now were something he couldn't connect with the legendary Soul Clan techniques; instead, he associated her with a burrowing rat.
"Master?" Liang Si suddenly woke up from his dream. He slapped himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming before jumping into the hole in the ground, which was nearly two meters in diameter.
"Master, are you down there?"
"I've been calling you, Master, for ages, and you still won't come down." Wen Jingge clicked her tongue. "I'm afraid you can't use this body anymore."
"Why?" Lu Wei asked, puzzled.
He saw himself dismembered into eight pieces, along with his silver armor. His limbs were sawed off, separated, and fixed in an ice coffin.
If it weren't for Wen Jingge's appearance, probably no one would have imagined that there was a cave beneath this long-abandoned courtyard. The cave was an ice cave, and inside the ice cave was a crystal coffin, in which he was frozen.
"If you were to sew this body back together, do you know what you would face?"
"Is it hard to ever feel this free again?"
“You bear the mark of the Soul Clan,” Wen Jingge said. “This body no longer belongs to you. It has evolved into an independent individual and no longer needs you.”
"Don't need it?" He was stunned. "What, you don't need it?"
"The mark of the Soul Clan tells me that you will never be able to get your body back. There is only one path for you, and that path is death."
"Dead end..."
“Master, think about it, who exactly did you offend? Maybe you can ask for forgiveness.”
"What happened ten thousand years ago? Where am I supposed to find forgiveness?" he said indignantly. "Where am I supposed to find forgiveness?"
"This...this disciple has not considered things thoroughly, please forgive me, Master..."
"It was my fault for getting angry with you, it's okay."
"But I have a way, beg me!"
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