"A suona? What is that?"
Did this world originally not have the suona?
Wen Jingge was taken aback.
However, these details are not important.
The longer Wen Jingge stayed in this world, the more she understood herself before she lost her memory.
When she first woke up, she was averse to the color white, feeling that wearing mourning clothes was unlucky. Ever since the hearse was built, all she could think about was how to assemble a funeral procession.
The flying fish robe is too formal, and the uniformity brings an imposing aura. In comparison, the mourning clothes are more intimidating when you go out to fight, and they seem more in line with the characteristics of becoming a demon overnight.
"Come on, I've prepared everything for you. Study hard!" Wen Jingge smiled kindly. "Don't worry about the future. Before I die, the people of the Secret Sect guarantee they won't harm you."
As for what happens after death, once you're dead, how can anyone care about you?
Wen Jingge had a well-thought-out plan in mind.
Zhiyin knew Wen Jinge before, but it was a long time ago, before the monk under the moon was expelled from the Mizang Sect. Back then, Wen Jinge was a somewhat resilient but sensible child, not the shameless person she is now.
Zhiyin, the little monk known as the Buddha of Good and Evil, was unaware of Wen Jingge's changes over the years, so he believed him.
Even before he met Wen Jinge, the only person he trusted was Wen Jinge; otherwise, he wouldn't have lied to his junior brother to seek Wen Jinge's protection.
How do you use this instrument?
"It can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words." Wen Jingge patted his shoulder, adopting the demeanor of an elder. "I can only tell you that this is a newly crafted magic weapon of mine. It is extremely powerful. If used properly, it can have the power to create the world. Aren't you a cultivator? If you learn it well, it can be a shortcut to heaven."
“Master…” Zhiyin looked thoughtfully at the void, and bowed respectfully to Wen Jingge, “Thank you.”
"You're welcome."
"Ancestor, the matter here is settled, so we'll be leaving now."
"Mm." Wen Jingge nodded, indicating that she understood.
As they were about to leave, he seemed to remember something and gave them a heads-up: "Recently, all the Xuanmen sects have been rushing this way. Be careful when you and Ji Jing are capturing cubs on the road, and don't let anyone capture them and take them back."
"With Master here, I definitely won't get caught." Ji Jing stuck out her tongue. After all she'd been through, she was still as naive as Wang Xi used to be: "But this old devil, won't he cause any trouble for the Immortal Master?"
"That's for sure—there will be trouble."
“Then…” Ji Jing scratched her head, not understanding why she was happy.
Is it something to be happy about when someone causes you trouble?
"That's exactly what I wanted – trouble."
“But, but…” Ji Jing didn’t understand.
Wen Jingge hummed a little tune and ignored her. Ji Jing glanced at her master again, sighed softly, and then let her go.
Even if this person is really looking for death, he's still more capable than her, isn't he?
Ji Jing angrily sat back down next to her master. At that moment, Wen Jinge knocked on the carriage wall. The exploited old demon was already used to her behavior. Even though he was unwilling, he opened the door and let Ji Jing and Wen Xueshan jump out.
This is where the old demon eats.
The messenger from the heavens carried a mass of death energy.
“Master…” Liang Si looked conflicted, not because of the old man, but because his master’s attitude towards life and death was making him anxious: “Why did Master still want to…”
“Some things are more interesting when they’re unknown, especially since the circumstances have changed!” Wen Jingge squatted in front of the two coffins.
"What's the meaning?"
“There’s no need to save my life now.” Wen Jingge smiled mysteriously. “Now the initiative is in my own hands. Preservation is the best protection for me.”
The two were not on the same wavelength. Liang Si thought Wen Jinge was talking about the dirt that had been caught on him. "Yes, disciple will definitely protect Master in the future."
"puff--"
"Cough cough cough, I'm sorry, this humble monk, I didn't control my strength well."
"It's alright, take your time learning. You can only experience the mysteries yourself." Wen Jingge smiled and, while the little monk was still staring blankly at the suona, stuffed a wad of cotton into his ear. She encouraged him, "Keep going, don't be discouraged, take your time."
"This..." The little monk looked at the suona in his hand with a strange expression. It looked ordinary, and he tried to play it many times but could not make it sound.
“It takes a lot of strength to blow this.” Wen Jingge took out one and blew the rallying cry. The old man who was absorbing the death energy shuddered and almost escaped.
"Girl, I'm already like this, what more do you want?"
"I don't want anything, I don't want anything." Wen Jingge waved her hand and said unhurriedly, "I just want to be angry."
"I haven't finished eating!" he yelled irritably.
"Oh." Wen Jingge lay on A Cai's coffin, holding a book on martial arts in her hand. This book was looted from the mansion of the old man and woman who had been wiped out.
Xuanyun Sect, Mizang Sect, and Qinghe Mountain are the three pillars of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect).
The Xuan Yun Sect is most powerful in terms of sword cultivators and magic cultivators, because its purpose in being built was to seal the souls of demons who died on the ancient battlefield.
The Buddhist practitioners of the Secret Sect cultivate a mind free from external distractions. Before the Demon Clan was wiped out, they had already exterminated the Soul Clan in the Qingqiu Lake area. The remains of many former Soul Clan members are still buried beneath the old site of the Secret Sect.
Qinghe Mountain is most skilled in martial arts and medicine. Pingchuan Valley, which connects to the Heavenly Road, was formerly known as Pingchuan Gu, a place for raising Gu. Many escaped demons and monsters caused trouble near Qinghe Mountain, so Qinghe Mountain had to have more physically strong martial arts practitioners and medicine practitioners who were good at healing.
When Wen Jingge first arrived in this world, she was completely clueless. The script she received was "Heavenly Pulse Sword God." At that time, she thought that only sword cultivators were the most sought-after in this world.
As she journeyed along, the more she learned, the more she gained a new understanding of this increasingly sophisticated world.
She has no other hobbies but loves to explore her own potential.
Sure enough, while plundering other people's property, she found these two books related to martial arts and became so engrossed in them that she forgot all about home.
"Liang Si, I rarely see you use a sword in front of me. Have you lost your former talent?"
"It's gone..." That was the price.
“I think this book is suitable for you,” Wen Jingge said earnestly. “Look at you, you’re so thick-skinned and a great young man, you’re tough and resilient, practicing this will be no problem for you.”
“Master, but I am, after all, a member of the Xuan Yun Sect! Few people from our sect practice martial arts because…”
"There's no reason," Wen Jingge interrupted him, resorting to moral blackmail, "Just tell me if you're going to practice or not!"
"I... will practice!"
What's the harm in trying? Even if I die, it's still a way of saving my master's life, isn't it?
"Good child, your master has high hopes for you. I have already learned it."
Liang Si: ...
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