"It's not there yet?"
“Super second rank, near first rank, and above first rank is immortal. Have you ever seen an immortal use their abilities?” Wen Jingge said speechlessly.
The two demon princes and princesses surrounded Shan Hongxing the moment she reached the second rank. Shan Hongxing was concerned for her life, so they were both unharmed.
“I have indeed seen you before.” Under Wen Jingge’s warning gaze, Bei Moying blurted out the truth, “You! Only immortals can create things, and I was created by you.”
"I don't admit it, you're too ugly." Wen Jingge patted the two pendants on her body with a cold face. "Are you two getting off or not? They're very heavy."
"Do we have any hope of assassinating him now?" Bei Moling touched the drum bell at her waist, itching to make a move.
Wen Jingge's eyes twitched. "He only recently rose to the second rank, and now he's forcibly surpassing it. He's already at his limit..."
"Fine!" Bei Moling rushed over, bursting into tears, "You! How could you treat us demons like this? We demons have lives too! How could you treat demon lives so lightly!"
Wen Jingge looked down at the other hand on her waist. "What's wrong with her? Last time I saw her she was a mature and sophisticated woman, how come she's become a cute girl this time?"
"Mature woman? Younger sister?" Bei Moying didn't quite understand, but that didn't stop him from getting the gist of it.
Bei Moying thought for a moment: "Isn't this how Bai Teng acts coquettishly towards you?"
Wen Jingge was stunned, goosebumps rising on her skin. Recalling the several times she had been in contact with Bai Teng, Bai Teng's waist was as supple as a vine. Although she was quite certain, she still asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, that's what it says in the book."
Wen Jingge was dumbfounded. "Next time your demon race wipes out another sect, remember to mention a sect called Tu Luo Sect. I bet they even wrote a story about you and Bei Mo Ling."
"How could that be? She and I didn't..." Bei Moying stopped abruptly, his face turning as if he had entered some strange image.
Wen Jingge tried to reason with him for a long time, but it was no use. He didn't know what he had imagined, but he just left.
Shan Hongxing was exhausted. He was now struggling to deal with the Holy Son and Holy Daughter who had been slacking off earlier. He looked at the approaching figures and then at the corpses lying on the ground. "Xiao Wu, do you want to follow in their footsteps?"
"What did Bitter Bodhi say to you?" She had a general idea, but she wasn't sure.
"The Moonlit Monk of the Esoteric Sect, the One-Yang Master of Qinghe Mountain, and our Master of the Xuanyun Sect..."
"They're all crazy?" Wen Jingge asked without any surprise. "Is that what you mean?"
Shan Hongxing nodded, enduring the pain, and said, "Yes."
Do you know what I'm going to do now?
He discerned Wen Jingge's direction through the blurry figure, "You want to emulate the Moonlit Monk, succumbing to demonic possession to seek the god in the realm of the dead..."
Shan Hongxing laughed, then looked at the saintess who was rubbing her hands together eagerly, "Now that I've told them, will they still want you?"
Xiao Wu, I don't understand why the three of you are different from me.
In the past hundred years, I have truly known nothing. If it weren't for Junior Brother Ai's desire to seek the path to immortality, I would have been completely unaware of what happened to you. Am I a rather unsuccessful senior brother?
Master originally designated four, probably just to watch us go crazy, right? You've already dodged it once, so how about I, your senior brother, take your place this time?
The three of you are all deeply involved. This time, let your senior brother help you, okay? Now that you're out, don't go back in.
"What if I say no?" Wen Jingge frowned, timing it perfectly; the Snow Maiden's aura seemed to be returning.
We need to hurry up and get Shan Hongxing out of here. "You two aren't really waiting for me to make a move, are you? I'm not even a ninth-rank cultivator."
"Master!"
Wen Jingge recognized Lu Feiyu's voice and looked at the two demons with disdain: "That's enough, you should leave now. You've been fighting for so long and only moved this far. In the end, I still have to take action."
"Who knew he could surpass the second rank?" Bei Moying said unhappily, and as the exit opened, he added, "Do you want to come with us?"
"It's not too late to go to the Demon Realm with you after I've finished dealing with some things!" She rubbed her temples and walked over with her sword in hand, under Shan Hongxing's surprised gaze.
Shan Hongxing obediently closed his eyes, saying, "It would be good to die by your hand."
"Don't say that. I just want to verify something. If you don't die, it means I made the right bet."
Shan Hongxing abandoned his sword, his left hand pressing against the two strings of prayer beads on his right. "Did you calculate this?"
"You old geezer." Before Wen Jinge could even make a move, the Demon Harp leaped out and pierced through Shan Hongxing. Although she was surprised, she didn't show it on her face. "Your heart wasn't injured, so you can still live!"
"Uncle-Master! What are you doing?" Lu Feiyu rushed over and caught Wen Jingge. "My master has treated you very well, Uncle-Master. Are you trying to take revenge?"
“Wen Jingge…” Shan Hongxing collapsed into his disciple’s arms, pointing at Wen Jingge, “No, no…”
He fainted before he could finish a sentence.
"Hey! I think I almost failed."
[They covered for you.] "That doesn't exist," I said, embarrassed. [He wanted you to become the target of everyone's criticism, not for you to follow the example of the monk under the moon and seek miracles in the demon realm.]
“I know, but I really feel like saying that I am the god I’m looking for.”
Where's your face?
"Who knows, you might just be my face?" Wen Jingge replied very naturally.
The magic harp hovered in the air, seemingly wounded...
"Master! Master, what happened..." Lan Yezhou, who arrived later, checked Shan Hongxing's breathing. His breath was very weak. He then checked his pulse. As if he had suffered some kind of blow, he collapsed to the ground. "Master is gone."
The demonic zither spun even faster, as if celebrating the death of a second-rank swordsman, bringing it one step closer to becoming a demon along with its master.
"Dead?" Wen Jingge frowned, asking herself, "No, it doesn't exist." "The original character didn't die, did he?"
[The original work... Strange... Why can't I recall any information about the original work...]
This time, Wen Jingge recognized that "non-existent" was not an evasive statement. Its tone sounded urgent, as if it suspected that it had been invaded by some mysterious force.
Do you remember when the Snow Woman appeared at that time?
No, there isn't.
Wen Jingge drew her sword, aimed at Lan Yezhou, and thrust it forward.
Lu Feiyu was convinced that Wen Jingge had killed her master and had been keeping an eye on her movements. When she saw Wen Jingge's sudden burst of killing intent directed at her junior brother, she also drew her sword.
The two swords clashed, and the magic zither knocked the sword from her hand, causing the two swords to dance in the air.
Meanwhile, another sword swiftly appeared in Wen Jinge's mind, and she slashed it across the blue leaf boat towards the void, shouting, "Kid, don't get in my way!"
The Snow Maiden condensed into a human form the same height as Wen Jinge, looked at the Hooked Sword, and smiled knowingly, "Fen Tian is here too!"
Wen Jingge watched helplessly as her sword fell into the hands of the Snow Maiden, who wielded it with great ease.
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