The old man wiped away a bead of cold sweat, if he still had any.
"Help me, help me find my body."
Wen Jingge escorted Ling Yi into the house, instructed him to close the doors and windows, and pasted several talismans on the windows before sitting on the threshold, facing the hearse.
"Let's begin! Let me see what you're capable of, won't you?"
The old man was exasperated. "Who's really judging whose abilities?"
"Okay, watch me."
"Never mind what I said." The old man pursed his lips. "If you were that person, you should have told me sooner."
"..." Wen Jingge fell silent.
She didn't want to talk after waking up.
If she were praying for good fortune, she would definitely be very talkative right now.
If she were a killer, she would certainly be a woman of few words.
Because of the memories in her dreams, Qi Yun always speaks harsh words and profound truths. She is always surrounded by many people, and even after the primordial gods were destroyed, she still has countless versions of herself accompanying her.
And the killing, each awakening occurs in the river of blood, on the mountain of corpses. She always observes everything around her with an indifferent attitude. There are not many species around her: golden crows, white feathers, and monkeys, including Lu Wei, who is transformed from a monkey.
Just like how she used to look down on the timid and talkative Qiao Yu, she was too weak and did not meet the standard of the war god in her heart.
Because of these memories, things have become difficult for her. If she is truly a god, then looking back now is like being subjected to the most severe punishment.
She thought she should still maintain a certain level of reserve.
The old man was so annoyed by her silence that he started chanting the incantation much faster, and the ink clumps quickly condensed into distorted human figures.
The air seemed to have been sucked out. Wen Jingge heard people calling out. The several souls twisted together were stunned, seemingly unable to believe that they had come to the place they had been dreaming of.
"Great Shaman, what's going on?" Wen Jingge changed locations and sat on a tree above the spiritual spring.
Her cultivation level is now zero, which has become an excellent way for her to hide herself. Generally speaking, as long as she wants to hide, no one can find out that she is hiding.
The man called the Great Shaman remained silent. He stretched out his withered, skeletal hands. Wen Jingge could tell at a glance that this man had survived from ancient times and might even be related to the plans that the Killing Clan had made.
This person's aura was so weak that he was almost dead, yet he was still alive, and using a physical body.
Generally speaking, those with strong souls but weak bodies like them will choose to possess a suitable body in their later years.
But this great shaman, by some strange twist of fate, stubbornly used a body that was not quite suitable for him.
Wen Jingge believed that he probably had his reasons.
However, the predicament of others does not mean that she is willing to be offended.
"This is..." They had never seen a hearse before, but it was placed in the most conspicuous position, making it impossible to ignore.
“The Fusang tree, a divine tree that descended from the heavens,” the Great Shaman said. “The Demon Lord is about to awaken, and we are both protecting him; we should not have been brought here.”
“I know that too. A year ago, I used a hidden pawn from the Xuan Yun Sect and took a risk to venture into Wan Zhang Peak, just to give Master Wen a fatal blow when she returned. But I didn’t expect her to know the Demon Clan’s techniques.”
This person is named Jing Wu. He is a true demon and originally cultivated his soul. However, after tens of thousands of years of strengthening, his martial arts skills have become more refined.
The hidden pawns in Xuanyun Sect, including the one who sent the Holy Maiden's clone into the Formless Illusionary Realm back then, were all arranged by him.
Now that something has gone wrong, he is the only one who knows the truth.
"I think I smell a familiar scent." Gao Ying transformed into a black shadow and slipped into the car. "How could such top-grade divine wood be on Master Wen's peak?"
"How would I know?" the high shaman retorted, staring at the yellow talisman affixed to the door. "We three have all been summoned here; is this some kind of trap?"
"Let's wait and see!" Before Jingwu could finish speaking, he heard Gao Ying shout from inside the car, "Come here, there's the Demon Lord's aura on this coffin."
The great shaman had calculated the day the Demon Lord would be born, and it was only a few days away. Therefore, the three of them had been guarding the well for the past few days.
However, on a wooden box atop the towering peak, lay an empty coffin, the coffin bearing the aura of the Demon Lord.
The shaman thought it was impossible, but after confirming it himself, he still got into the carriage.
Jing Wu, being cautious, stood by the door without going in. "You see, I'll just stand by the door and watch, just in case someone attacks me."
The car door behind him slammed shut as soon as he finished speaking, the sound so loud it startled him.
"Hey! Are you two alright?"
When he peered through the glass window of the car to check what was inside, all he saw was a withered old face with bulging eyes, a protruding tongue, covered in bluish spots, and green hairs on its face. He had been dead for who knows how long.
Jingwu is a demon. In his early years, he personally went into battle, killing countless people, but he was never frightened like before.
In particular, the face suddenly pressed against his, but the two people in the car seemed unaware of their actions.
"How could this place be?"
The old man noticed the unfriendly look in Wen Jinge's eyes. He had already done his best to catch two of them. If he couldn't afford to offend them, he would avoid them. So Jingwu watched as the hearse fled with his two companions as if they were fleeing a disaster, while he was left behind.
A net made of demon-binding rope descended from the sky, and before Jingwu could even make a move, he was captured.
"I want to keep a low profile lately." He heard someone speaking, but after scanning the flat land, he couldn't spot Wen Jinge.
Are you a human or a ghost?
When a demon utters these words, it is a testament to the collapse of his spirit.
"You need to know that no matter who I am, it won't affect you." Wen Jingge cleared her throat. "Xiao Yi, you can come out now."
“Master…” Ling Yi pushed open the door and stood on the threshold without getting down. “You, you just grabbed my back and they came over. Is it because of me that I caused trouble for you, Master?”
“You’re much more sensible than your senior brother Qiao.” Wen Jingge sighed for a long time. “Back then, he kept everything to himself.”
"I... I did pretend to be a deity for a while, after all!"
"Fake deity... bring me a chair, my arm is numb from squatting..."
"good."
Seeing him go back inside, Wen Jingge said, "I will let you go back. Now, while my disciple is away, you need to tell me some things."
"Master Wen?" Jing Wu looked at Wen Jinge with a puzzled expression, a ripple of emotion stirring within him.
His doubts stemmed from the vast discrepancy between Wen Jingge's account and the information he had gathered. If he had only heard the Holy Maiden of Childbirth describe how helpless this person was, it would have been one thing, but the hidden agents of the Xuan Yun Sect also claimed that she was utterly wicked, even calling her an ignorant fool.
but……
When he actually faced her, Ibu even felt that he had no right to negotiate, even though she hadn't used any tricks yet.
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