"That's really great, there's even something you're afraid of."
Judging from "The Heavenly Sword God", this disciple must be a ruthless person.
When she was Liang Si, she was a bit silly and clueless, but her overall performance was alright, and she made a strong impression on Wen Jinge.
As for fear, he dared to cross the desert alone just to collect her body. In a sense, his obsession was deeper than they imagined.
She should have thought of it much earlier.
In her past life, Qiao Yu was such a persistent and ruthless person. How could someone who could do so many great things right under Wen Jinge's nose possibly be afraid?
"Master, please don't laugh at me, okay?" Liang Si didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction in front of Wen Jinge; he was just embarrassed.
He knew that his image was completely beyond repair in front of Wen Jingge. Although he wanted to change, the things he had done would always leave traces, and those hurts were still striking straight to the soul.
"I haven't digested you yet." Wen Jingge bit her lower lip, pointed to her own body, then to her soul self, "I don't want this body anymore, right?"
"Master...you! I...I didn't know about Master's plan."
"So what?" Wen Jingge asked.
"So, Master, can you please not die? Even if you die, you should die by my hand."
Qiao Yu nudged Liang Si with displeasure, "Use your own face to do bad things. I have no intention of killing my master. Not to criticize you, but my master is perfectly fine. Why would I offend you?"
"Fine! Even if there were misunderstandings in our past lives, haven't those misunderstandings been resolved long ago? Why are you so fixated on whether Master is alive or dead?"
Qiao Yu spoke very quickly, leaving Liang Si with virtually no room to maneuver. He was speechless and clearly wanted to explain, but he wasn't as quick-witted as Qiao Yu.
"I...I, I'm not." He was almost crying.
How come my brain is still so stupid even though I've been given a different body?
"Don't tease him!" Wen Jingge glared at Qiao Yu. "He's not very bright, especially after his memories came back and he stopped thinking of you. His brain just got even worse. Sword cultivators are all straightforward and don't know how to think outside the box."
"Master!" Qiao Yu sighed, "You can't insult yourself like that! I'm a sword cultivator too!"
“You are no match for him, and even your master is not pure!” Wen Jingge looked at the altar that had stopped. This layer was no longer snow-white, but had many more coffins.
“Millennial black iron, Ah Cai?” Qiao Yu pointed anxiously at the coffins. “Why are there so many coffins here? Master… is it because of…”
"That's why I said I don't want my body anymore. Maybe there are many bodies here that have been used for killing, or for praying for good fortune. It's like wearing clothes; you can just wear any one and live."
Liang Si was the first to stand up from the ground. He held Ling Yi to his side with one hand, but Ling Yi, who looked like an adult, was too heavy, so he had to use both hands to hold him and let him lean against him.
"Master, do I look like the eldest senior brother now?"
"Keep performing." Wen Jingge didn't turn back to her body. "If you don't lead him forward."
Qiao Yu was speechless.
The sky above this level was overcast, and a layer of mist filled the air. Within the mist were densely packed black pipes, and these coffins were all made of millennia-old black iron.
The coffin was nailed shut, so it was impossible to tell if there was anything inside.
The place stretches as far as the eye can see, the fog is thin, and the edge is far away, but the dense cluster of coffins creates a terrifying sense of suffocation.
"Should we open it?" Qiao Yu took out a claw hammer from her storage bag, intending to pry open the nail.
"Hmm." Wen Jingge, in her soul form, nodded.
She had a premonition that she might be even stronger here in her soul form.
"Master, how is this bone used?" Liang Si asked, holding the bone that Wen Jingge had been fighting with earlier, puzzled. "Why does this aura feel somewhat familiar?"
"The Demon Harp is also the root bone of Qi Yun. It looks like a rib, so I'm guessing what kind of monster Qi Yun is. I always feel that he is a deformed child."
Liang Si: ...
“You are also a deformed child.” She said thoughtfully, “I remember some parts. I remember you seemed to have the ability to heal. I cut off your legs several times. Later, I added some food to the water tank and you became a human pig.”
Liang Si watched Wen Jinge warily. "Master, I... I'm inside my senior brother's body right now. Go ahead and cut him!"
"Coward!" Qiao Yu scolded.
"Master, could you please tell me in advance if you have any plans next time?" He made a big mistake because of these misunderstandings in his past life. There are not many chances to start over in this life, and he doesn't want to make the same mistake again.
Bu Suanzi is dead, and Yang Wennan is helping him for the last time. Even the so-called demons and gods are ultimately nothing to him.
He didn't want to start over, nor did he want Wen Jinge to have to restart because of his mistakes.
She faced death so many times, and it must have hurt.
She only went back and forth so many times because she was hoping for a result.
"My plan is to have no plan."
Seeing that neither of them believed her, Wen Jingge pointed here, "Let me tell you a secret, the protagonist's halo is usually bizarre, for example, opening a coffin will always bring the corpse back to life..."
"Then Master, come here..." Qiao Yu seemed to know something and took the initiative to give up her seat.
To everyone's surprise, Wen Jingge remained unmoved. "What I mean is, I can't touch it."
"The protagonist is the center?" Liang Si looked thoughtfully at Qiao Yu's body, then shook her head. "No, Master, we are not, you are."
"So you guys go ahead and drive!"
"What do you mean by protagonist or not?" Liang Si from the previous life died young and couldn't resonate with Liang Si in this life. Seeing that neither of them moved, he replaced the ram's horn hammer with a mountain-splitting axe.
With a single axe blow, the coffin, forged from black iron, remained completely unmoved.
Liang Si weighed the bone in her hand and then tapped it on the coffin as if knocking on a door. To her surprise, the coffin moved.
Liang Si: ...
Qiao Yu: ...
Wen Jingge wasn't surprised, as if she had expected it.
"The protagonist's halo is truly amazing!" she exclaimed.
Cracks appeared on the dark iron coffin, spreading from the place where the bone had been struck, like cracks appearing on parched earth. Deliberate beams of light pierced through the cracks, locking the bone in Liang Si's hand.
Wen Jingge, in her spirit form, lay on a random coffin nearby. "Are you all mute? Shouldn't you be saying things like 'Wow! That's amazing!' at a time like this?"
"Master, back in the Demon Subduing Formation, the Xuanmen almost lost. Was your serious injury by Gouchen a calculated move, or... or did Gouchen really hurt you?" Liang Si's gaze was like a calm lake, but only he knew the turbulent waves hidden in his heart.
"Would you believe me if I said that the person in my past life wasn't me?"
"...I believe it. But they...may all be my masters."
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