Wen Jingge pulled the sword out of her stomach. It had only looked scary. The Demon Harp was very obedient; it turned into a phantom when it went in and didn't hurt her.
"Master, Master..." Qiao Yu was still holding a rabbit leg in his hand. When he saw that the person sitting on the ground was Wen Jingge, he truly didn't shed tears easily. This time, he had no mental burden and rushed into Wen Jingge's arms. "Master, why, why did you come?"
Wen Jingge: ...
This was the first time in her life that she had come so close to death.
"Master, you're worried about me, aren't you?"
Wen Jingge was numbly held and rocked by Qiao Yu, not even understanding what was going on.
So how did her assassination attempt turn into an emergency rescue?
"What kind of world is this?!"
Don't panic. When faced with a situation, don't panic. Take a deep breath first.
She took a deep breath and pushed Qiao Yu away, "Aren't you dirty?!"
"But Master, you're dirty too!"
Wen Jingge's face had a lot of dead skin peeled off, but it hadn't completely fallen off and was hanging unsightly on her face. Her clothes were a black robe, so they didn't look dirty.
Qiao Yu looked at Wen Jingge with pleading eyes: If it weren't for Master's timely intervention, he might have really died. Master usually keeps a high and mighty attitude, but now he's just as disheveled as him. It's all for his sake!
He didn't quite understand why his master, who clearly cared about him, always pushed him away.
"Master, do you not like your disciple?" He asked this hoping that Wen Jingge would coax him.
"Yes! I just don't like you! You can't get anything done!" Wen Jingge retorted, picked up a rabbit leg from the ground, and took a vicious bite. "Pah! You brought it over before it was even cooked."
Qiao Yu looked at the rabbit leg that had been shoved into her hand, then at Wen Jinge's furious back, and felt dejected. "Disciple, where did I go wrong?"
"Senior brother, didn't you say you haven't obtained a single demon core yet?" The little mud figure emerged from the shadows of the tree. "Is Master Wen angry about this?"
"Is that so?" Qiao Yu frowned. He also wanted to kill, but his strength was so low.
"I think so." Wang Xi smacked her lips, admitting that Qiao Yu's grilled food was indeed delicious. "Can I eat the rabbit leg?"
"Here you go." His eyes were filled with sorrow. He thought his master would be happy when he advanced to the eighth rank. His eldest brother said that their master didn't care about those empty titles, but was that just to comfort him? His master still cared about these things, didn't he?
The man in black robes, the man in black clothes, Song Ren, and Song Qian are all the same person, Master.
When his master was Song Ren, he gave him a knife, telling him to kill himself if he couldn't go on living.
When his master was Song Qian, he gave him a ring filled with spirit stones, telling him to shut up and buy whatever he wanted.
Master, what exactly do you mean?
He couldn't understand his master, whether she was aloof and indifferent, heroic and dashing in sword fights, ruthless and decisive in killing enemies, or as she was now, irritable after falling from grace... His master seemed to have many facets, but he didn't understand any of them.
Unbeknownst to him, he arrived at a pool of water, and his feet were submerged in the water.
Step by step, down, down, he was startled, but his feet seemed to move forward uncontrollably. He wanted to shout, but no sound came out of his throat.
"Where did that silly boy go?" Wen Jingge crossed her arms and leaned against the tree trunk. The Demon Harp Sword was at her feet, and Jiang Zilin's corpse lay on the other side.
"Senior brother gave me the rabbit leg." Wang Xi gnawed on the leg, which was now just bones, feeling embarrassed. Seeing that Wen Jinge didn't blame her, she smiled shyly. "Senior brother probably went to steal the demon core! He thinks that Master doesn't like him because of the demon core."
"Foolish!" Wen Jingge flicked her sleeve and stared at Wang Xi's face again. The two faces were about the same size. "What's with the mud on your face?"
“I hid in the pool when Jiang Zilin tried to kill me.”
"Did you know he had turned to demonic possession?"
“I saw him talking to the tree. I was afraid of being discovered, so I hid in the mud. But I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, and the jade pendant was taken away. Only after the jade pendant is broken can I be teleported out. He muttered to himself that he couldn’t make a big deal out of it, so I took the opportunity to run away.”
"You've been watching me the whole time, do you recognize me?"
"Yes, I've seen the portrait." She grinned. "If Senior Brother Qiao Yu is in trouble, Master Wen will surely come to his rescue, right?"
"Come here." Wen Jingge picked up the magic zither and placed it on her lap, beckoning to her, "Bring the bow over."
"Immortal Wen is interested in bows and arrows?"
"It's not really out of interest." Wen Jingge picked up the bow, looked at the patterns on the arrow, and had a general understanding of the girl's background. "Have you decided which peak to go to?"
"Not yet, it depends on the sect's arrangements."
"My Ten Thousand Zhang Peak is still missing a junior sister. Would you like to come?"
"Why is Master Wen..."
"The vines grow alongside the moon, and the moon shines with fire. The people of the Thousand Swallow Clan love to make gold. They have spiritual mines and are rich."
"Wen Xiaowu, I knew you were greedy. You're so lazy, how could you possibly take on an apprentice?" Fan Zifan tapped Wen Jingge's head through the mirror. Wen Jingge suddenly stood up from the floor, startling Fan Zifan so much that he almost fell off the bed.
Bai Teng, who happened to be arriving, witnessed this scene. "Didn't you say you weren't going to watch anymore? Why are you still watching? Qian Yan, why does that name sound so familiar?"
“My Medicine Mountain,” Fan Zifan said unhappily, “was sold off cheaply by the Qianyan Clan, a hundred years ago.”
"Is it that plague? Or has it come to repay a debt of gratitude?"
"Keep watching!" Fan Zifan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had a feeling that Wen Jinge in the mirror was looking at him.
"Don't you have a feeling?" Wen Jingge asked, looking at Wang Xi, who was still in a daze. "Don't you feel like someone is watching us?"
"No."
Wen Jingge felt a sense of foreboding. She had set up an array near the cave, and the cave was still visible in the image stone, indicating that demons still existed within this illusion. Qiao Yu was already a demon's prey, and now that he was alone and mentally unstable, he was likely to fall victim. Coupled with her current feeling, it was highly probable that a demon was nearby.
"Keep up with me!"
"Master!" Wang Xi called out to Wen Jingge from behind, "Senior Brother isn't over there, he's on the other side. I saw him go to the pool."
Wen Jingge slapped her on the forehead, then stuffed Jiang Zilin's body into his storage bag. He grabbed his sword with one hand and pulled Wang Xi toward the pool with the other, saying, "From now on, use your scheming against the outer peaks and outer sects. Don't embarrass yourself in front of me."
"Yes, disciple, disciple knows his mistake."
"If anything happens to your senior brother, I don't care if you came for me or for anyone else, I'll wipe out your entire mother clan, understand?"
"I know, I know." After Wen Jingge stopped looking at her, she finally dared to smile and said playfully, "Master still has feelings for Senior Brother, doesn't he?"
"I wish he were dead!" Wen Jingge rolled her eyes at her, "but he can only die by my hand."
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