Wen Jingge was stunned.
These kinds of resounding words, this grand scene, this fighting spirit—are they really not a scheme orchestrated by her delusional inner self and the "non-existent" self to make her settle down?
She was confused.
Just as she was feeling dazed, Qiao Yu also became dazed.
Then Wen Jingge looked at the woman who had the same face as her but whose actions were completely different from hers and turned around again.
"You practice demonic cultivation methods! You follow the path of a hundred ghosts! You refine evil techniques! You forcibly walk the demonic path! You master secret cultivation methods! You reopen the path of heterodox cultivation! What is it all for? What! You! Really! Want! To! Do! What! You! Want! To! Do!
Qiao Yu shouted these words almost word by word, speaking very urgently. After he finished speaking, he was panting in the water, which caused the invisible black threads on his body to ache even more in his meridians.
"My dear master! I'll ask you one last time! What exactly is your purpose?!"
"For..." Wen Jingge turned around, a cold smile on her lips, her eyes icy as she stared fiercely at Qiao Yu, "Naturally, it's for you, to ensure you die a horrible death!"
"Alright!" Qiao Yu laughed heartily. He had always experienced Wen Jinge's arrogance, but he never expected that he would be the one injured today. "Then Master, why not let your disciple die a quick and painless death? Your disciple is willing to die!"
"Are you willing to die now?" Wen Jingge's eyes were cold, an expression that had never changed. She looked at Qiao Yu as if she were looking at a bug, with a hint of contempt. "Even ants cherish life, would you be willing?"
Qiao Yu stopped talking; he became quiet, though his breathing was a little heavy.
It's like the alternation of two timelines; Wen Jinge from that timeline is gone, but Wen Jinge from this timeline still exists.
Qiao Yu's question just now really stunned her. In the past, the Xuanmen sect was full of diverse styles, and cultivation was only necessary if it was useful to oneself. After tens of thousands of years of development, now there are only a few major categories left.
Having experienced and mastered the original owner of this body's talents through her previous acts of mischief, Wen Jingge had become adept at almost anything and could handle any task.
Otherwise, Lu Wei, a demon from tens of thousands of years ago, wouldn't have been so jealous of her.
But what's truly baffling now is Wen Jingge. It's one thing to follow the righteous path, but why is this woman cultivating all sorts of unorthodox methods? If only she hadn't lost her memory and hadn't taken the blame…
Wait a minute, a scapegoat? Someone that powerful would only be a Super Second Rank cultivator? And he'd be killed by his own disciple?
Wen Jingge felt a little irritated, so she simply stopped thinking about it and focused her mind.
In the past, there were many strange cultivators in this world. Those miscellaneous ones have long since disappeared into the river of history. In these ten thousand years, only demonic cultivators have survived. Given her talent, the Wen Jingge before I came here had no need to do these things.
Who knows!
She sighed and walked to the water vat. Qiao Yu's expression was very abnormal; she probably had a fever.
"I can't save you like this! We're both the same, we were brought in by someone." Wen Jingge channeled a layer of Xuan Qi into her hand and dipped it into the water vat. If she wasn't mistaken, the water in this vat seemed to have a problem.
A layer of oil film covered the water, a vibrant green, which was her favorite color.
In the water, I grabbed and pulled out a scorpion.
Try catching it again, and it's still a scorpion.
I tried again, and it was a different shape—a turtle.
Lost it, caught it again, and got a goldfish.
Wen Jingge was having a great time, just like playing with blind boxes.
Then she realized something was wrong—she could actually grab things!
Then, she noticed a gaze.
It was Qiao Yu, the boy Wen Jinge had raised to be thinner, who had already left. She was staring at Wen Jinge with a complicated expression and a strange look on her face.
"Master..." he sneered, the curve of his lips somewhat similar to that of Wen Jinge from before.
Wen Jingge had lost her mind. She lay down by the water and pulled the corners of his mouth down a little. "That one didn't look good. You have to show eight teeth when you smile. Like this, sweetie. Look at how I smile. Let's do it again."
Qiao Yu stopped laughing; he couldn't understand Wen Jinge.
Seemingly not understanding how this person was so different from the one before, he suddenly felt cold and afraid in the face of Wen Jinge's friendly gesture. He moved behind the water tank, and Wen Jinge went around to his back again.
Qiao Yu: ...
He knew in his heart that his master would not treat him well.
Wen Jingge, like a curious child, tugged at the black silk thread, and before she could resist, she flicked it.
"Hiss~"
Qiao Yu shuddered. "Master...do you think that everything I'm suffering now is...?"
"I think this place is a bit strange." Wen Jingge muttered to herself, grabbing Qiao Yu's hand. "I just flicked you, how about you flick me?"
Qiao Yu seemed to be seeing his master for the first time. He looked at Wen Jingge in front of him, then at Wen Jingge in front of him, but didn't make a move. It was as if he understood. "Master, is this you?"
"Qiao Yu! What trick are you up to now!" Wen Jingge, who was standing in front, was carrying a bucket filled with leftovers. She was about to leave as she moved the bucket towards the side of the vat. "Eat it yourself!"
"Master, did you really not see it?" Qiao Yu panicked.
There were two masters. One master treated him like a dog as always, while the other master looked at the cold master with a playful smile and curiosity, his hand moving back and forth in the center of the black silk on his body like a child.
"Your senior brother is practicing his martial arts, don't disturb him!"
"Who's your senior brother?!"
It wasn't until he was eating that Qiao Yu dared to reach his hand towards the edge of the vat. He was clearly in pain, and his expression was contorted with emotion. His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at his aloof master, and then at the master in front of him who was wiping away his tears.
"What are you looking at!" Wen Jingge, standing by the door, frowned, much like Shan Hongxing, and stormed off. "Useless!"
Does it hurt?
"Hehehehehe." He wept bitterly, his sobs barely audible and extremely suppressed. "Master, two masters, hahahaha, I must be going crazy."
"You're not crazy, you're not crazy, be good!" Wen Jingge patted his shoulder, originally intending to pull him out, but she didn't know if it was her illusion or another Qiao Yu from a previous timeline. So she draped a coat over him and took out the snacks Wang Xi had stored in her storage bag, feeding him little by little, "It's not poisonous, eat it!"
“Ninth rank…” He calmed down a bit and noticed another amiss with his two masters. “Masters…”
His eyes were filled with concern, much more direct than Qiao Yu, whom he had raised. He grabbed his hand and said, "You, you're not Master, are you?"
"I am your master, but not your master!" Wen Jingge ruffled his hair. "Is your senior brother very favored?"
"Hmm, did Master come here to save me?"
"You don't need me to save you." Wen Jingge handed him a ring and told him to keep it safe. "If you're not an illusion, then remember, the only one who can save you is yourself. You will become the future Sword God, and your master believes in you!"
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