"Um?"
“That illusion,” Liang Si looked at the old Taoist priest and said uncertainly, “should have been created by the memories of the three of us. Master is so powerful, he couldn’t have peered into Master’s memories.”
The old Taoist priest's expression hardened, and he nodded. "Yes, I admit it."
"Not going to resist anymore?" Wen Jingge was referring to the rope.
But the old Taoist priest misunderstood, saying, "This is the truth."
"Oh, I meant this." Both ropes had been untied by Wen Jingge.
Wen Jingge was holding the rope in her hand, comparing them. "Besides the different colors and effects, what other differences are there between the Immortal Binding Rope and the Demon Binding Rope? How are these made? Can you teach me?"
"You, you, you..." The old Taoist pointed at Wen Jingge, his expression excited, "You, you are really Master Wen?"
He seemed unsure, then looked at Wen Jingge again, "Ninth Rank, Ninth Rank, impossible, how could it be Ninth Rank? No, you are Immortal Master Wen, it is, it is possible..."
"Is he stupid?" Wen Jingge asked, somewhat troubled.
She still has so many questions unanswered. Can't this person wait a bit before going crazy?
Wen Jingge considered himself an easy-going person with few rivals. The only one he could count on was the girl in the illusion who said she would come to find him, but surely Bei Moling wouldn't arrive so quickly!
That doesn't make sense either. Bei Moling should be looking for the Six-Fingered Qin Demon. What does it have to do with Wen Jinge?
Wen Jingge spread out her hands and looked at her fingers; she had five fingers on both sides.
Lu Wei opened his eyes, impatiently shoved her, and pushed her off the edge of the water tank. Seeing Wen Jingge glaring at him, he calmly said, "You're blocking my light."
"Brother, this is a cave."
Lu Wei's ears turned slightly red as she changed the subject, "Your disciple fainted."
"When will he stop feeling dizzy?!"
"..." Lu Wei remained indifferent.
He climbed out of the water vat. Of the three, he was the only one who wasn't in spirit form. He looked at the old Taoist priest and asked solicitously, "Need any help?"
"No, I have something to ask."
The old Taoist priest had regained his composure and sighed, "I was wondering how the Xuan Yun Sect could produce such a powerful person... So, it was you!"
"That's right, that's right, who else has this ability..."
"Sisi, you were killed by Qiao Yu..."
"Master, do you still remember the day Second Junior Brother came in? You said you had a dream."
That night, after tidying up Wen Jingge's room, he went to sleep and had a very long dream.
In his dream, Qiao Yu severed his head and branded him as a traitor.
Although he died, his soul did not perish.
He stood atop Lingxiao Peak, quietly observing the ever-changing Xuanyun Sect.
He didn't know how long this went on, but when he was able to move again, he saw Wen Jingge, who had been turned into a human pig. The person who did it was Qiao Yu.
At that moment, his heart ached, and it was then that he suddenly understood.
If he were the master, he wouldn't be able to show kindness to someone who tormented him like this. Moreover, his second junior brother had demon blood flowing through his veins, so the master's evil towards him was merely prolonging his lifespan.
"What's wrong? Are you dreaming?" Wen Jingge sensed something was amiss.
"Yes, the scene I dreamt of was exactly what happened in the previous illusion, except..."
"Only what?"
Although Lu Wei had her eyes closed, she still watched the scene.
If this were tens of thousands of years ago, a genius like Wen Jingge would have deserved to be called a Grandmaster. If he had become an immortal, he would have been a protector god worshipped by thousands and enjoying incense offerings.
But ten thousand years later, many secret techniques were lost, and the profound energy was no longer as abundant as before. Yet, she was still able to learn almost everything in less than three hundred years. Lu Wei didn't know what word in the world could describe such a terrifying talent.
"Heh." Wen Jingge laughed, a helpless laugh. She muttered to herself, "I knew it was you who had to serve me. You're my senior uncle, yet you call me junior uncle. So that's what you were waiting for!"
"Huh?" Liang Si was stunned. His master was always imaginative and he had been trying to keep up. Although he didn't understand how this was related to his grandmaster, he still said, "It is true that my grandmaster didn't want me to change the title. He said that since my master has woken up, there's no need for my uncles and aunts to change it."
"Oh! That old geezer is really wicked."
The old man who wasn't mentioned twitched his eyelids because he noticed something very strange.
His hostages, the three people in front of him, were all freed from their restraints, but none of them had run away.
Instead, she chatted casually with him.
Although the person in front of him was Master Wen, whom he had wanted to approach but dared not, he had at least fallen to the rank of a ninth-grade Xuan Master. Couldn't he at least give this demon cultivator some face?
Even if it's just feigned fear, feigned panic, feigned cowardice, just pretend!
Are you awake?
The old Taoist was being watched by three pairs of eyes; the sudden turn of events caught him off guard.
"What has become of that golden crow?"
"Oh, right, I almost forgot the important thing." Wen Jingge squatted down next to him, reflexively thinking of taking out a notebook to write and draw. "Oh, I forgot, I'm a spirit now, I can't bring things in—"
She was a little dumbfounded, and the old Taoist priest was dumbfounded as well.
Since the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were already placed in front of Wen Jingge, she looked at Lu Wei suspiciously, then at Liang Si, and asked, "Isn't it that a soul body can't carry these things? I thought it was already absurd that a soul body could wear clothes, why?"
Why? Why? Why?
The old Taoist's heart was bleeding; he also wanted to know why!
Lu Wei's heart was also aching, but he didn't want to know why.
Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable; comparing goods will only make you want to throw them away.
Wen Jingge has the power to drive people crazy!
Fortunately, Wen Jingge has many limitations; otherwise, Lu Wei would have wanted to destroy her long ago.
"Fine, I'll ask the question first. You're not stupid, so let's discuss it together."
The old Taoist nodded in astonishment. Even though there were still tricks up his sleeve, he dared not make any rash moves before Wen Jinge, a ninth-grade Xuan Master, made his move.
Have you seen any other demon cultivators?
"I've never seen it before." However, the obsession he just saw was something Wen Jingge had cultivated.
“Ordinary demon cultivators, think about it carefully, who would be like you…” Wen Jingge thought of respecting the elderly and organized her words, “like you, a tree demon with a face as withered as tree bark.”
The old Taoist priest said, "What I found is indeed a fragment, Golden Crow. What will you do with it?"
“I have a disciple who has recently become young again, and I find him disgusting.”
"Yes, skin ulcers? I've seen quite a few, which is why I haven't dared to use some of these methods."
"No, no, no, you misunderstood. He's turned into a child. Every time I see him speaking in such a delicate voice, I think it's pretentious. So... I borrowed your Golden Crow to heal his wounds."
"...healing."
“That’s right, you should have felt it; the restrictions on the Golden Crow have loosened.”
"yes."
"Using demons to subdue demons is the correct way for demon cultivators to operate. If you use human methods to fight demons, who else but you will become an old monster!"
Old Taoist: ……
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