Chapter 4
"Nine Waters Deep!"
Tan Wen waved his hands in front of Ji Tang, "Why don't you say anything when I call you?"
Ji Tang retreated without a trace, still unfamiliar with the name he had come up with on the spur of the moment, "I was distracted."
Tan Wen teased her, "Are you still thinking about our Immortal Lord?"
"Indeed." Jitang caught up with Lang Yu.
Tan Wen was stunned, and after a moment he said, "...you really have no shame!"
Lang Yu also looked at her.
Ji Tang smiled, not showing any shyness as he said, "Everyone loves beauty, and your Immortal Venerable is quite good-looking."
Tan Wen was stunned. He pointed at Ji Tang and said to Lang Yu, "The Immortal Venerable has been teased, right?"
Lang Yu avoided his gaze and quickly walked up the mountain. "Stop talking about this. Let's catch up with Senior Sang Niao."
Tan Wen glared at her and threatened her in a low voice: "You can't say this in front of others, or you'll be buried in the mountains."
Ji Tang accepted the instruction and bowed: "Thank you very much for the reminder, fellow Daoist."
They caught up with Sang Niao and his group and saw that they were talking to another group of people.
Jitang looked around the crowd - they were all ordinary people wearing coarse cloth.
Monks have always been arrogant and disdain to talk to ordinary people. These people must be special.
Pu Yuanheng saw them and said, "Brother Yu, Brother Wen."
Lang Yu: "Brother Yuanheng, who are these people?"
Pu Yuanheng: "They are the people of Zhiyuan City, who came up the mountain to worship the gods."
Lang Yu was stunned. "What ghosts and gods?"
"We also found it strange when we first heard it." Pu Yuanheng raised his chin and gestured for them to look behind the people. "Those more than ten women were sacrifices to the ghosts and gods."
Lang Yu's expression suddenly changed, and he frowned and said coldly: "Human sacrifice?"
"That's right, uncle came forward to ask a few questions because he heard them talking about ghosts and gods. It's normal to worship gods, but it's weird to use living people to worship ghosts and gods." After Pu Yuanheng said this, he glanced at Ji Tang and suddenly laughed.
Jitang met his gaze and thought that this kid was quite weird.
Just as Sang Niao finished asking questions to the people, Pu Yuanheng walked a few steps to Ji Tang, grabbed her and pushed her into the crowd of people.
"Since we are worshiping ghosts and gods, the effect will definitely be better if we use cultivators to do the worship!" He pulled out a rope from his waist. The rope shot out from his palm, circled around Ji Tang several times, and suddenly tied it tightly.
Jitang staggered and was pushed towards the people.
When she got closer, she saw that under the women's loose clothes, their hands were tied with hemp ropes, and their wrists were red.
Lang Yu hurried forward, wanting to bring Jitang back, "Brother Yuanheng, what are you doing!"
Pu Yuanheng stopped him, smiling maliciously, "Brother Yu, aren't you curious about how the ghosts and gods would react if we sacrificed living cultivators?"
Lang Yu's face turned pale: "Brother Yuanheng, stop joking."
Pu Yuanheng didn't let him go forward, and said lightly and casually, "Who's joking? I'm serious."
Just as Lang Yu was about to force a breakthrough, he heard Sang Niao say calmly, "What are you brothers arguing about? Don't waste time. That ghost might be related to the magic weapon. Let's go and take a look."
Lang Yu wanted to say more but was stopped by Tan Wen.
"That's right, business is more important, Lang Yu, don't waste time!"
Tan Wen pulled Lang Yu back and whispered, "Senior Sang Niao is letting Pu Yuanheng go. You can't bring him back. Let's go with the common people to see that damned ghost first, and then we can adapt to the situation."
Lang Yu nodded with a grim expression.
Jitang took everyone's reactions into consideration.
Apart from Lang Yu and Tan Wen, the other cultivators either kept aloof or watched coldly, with a few even sneering and watching the fun. No one wanted to offend Qianjian Sect for a mere casual cultivator.
The common people never dared to take the ropes that bound Jitang.
The leader said timidly: "Dear great immortals, we dare not do this, we can't do this, we can't do this!"
Pu Yuanheng chuckled and said, "Why not?"
"This, this..." He looked at Pu Yuanheng, then at Ji Tang, and tremblingly grasped the ropes that bound Ji Tang, looking at her in embarrassment, "Immortal, Immortal..."
Pu Yuanheng laughed, "What kind of immortal is she!"
The leader was shaking like a sieve.
"I'm not an immortal." To be precise, she can't even be considered a cultivator.
Jitang turned around and walked behind the women.
The women all had waxy faces and lifeless eyes. They must have known that the outcome was hard to change, so they accepted their fate.
The leader breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he didn't have to do it himself.
Ji Tang glanced at Pu Yuanheng, "Bullying the common people is nothing, I feel ashamed! You have ulterior motives, a dagger hidden in your smile, bullying the weak and taking advantage of your power. You are so insidious and cunning, you have all the five evils, and you are shameless!"
Pu Yuanheng was so angry that his face turned black. He raised his hand, drew his sword, and stabbed Ji Tang fiercely.
Jitang ran out from the crowd of people. When the sharp sword was about to pierce her body, she stumbled and luckily avoided Pu Yuanheng's fatal blow.
She staggered here and there, but each time she managed to dodge Pu Yuanheng's sword. When she reached Sang Niao's back, her hair was tangled like a madman, and she screamed, "Murder! Murder! Senior, save me!"
Pu Yuanheng raised his sword and shouted angrily behind Sang Niao, "Come out if you have the guts!"
Ji Tang curled his lips: "I'm stupid enough to come out and let you stab me! Come here if you have the guts!"
Sang Niao's face became increasingly ugly.
Ji Tang looked left and right, and Sang Niao's bright red brocade gauze skirt fluttered left and right with Ji Tang's movements.
There was a smile in Jitang's eyes.
Sang Niao indulges the younger generation and does not take human life seriously. It is not excessive for her to annoy Sang Niao by bullying the younger one, right?
After Ji Tang and Pu Yuanheng came and went, it was Sang Niao who couldn't help it first.
She moved sideways to reveal Ji Tang, and thrust her sword forward. Without unsheathing the sword, she struck Ji Tang in the back with the hilt.
Jitang felt pain and rolled on the ground.
Just as Lang Yu was about to help, he heard the girl rolling on the ground screaming and he paused.
Ji Tang: "Why did you hit me, Senior?! I didn't provoke him, yet he wants to sacrifice me alive to the gods! Is there any justice in the world? You, the Qianjian Sect, bully me, a helpless and independent cultivator. It's fine if you're just a small person, but you even hit the big ones without any reason!"
She howled heartbreakingly: "I'm not even thirty years old!" Two zeros should be added at the end.
"Displaced!" Jiu Ming Yuan was struck by lightning and turned into a wasteland.
"Poverty-stricken!" All the good things were looted by you noble and upright people.
"Weak and fragile!" His cultivation level regressed to the early stage of enlightenment.
"Now he's tricked me into coming to Zhiyuan Mountain! The hotel and food only cost a few copper coins, and I'm going to die here!"
Ji Tang was almost in tears, "You little ones and the big ones are bullying me together! And you're still so hypocritical, senior!"
Tan Wen was stunned: "I don't think we really need to worry about her."
"..." Lang Yu took a step forward and then silently retreated.
Ji Tang: "You all saw it! How the Qianjian Sect bullies the weak. Who will dare to enter your Qianjian Sect in the future?"
Now even Sang Niao's sword couldn't be suppressed. She flicked her thumb and the sword revealed a cold light.
"You have such a sharp tongue! You took advantage of my disciples' poor speaking skills and turned black into white to slander my Qianjian Sect. Today, I will pay you back with your life as an apology!"
Ji Tang stopped talking and stepped back repeatedly.
Sang Niao is in the late Nascent Soul stage, which is far inferior to Ji Tang.
If it were the old Ji Tang, she could crush someone to death without any effort.
However, her cultivation declined greatly and her soul was severely damaged.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, she didn't want to use the power of her soul directly to avoid overdrawing it.
Sang Niao's swords were all unsheathed, and the swords were covered with a layer of rich spiritual power, which was like water poured into a frying pan, boiling.
Even though Jitang was at a distance, he could feel the huge amount of spiritual power that Sang Niao poured into the sword.
——This girl has a really bad temper.
Sang Niao took off, and her bright red figure appeared in front of Ji Tang like thunder.
Ji Tang seemed to be frightened and squatted down. The tip of the sword scratched the ropes that bound Ji Tang, and the magic weapon was cut into two pieces and fell at Ji Tang's feet.
She ran away with her head in her hands, deliberately running towards Pu Yuanheng.
Pu Yuanheng was very scared when he saw Sang Niao drawing his sword. He wanted to dodge, but Ji Tang would never let him escape.
Sang Niao became more and more angry, and with a sword he swung out, Pu Yuanheng and Ji Tang both fell backwards to the ground.
Before Jitang could even scream, Pu Yuanheng was already frightened to the point of peeing.
"Uncle Master! Uncle Master!"
"Get out of here!" Sang Niao kicked Pu Yuanheng away and stabbed Ji Tang with the sharp sword.
With a "clang" sound, the swords collided with each other.
When Jitang saw that it was Lang Yu, he realized that he was also a sword cultivator.
There are countless monks who entered the Tao through sword practice, so Ji Tang was not surprised. He guessed that his sword should be placed in the storage magic weapon.
Tan Wen advised: "Senior Sang Niao, why bother getting angry over a small character? Finding the magic weapon is more important!"
Sang Niao deflected Lang Yu's sword, and Lang Yu was shocked and retreated several steps.
Sang Niao said coldly: "Don't interfere!"
Lang Yu refused to listen and raised his sword to stop him again: "Senior!"
A fierce look suddenly appeared in Sang Niao's eyes, and she no longer held back.
At the same time, Ji Tang's hands hidden in the grass were covered with a layer of dark purple nightmare aura.
As soon as Sang Niao's sword moved, she would attack immediately.
Her cultivation level is temporarily lower than Sang Niao's, but she is not completely helpless in a short period of time.
In a flash, there was a sudden wave in the air.
The air currents converge in one place, causing the void to become turbulent.
A huge crack appeared before my eyes.
The Border Immortal Lord tore open the void and appeared in front of everyone in a black robe.
Ji Tang clenched his fists, and the nightmare disappeared in an instant.
Lang Yuhe was overjoyed when he heard about this.
He ran to the Border Immortal Venerable and saluted respectfully: "Immortal Venerable!"
The sword in Sang Niao's hand was put back into the scabbard at some point, and she was very happy to see the Border Immortal.
She smoothed the hem of her clothes, inserted the hairpin that had slipped out, and walked slowly to the frontier immortal.
She bowed softly, "Immortal Lord, why are you here?"
Su Jinzhou fixed his gaze on the two juniors. Before he could say anything, the two juniors' waists were almost bent to the ground.
"Come and see the younger generation in the sect."
Sang Niao looked at the two of them, her eyes no longer filled with hostility. She smiled and said, "It is a blessing for the Immortal Venerable to love the younger generation. The Immortal Venerable does not need to worry. I am here and will definitely not let them get hurt."
"Thank you." Su Jinzhou lowered his eyes and just saw a disheveled figure on the grass. Sang Niao was blocking the figure, and his gaze fell on Sang Niao again.
Sang Niao: "Since the Immortal Venerable is here, why don't you go with us to see the ghosts and gods?"
Su Jinzhou looked at Lang Yu.
Lang Yu briefly explained the whole story, "As long as the ghosts and gods are eliminated, these girls won't have to die!"
Su Jinzhou nodded and randomly picked someone from among the people, "Lead the way."
The man nodded repeatedly, but was intimidated by his aura. He took only a few steps and fell to the ground.
Ji Tang suppressed his laughter, got up from the ground, and returned to the group of monks silently.
Sang Niao looked at her secretly, and she grinned, which made Sang Niao so angry that she immediately turned her head away.
Lang Yu came to her side and said, "Don't provoke Senior Sang Niao again."
Ji Tang snorted, "She is worthy of being called a senior."
Lang Yu: "In the path of cultivation, strength is everything. You should always be cautious on this path. Even someone one level higher than you can kill you, let alone Senior Sang Niao."
Ji Tang glanced at him, "Aren't you tired?"
Lang Yu was speechless.
Ji Tang: "I have always acted recklessly. She doesn't like me, and I hate her for getting stye!"
Lang Yu started to stutter again: "You...how can a girl like you talk like that...like that..."
Ji Tang spread his hands, "What's wrong with me? Didn't you say that in the path of cultivation, strength is respected, and there is no distinction between girls and gentlemen."
"But everything I said is based on my strength. Don't try to follow my lead!"
After brushing off the grass and dirt on her body, she patted Lang Yu's shoulder, leaving a clear five-fingerprint on his shoulder.
"Su Jinzhou taught you very well, but it's just too clean."
Lang Yu corrected: "It's the Border Immortal!"
Ji Tang changed the topic quickly: "Oh, Border Immortal." She was obviously not paying attention, waved her hand and walked to the front.
Lang Yu felt that the boy was unteachable.
Tan Wen laughed and joked, "She told you not to learn from her."
Lang Yu had never seen someone like this before, and for the first time in his life, he felt the urge to roll his eyes. "She's only in the early stages of enlightenment. What can I possibly learn from her?"
Tan Wen couldn't help laughing: "Of course I should imitate her mouth when she's in the Tribulation Crossing Stage!"
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