Chapter 35: A perfect match struck by lightning
Ji Lingche stared at him for a long time, then smiled and said, "You're doing well, old man."
If he was really the imperial teacher of the previous dynasty, he must be at least 500 years old, so calling him "old man" is not unfair to him.
The man didn't get angry. He raised his chin slightly and looked at her. His eyes, distinctly black and white, were like mercury, and filled with ghostly energy. "This little friend really has a lot of personality."
Ji Lingche curled her lips and was about to say something when Qu Wuji grabbed her wrist and blocked her way. "Senior, I don't want to bother you. I just want to bring back our friend."
The man ignored him and instead squinted his eyes to look at Qu Wuji. Then, as if very satisfied, he chuckled and said, "I was saying that although the immortal way has declined, it is not completely useless. You look quite good."
He leaned lazily and said, "Five hundred years ago, in such a good era, when I was your age, I was not as good as you."
Five hundred years ago, it was the most prosperous era. Plenty of spiritual energy flowed in the wind, and the essence of heaven and earth nourished all things, so much so that golden elixirs and primordial infants were everywhere.
Unfortunately, later...
These masters and mighty men died in the battle with demons, their spiritual energy suddenly depleted, and they completely entered the Dharma Ending Age, and the path to immortality became a joke.
The man suddenly smiled lazily: "Little girl, your body was stolen, right?"
"I've never even seen a spiritual consciousness like yours. It doesn't even match this mediocre body."
Ji Lingche frowned: "Old man, what are you trying to say by talking nonsense?"
The man raised his hand and moved it slightly. A silver butterfly was born from his fingertips. The butterfly, dragging a silver-blue light, circled around his slender fingers. Then the light gradually dimmed. He spread out his palm, and the butterfly finally landed in his palm and slowly disappeared.
He sighed softly, "It's so difficult."
"It's worthy of being the top-level immortal technique. I've been studying for a long time but still can't master it. As expected, illusion is only a game for geniuses. Even in the spiritual power era, there are only a handful of people who can do this."
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "It's just a sorcery, what's so good about it?"
The man looked at the faint blue in his palm and couldn't help but reveal a little yearning -
"Those who summon spirits are those who harness the forces of heaven and earth for their own benefit. It may seem like a clever trick, transforming the unreal into the real, but in reality, it contains a path to glimpsing the heavens. The subtlety lies in harnessing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own benefit, achieving a great result with a small effort, which perfectly embodies the principle of simplicity in the great way."
"This is the real magic."
He raised his pale finger and pointed at her lazily: "You have bad character and have ruined the reputation of Gou Ling. It's your personal style problem. Don't slander Gou Ling."
Sacrificing Lingche:...
Ji Lingche: "You've been locked up here for hundreds of years. I guess your reputation can't be much better than mine, right?"
The man closed his eyes and laughed softly. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were dark and dark, and he had a ghostly aura, an almost morbid... beauty.
He smiled coldly and sighed, "Little friends, I value your talents, so I won't kill you."
"One or two, don't bother me here."
Qu Wuji suddenly spoke, his voice clear and resolute: "Senior may have misunderstood our intentions."
He instructed Hu Jin: "We really don't mean to disturb you, but we will definitely take that person away."
The man suddenly opened his eyes, his dark blue lips curled up, and he chuckled softly: "Courage is commendable, but courage that is not appropriate at the right time is foolishness."
"I really hope you can all learn to be smarter."
This man has lived for more than five hundred years, his face has not aged, and he has experienced the war between demons and monsters. Since he was able to survive, he is now at least at the level of a terrestrial immortal. He is not even a cultivator anymore, and he has already stepped half a foot into the immortal gate.
Even if he was locked here, the two of them together might not be his match.
Ji Lingche suddenly thought, if she had not split Qu Wuji's golden elixir and destroyed his cultivation, would he be able to reach this level now?
——Maybe more than that...
Qu Wuji smiled coldly: "What if we just can't learn to be smart?"
Ji Lingche smiled: "So, what do you want to do by capturing Linghu Jin?"
No wonder Linghu Jin was injured and disappeared in Baiyu Tower. It must have been that guy's doing.
He sent people to infiltrate Yan Jinchen's ghost generals, took the opportunity to injure her, and then brought her here.
The man raised his finger, put it to his lips and made a "hush" sound.
He closed his eyes and raised his chin slightly. His expression couldn't help but reveal a bit of longing, as if he was listening to some oracle. His face seemed to be flushed with blood. "Your Highness will be back soon."
He spoke lightly, as if he had taken some hallucinogenic drug and was immersed in his own world.
Ji Lingche frowned and looked at Linghu Jin on the ground. When she first entered the city, she asked Linghu Jin why she had the key to enter the city, but she didn't answer. The key had disappeared for hundreds of years. Where did she get it from?
Why, she has the key to Fengdu City, why, Yin Lanxin chose to look for her.
Why……
Suddenly, Ji Lingche felt something explode in his brain—
Her scalp suddenly felt numb, and she frowned and said, "Is this Hu Jin a descendant of the Dayan royal family?!"
She and Qu Wuji exchanged a glance, and immediately understood each other: Could it be that this Imperial Master wanted to use Linghu Jin's body to revive his former master?!
Ji Lingche was horrified and blurted out: "Are you crazy, Li Lingxi?!"
The Imperial Master opened his eyes, looking so evil and charming that he didn't seem alive. The cold wind blew, making his clothes sway. Even the layers of iron chains could not lock up his evil spirit.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled: "You know me."
Ji Lingche: "...I am not talented, but have you ever read the "Chapter of Misfortune" in the History of the Immortal Alliance?"
"The Chapter of Disasters" is the official history of the Immortal Alliance. Only those who have committed heinous crimes can occupy this chapter. If the book can open a separate chapter for them, they will definitely be a great disaster that will be famous for a while.
In order to see how the Immortal Alliance would arrange her, Ji Lingche specially got a book to read. One volume was compiled for every thousand years, and she occupied 30% of this thin book. As a result, when she flipped through it, she found that there were really many masters.
There was one person who left a particularly deep impression on her. The article about that person was not long, but his deeds were enough to talk about.
That senior, named Li Lingxi, also known as Zhaoyi, had an unknown background, but he was very famous. He was the imperial preceptor for a grand banquet. While working there, somehow, at such an old age, he ended up having an affair with a teenage princess!
He killed his father and brother for her, killed all the rebels, and personally pushed her to the throne.
How could the princess, a mortal, possibly have the lifespan of a cultivator? To extend her life and preserve her youth, Imperial Master Li went so far as to slaughter the common people to borrow their longevity. He slaughtered so many people, practically spilling blood, that for a moment everyone at the banquet felt threatened...
The two of them are in cahoots with each other, one is a disaster to the country, the other is a disaster to the people. They are truly a perfect match made in heaven, a perfect couple destined to be struck by lightning!
Under such pressure, some righteous men went to knock on the gate of heaven and cried out for justice on the Golden Terrace with blood dripping all over their bodies.
Cultivators are not supposed to interfere in the affairs of the mortal world. According to the laws of the Immortal Alliance, disturbing the mortal world is a capital crime.
According to the way of heaven, the "national teacher" is a sinner.
This is a high-risk profession that goes against the will of heaven, and being punished by heaven is the least of its consequences.
Since ancient times, it has been difficult for "national masters" to have a good end. At the very least, they will be disgraced, and most will die without a burial place.
However, the mortal world's national destiny also needs people to maintain it. There will always be some people of "unknown origin" who become national masters for various reasons. As long as they do not disrupt the order of the mortal world, the Immortal Alliance will turn a blind eye.
But Li Lingxi's role as the National Master was too absurd, to the point of being shocking. He had become a great disgrace to the immortal world.
At the same time, the ills accumulated over the years in the Grand Banquet had already caused this huge and decadent dynasty to collapse and fall apart.
Heaven was against their will, the ruler and his subjects were alienated, and a severe drought hit. The people suffered terribly, so they rose up in rebellion.
According to the "Disaster Chapter":
The imperial teacher was killed on the spot by the Immortal Alliance, and the princess was beheaded by the rebel army with a sword and displayed to the public.
...But it is obvious that the immortals do not have the integrity of the imperial historians to speak their mind, and they can lie without blushing or feeling guilty.
This Li Lingxi is clearly alive and well.
——Although it is very undignified for him to be locked up like this.
But this just shows that this is someone that even the Immortal Alliance cannot kill.
Li Lingxi looked at her with a smile on his face, his eyes curved, and a sinister look in his eyes: "Oh, so I'm famous?"
Ji Lingche: "...Yes, senior, you are very famous."
"But..." Ji Lingche said, "The person is gone, the past is like smoke. Aren't you too paranoid?"
"Your Highness is back, what about my friend?"
Li Lingxi covered his face and laughed, with an expression of being possessed by a demon. With his handsome face, he looked almost weirdly crazy, beautifully crazy, and creepy.
When Qu Wu Ji saw Li Lingxi's expression, he felt a sudden pain in his heart, with a burning pain in his dantian. An indescribable loneliness surged in his heart, and he almost couldn't breathe.
it hurts.
My whole body aches.
He thought again of what he had done in the years since someone died.
Like a madman, he summons souls at all costs, again and again.
Is there any difference between him, Qu Wuji, and the madman in front of him?
He just pretends well.
No one knows except himself.
Ji Lingche felt a chill as he watched the man in front of him truly possessed. He suddenly turned to look at Qu Wuji, only to find him frowning with a gloomy expression. He asked, "What's with that expression on your face? Are you going to save Linghu Jin or not?"
She and Linghu Jin did not have a life-and-death relationship, and she came here to get the forbidden weapons of the five clans and to clean up the family. She really didn't want to cause any trouble, so she should have bypassed this guy and killed Yan Jinchen directly.
But this was an unexpected disaster for Linghu Jin. Ji Lingche had originally thought he could make as much money as possible, but who would have thought that there was an ancient psychopath locked up underground...
Qu Wu Ji looked up at her eyes, and the dark red light around him fell into her eyes, a shimmering red color, like a deep red dream.
Ji Lingche sneered: "Are you stupid?!"
Qu Wu Ji closed his eyes and resolutely put aside the thoughts that were coming to his mind.
He opened his eyes again, his gaze firm, and looked towards the man on the high platform, who was hugging Linghu Jin. He said solemnly, "We must take Patriarch Linghu away."
"If she dies here, there will be a riot in the Linghu family, and even a small move will affect the entire family."
If the head of the family dies, the Linghu family will be leaderless. The noble families will kill each other to grab this piece of fat meat. The Immortal Alliance is already too weak to withstand such a change...
The way of immortality has really declined.
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