Chapter 40: Hate and Resentment
The fog behind him grew thicker and thicker. Ghosts rushed out like crazy, but as soon as they emerged, they were all shattered by Qu Wuji. He looked at Ji Lingche, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
She came back to her senses and said, "Nothing."
The ghostly fog continued to flow. She simply said, "Until the bell breaks, the fog won't stop."
"You stay here and I'll go destroy the bell."
Qu Wuji suddenly grabbed her wrist and for a long time only said, "Be careful."
Ji Lingche looked at him and said, "Since this fog can attract evil spirits from ancient times to the present, why don't you go into the fog and see if Ji Tai'er is there?"
Qu Wuji nodded, and Ji Lingche placed his hand on the back of his cold hand and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it's okay."
She gently brushed away Qu Wuji's hand and left the warm room.
Suddenly, a chill ran down my bones, and all I could see was darkness. The silver butterfly glowed faintly as it glided forward, leaving behind a trail of bright light in the darkness, like a lightsaber slicing through the night sky.
But the butterfly disappeared in front of him in an instant, and the person he was looking for was hiding in front of him.
Ji Lingche walked through the long lightless passage step by step, only to find that he was back to the place where he first came out of the water. However, for some reason, the rows of ghosts that were originally standing guard here were nowhere to be seen. Could it be that they were summoned into the fog by the bell?
It was so dark that he could hardly see anything. Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes slightly and listened attentively with bated breath.
There was only a slight sound of rubbing clothes, as if the arm was slightly raised. Ji Lingche sneered, moved like lightning, and instantly flashed to the side of the man, suddenly pressing down his wrist. The bell was interrupted before it rang halfway, and the ghost could not be summoned.
Yan Jinchen didn't hesitate at all, and slapped Ji Lingche's chest with his palm. Ji Lingche dodged to the side, and took advantage of the situation to grab the bell on his wrist and pulled it towards him.
Yan Jinchen refused to let go, his teeth itching with hatred: "You are looking for death."
After a long time, there was a sudden bang. He screamed and stepped back repeatedly. His hands were cut by the silk thread and blood was flowing down.
Looking at Ji Lingche again, his hands were also covered in blood, and the rope on the bell was almost cutting into his flesh. She raised her eyebrows and raised the bell, shaking it in front of him: "Oh, Junior Brother, you are useless."
Both of them are currently physically disabled but mentally strong.
One had a broken arm and his spiritual veins were destroyed, while the other had almost zero physical cultivation. The fight between them was just a competition to see who was more brutal and evil.
Ji Lingche sneered, "I remember I destroyed this thing last time. Did you make another one?"
Yan Jinchen glared at her, his hatred unconcealed, his eyes as vicious as a snake: "Give it back to me!"
Ji Lingche glared at him coldly, raised the corner of his mouth, and snorted coldly: "I won't give it to you."
Yan Jinchen said grimly, "I told you not to stare at me like that."
Ji Lingche gripped the bell tightly, as if about to crush it. Yan Jinchen knew she was capable of anything, so his tone softened again. He exposed his injured arm and pretended to be pitiful. He took a few steps forward and said, "Senior Sister, why are you forcing me?"
But before he could finish his words, a long sword arrived and chopped down Ji Lingche on the head!
Another sneak attack.
It came so fast and so fiercely that there was no way to dodge it. The sword slashed from Ji Lingche's right neck straight to her left shoulder, cutting off her head and half of her shoulder!
As the sword flashed, blood flew into the air and spilled hotly.
All I heard was a heart-wrenching scream.
But it was Yan Jinchen's blood.
The man who was supposed to have his head chopped off disappeared like smoke, and the figure appeared behind Yan Jinchen.
Ji Lingche held the sword in both hands and looked coldly at Yan Jinchen's back. He saw his body shaking and then he fell to his knees with a thud. A broken arm was lying on the ground in the blood. At this moment, his arms were empty and his sleeves were swaying in the cold wind.
Ji Lingche's sword was fierce, fierce and accurate. With a wave of his hand, the sword fell, and blood splattered all over his head and face. The lightsaber transformed from the locust flower was now shining with a cold and sharp glow.
She seemed to have walked out of a pool of blood, like a killer. She raised her hand to wipe the warm blood that splashed on her face and said fiercely, "How does it feel to have your limbs chopped off? Does it feel good?"
It takes another evildoer to deal with an evildoer.
Ji Lingche sneered and said, "Tit for tat, it's your turn today."
Yan Jinchen's arm was broken, and he probably couldn't ring the bell anymore, but he acted like nothing had happened. Beads of cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he trembled in pain, but he showed no pain at all. He smiled and said, "I really regret this."
Ji Lingche walked up to him step by step and looked at him with his eyes lowered.
Yan Jinchen stared into her eyes and said with a smile, "I should have summoned your soul when you died, dug out those scornful eyes of yours, and made you into a mere amusement, just like Qi Xiangwan."
Ji Lingche sneered, lifted his chin with his sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at his throat: "How dare you say that? Don't you want your tongue anymore?"
Yan Jinchen was forced to look up and meet her gaze. Although Ji Lingche's body belonged to someone else, his eyes, soaked in blood and surprisingly bright, looked so familiar and creepy to him.
Ji Lingche raised his eyebrows slightly: "Senior sister, I always admire tenacious opponents. You hate me so much——"
"Can you still fight? Stand up and continue fighting?"
Yan Jinchen is used to pretending to be pitiful and seeking sympathy, but he knows that this trick is useless in front of Ji Lingche.
This person has no heart.
So he stopped pretending and laughed, his tone soft, with an innate viciousness and undisguised malice: "Alas, what a pity! If I had the chance, I would cut you into pieces."
Ji Lingche's sword pointed at his neck, piercing into the flesh, and blood flowed along the tip of the sword.
She didn't care about his life experience or hardship, she just asked coldly: "Where are the five clans' forbidden weapons?"
Yan Jinchen raised his head, looked her straight in the eyes, and said slowly, "Ha, I forgot to tell you, you can never get that thing again."
Ji Lingche frowned: "What?"
Yan Jinchen grinned like a child and said, "Hehe, I just said that to trick you into coming into the city. I've never brought that thing into the city."
Ji Lingche's face became increasingly cold, but he said nothing. His eyes fell on his face, observing his subtle expressions, trying to find evidence that he was lying. Unfortunately, this man's performance was flawless.
Yan Jinchen continued, "How do you think I can survive after you destroyed my spiritual veins?"
Ji Lingche: "Someone saved you, but the price is that you have to hand over the forbidden weapon?"
Yan Jinchen remained silent. Ji Lingche's tone was almost cold and murderous, as he asked word by word, "Who is that person?"
Yan Jinchen laughed non-stop. His already thin body, without his arms, was like a board that could be broken by a gust of wind.
He let the blood flow from his severed arm without sealing the wound. Seeing his lips already draining of color, he gave up hope and laughed happily, "Ji Lingche, don't you want to be a savior hero?"
His eyes curved in a smile, and he spoke softly and slowly, allowing her to hear every word clearly: "Senior Sister, live well. You will witness with your own eyes everything you expect, yearn for, and idealize, crumble before your eyes."
"Divine punishment will fall upon you and upon everyone."
Divine punishment?
Ji Lingche sneered: "Oh? Really?"
“It’s really something to look forward to.”
Yan Jinchen knew that the fire in her heart had already begun to rise, but he continued, "I'll tell you where the forbidden weapon is. It's in the Abyss of Emberless."
"Moreover, it has been swallowed by the demon master."
Ji Lingche's expression suddenly changed when she heard this. The hand holding the sword seemed to be shaking. She stared at Yan Jinchen's face, trying to read the expression of a lie on his face.
pity.
His face was filled with a look of gloating joy, a joy that far outweighed the pain of having both arms broken and bleeding to death. He almost looked radiant.
Ji Lingche knew that he was not lying, because mere deception would not bring such great happiness.
Yan Jinchen said, "If that's the case, it won't be long before the demon lord breaks your seal. Do you still have the life to seal him again, Lord Guanlan?"
No wonder.
No wonder the demon was so rampant. Not only did his soul leave his body, but he also dared to openly provoke and cause trouble in the Immortal Trial Competition.
If the demon lord Ran Lou really managed to subdue and absorb the forbidden weapon, he would be able to break her crow feather sword in no time and regain his freedom.
Ji Lingche was not furious, but her face was gloomy and chilling. She said after a long moment, "Why do you do this?"
Yan Jinchen laughed heartily, his eyes slightly red, and said word by word: "The whole world has betrayed me, and the whole world can be killed."
"Everyone in this world has committed grave sins and should be killed completely. Only in this way can they be cleansed of their sins and be reborn in paradise—"
The ending of his tone rose, and the voice seemed to float in the sky yet close to the ear, making people's heads dizzy.
Ji Lingche raised the sword again, hovering it above his head, but did not chop it down.
There was a clang as the tip of the sword touched the ground. Ji Lingche said, "Junior brother..."
Yan Jinchen laughed bitterly and said, "I want to ask why too!"
"I've treated the world with sincerity, but what have I gained?" He raised his head stubbornly, but his face was still smiling. He never showed any regret, and even when death was approaching, he didn't shed a single tear. "Who can tell me what I did wrong?"
"You say I'm cunning and despicable, but if I had made a wrong move, I would have been dead! I would have been burned in the street like my mother!"
He was less than ten years old when he was thrown into Fengdu City. His cultivation was low and he had to compete with ghosts for food. Only he himself knew how he survived.
In order to rapidly increase his cultivation level, he killed people and refined ghosts, but was despised by his master and was expelled and scolded everywhere like a stray dog.
He said, "What's wrong with me wanting revenge?!"
"What's wrong with me wanting to improve my cultivation?!"
"I don't want to be crushed to death like a bug. What have I done wrong?!"
He laughed heartily and said again, "I have never regretted anything I did."
“Never.”
Ji Lingche looked at him coldly and said, "If you dare to do it and take responsibility for it, you are not a coward."
Yan Jinchen curled his lips and said, "Ji Lingche, you are so arrogant."
"You should be deaf, blind and dumb, so that people can feel at ease."
He smiled wickedly, like a child with evil intentions who hadn't grown up yet: "What do you want to do? Chop off my head with a sword? Chop off my limbs? Hand me over to the Immortal Alliance for execution? Or -"
"Let me go?" He smiled, revealing his pointed little teeth. "Senior Sister, even you feel sorry for me?"
Ji Lingche raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Pity? Don't you hate pity the most?"
She put away the long sword in her hand and slowly paced around him. "I can let you go, as long as you tell me everything about the demon and who saved you and took away the forbidden weapon."
Yan Jinchen laughed: "As expected of the Sect Master, you are truly courageous."
"I thought you would get furious and kill me, but I didn't expect you to start thinking of ways to deal with the demon right now."
Ji Lingche smiled faintly and said, "What's the use of being angry?"
"I know you're not afraid of death, so if you tell the truth, not only can I let you go, I can also promise you something."
Yan Jinchen said, "Hehe, Senior Sister, we are all fellow disciples who know each other well. Why are you trying to play tricks on me?"
"I'm afraid my head will fall to the ground as soon as I tell you. After all, the creditor is gone, so there's no need to fulfill the promise."
He blinked his eyes and said, "You can tease others, but there's no need to tease me. After all, I understand you so well."
Seeing that he couldn't trick him, Ji Lingche smiled slightly and said, "How clever, Xiaochen! I almost don't want to kill you."
She was standing behind him at this moment, with her sword pointing at his back, hesitating whether to pierce him through and through.
This man must be eliminated at all costs. Otherwise, with his abilities and character, who knows how much more trouble he will cause.
Anyway, he wouldn't tell anything no matter what you asked him, and even if he did, it would be a lie. He wasn't afraid of death or pain, so after thinking it over, you might as well kill him with a sword.
For the sake of our fellow disciples, let's give him a quick death—
At this moment, she suddenly felt a chill on her back, and a strong ghostly aura mixed with resentment came sharply towards her heart!
She turned around and heard a clang. She saw a dagger hanging in front of her chest, with the blade being held between her fingers.
Ji Lingche took a look and was a little surprised. Then he sneered and said, "A Si?"
The female ghost's eyes were red, hatred was almost overflowing, and the hand holding the knife was shaking slightly.
Ji Lingche's tone was cold, but he smiled: "Why are you doing this? Think about it, if I kill him, won't he become your ghost? And you can get him, right? Why are you so afraid of his death?"
Ji Lingche couldn't help but feel a little anxious when looking at the little female ghost.
It really is a ghost that won't go away.
If this guy hadn't interfered back then, she would have killed this beastly junior brother.
No one knew why Ah Si was so devoted to her junior fellow apprentice. Although Yan Jinchen had saved her, he did not take her seriously. He treated her like a slave, bossing her around and beating or scolding her.
But this Ah Si actually blocked a palm strike for him at the critical moment of life and death, and used his own soul to save the man's life.
With a clang, the knife in the little ghost girl's hand was broken by Ji Lingche.
The spiritual power exploded, and Ah Si couldn't help but take a few steps back, then fell to the ground. She raised her eyes and stared at her viciously, saying word by word: "Ji Lingche."
Pointing at her, he cursed, "Bitch!"
"I'm going to kill you."
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes and laughed, "Okay, I'm waiting for the day when you come to kill me."
After saying that, he leisurely raised his foot, ignored her, walked past her, and walked towards Yan Jinchen.
Ah Si was so angry that he started laughing and said to her, "Stop right there!"
"Do you think you are so generous?!"
Ji Lingche: "I'm not really an elegant or generous person, I just don't want to bother with you."
Ah Si sneered, struggled to stand up, staggered a few steps, barely stood, and rushed towards Ji Lingche again -
"Hmm!" Ji Lingche stretched out his hand and pinched her neck, making her almost unable to breathe. Ji Lingche laughed angrily: "Are you sick?"
But suddenly, Ah Si shouted, "Master, hurry up!"
Ji Lingche was shocked to see the female ghost in front of her turned into strands of black silk, suddenly floating towards her and wrapping around her hand!
She struggled but couldn't get free, instead it got tighter and tighter.
Ji Lingche frowned and asked, "Self-destructed?"
No one knew why Ah Si was so affectionate and loyal that he shattered his soul into a black net, trapping Ji Lingche tightly and buying time for Yan Jinchen.
Looking at Yan Jinchen again, he leaned back and fell to the ground, then jumped up with a somersault. Although he had no arms, he was still able to stand. Without any hesitation, he turned around and left without even looking back.
Ji Lingche looked at the female ghost who gradually dissipated and turned into black silk, and whispered: "Look at him, he didn't even look at you when you died."
Ji Lingche's arms were tied tightly, and the Yin energy penetrated his bones, causing stinging pain all over his body, but he couldn't break free for a while. When he turned around, Yan Jinchen actually used his foot to hook the bell that fell on the ground.
Ji Lingche couldn't move his hands, so he kicked the man in the heart!
Yan Jinchen was kicked hard, but he did not fall down. He took a few steps back and barely stood still. He sneered and kicked forward.
One of these two men now has no arms, and the other has his arms tied up. They are like one-legged chickens, and they don't even use their magic. You kick me and I kick you, and they fight with their bodies, expressing their desire to win.
In the end, this farce ended with Ji Lingche kicking her junior brother to the ground.
She stomped on the bell and crushed it completely before she stopped.
A locust flower fluttered down from her sleeve and fell to the ground. She blew a long whistle and sneered, "I won't play with you anymore. Go to hell."
The petals slowly grew longer and stood upright, and instantly turned into a female cultivator in a white robe, with a pair of eyes without pupils and a long sword in her hand that glowed with a cold light.
Ji Lingche took a step back and passed by the approaching female cultivator of illusion. The female cultivator walked up to Yan Jinchen, holding the sword in both hands, raised it high above his head, and was about to chop him down -
Suddenly, I heard someone behind me scream "Ah".
Ji Lingche turned around and saw the female cultivator stopped and a child standing behind her.
She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "You are not dead?"
This person was none other than the little boy who had always been sticking with Liu Yeqing. He had disappeared in Baiyu Tower. She had only thought that he had been devoured by the ghosts until not even a trace of him was left. She had no idea how he had ended up here.
Ji Lingche asked, "What do you have to say?"
The little boy hadn't spoken for a long time, but now he opened his mouth with all his strength, forming sentences and saying incoherently: "Don't..."
"Don't, don't kill him..."
After that, he could no longer speak a complete sentence and finally started signing.
Ji Lingche saw clearly that what the child wanted to express was——
"He's a good man."
Ji Lingche couldn't help but laugh angrily, and said coldly: "If he is a good person, then I am a Bodhisattva."
The little boy signed again: "I am the sacrifice."
"Thrown in by the townspeople to feed the ghosts."
"He saved me."
"He's a good man."
Ji Lingche was looking at the child and felt that he looked familiar. He was distracted for a moment and suddenly remembered the first time he met Yan Jinchen.
He was about the same age at that time.
He was also covered in blood and possessed by evil spirits, like an evil ghost in the human world.
The child was hiding behind her master and was feeling uncomfortable because of the shin of the sun. Xiao Qinmian raised his sleeves to cover his head, and the gauze blocked the light for him.
Ji Lingche laughed and said, "Master, how come you went to Fengdu City and picked up a little burden?"
Xiao Qinmian said, "I can pick it up if I want to. Why are you asking me? Come quickly. This will be your junior brother from now on."
Ji Lingche walked over to the child, leaned over and said with a smile: "Hello, little friend, my name is Ji Lingche, what's your name?"
The child was a natural optimist. He smiled at her, revealing his pointed little teeth, which was quite adorable. He said, "My last name is Yan, I don't have a given name."
"Master just told me that the past is all dust, and gave me the name Jinchen, so my name is Yan Jinchen now."
Ji Lingche said "Oh" and said, "What a good name."
Xiao Qinmian said, "I'll leave your junior brother to you. Teach him some magic. Don't let him cause trouble or be bullied by others."
Ji Lingche hissed, "Master, you know I've been very busy lately..."
At that time, perhaps because she acted too ostentatiously, she somehow provoked a minor Immortal Leader named Qu from the Immortal Alliance, who was constantly giving her trouble. She was so annoyed that she casually said, "Let him go learn swordsmithing from Senior Brother He Tan. It's a good opportunity to borrow his weapon spirit to cleanse the evil spirit from him."
Xiao Qinmian looked at his favorite student in silence and cursed, "Damn you, have you gotten into trouble again?"
Ji Lingche chuckled: "That's not the case."
Xiao Qinmian didn't force it, but simply said, "It's really a waste of your talent to ask you to take care of the disciples' affairs, so your master won't force you."
"Well, since you are the first one to see him, you can give him a courtesy name."
Ji Lingche looked at him, his body covered in blood, with not a single spot intact, yet with a smiling face, as if nothing bothered him. He thought he probably seldom shed tears, so he said, "Then let's call him Wulei."
"May you be tearless." She leaned over and touched the child's head. "May you be tearless and have a smooth life."
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Yan Jinchen laughed behind her: "Senior Sister, what's wrong?"
"Why do you stop moving when you see this kid? In your mind, I won't do anything good, right?"
"If you want to let me go, I'll leave—"
Ji Lingche turned to look at him and suddenly said, "Yan Wulei."
The smiling face of that junior brother from back then merged with his own miserable smiling face.
It seems like nothing has changed, yet it seems like everything has changed.
Ji Lingche only said: "I hope you will have a smooth life in your next life and be a good person."
Yan Jinchen was stunned, but then he heard her say softly, "Goodbye, Junior Brother."
In an instant, the locust flower girl swung her sword and slashed it down. The sword flashed and blood splattered silently and flowed wildly.
A head suddenly fell to the ground and rolled to her feet. The head had a pair of wide-open almond-shaped eyes, and died with his eyes open.
Ji Lingche looked down with an expressionless face.
But he only said: "If I pity you today, who will pity me tomorrow?"
Soldiers use emotions, which is a taboo for immortals.
However, she thought to herself: I no longer have any fellow disciples in this world.
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