Chapter 66: Kill Tuanba From now on, I am your master
She turned into a ghost and wandered around for twenty years. When she opened her eyes, she was reincarnated as a little fool. She had experienced the torture of death and her cultivation was low. During these days, she had restrained her temperament and had become much gentler.
At this moment, she stared blankly at the sharp and cold eyes of the person in the coffin, and thought of his previous unbridled and cruel behavior, and was speechless for a moment.
The figure in the coffin raised the corners of his mouth, and with the red clothes on his body, he looked even more cold and strange: "I just heard that you were going to go with someone to a place where mountain flowers are in full bloom, and never care about worldly affairs again-"
The man in the coffin sneered: "I don't know when I became so unambitious."
Her cold hands clenched inch by inch, and Ji Lingche's fingers were intertwined with hers, causing pain between their fingers. The person in the coffin said, "Ji Lingche, are you really willing?"
Ji Lingche looked at his former face and said softly, "I'm unwilling, but I give up."
The man in the coffin sneered: "It's hard to believe that I said that."
She clenched her hands even tighter, almost crushing her finger bones, and chuckled, "Your ambitions, just like that, gone with the wind?"
The person in the coffin grabbed her hand and pulled it hard. Ji Lingche staggered and was almost lying on the coffin, facing her. She was so close that she could see the blue veins on the frosty face of the person in the coffin. She could clearly feel that the person in the coffin was not breathing.
The man in the coffin looked at her carefully and said after a long moment, "I wonder what you've been through these days to become so dejected."
"Even the remaining soul in this jade pendant of mine feels sorry for this."
She stared at Ji Lingche intently, saying word by word, "The fall of a genius isn't something to be regretted, but the erosion of one's spirit is the beginning of one's downfall."
Ji Lingche felt as if she had been hit on the head with a stick. A chill passed through her palms. She suddenly shivered and instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but was held tightly by the person in the coffin.
Man in the Coffin: "Escape, cowardice, shame."
Ji Lingche lowered his eyes and whispered, "You must be disappointed in me too."
The person in the coffin raised the corner of his mouth: "What are you talking about? How could I be disappointed in myself?"
"Even if I fail miserably, it's only temporary. As long as I survive, I'll always have a chance to turn the tables."
"The only one who can defeat me in this world is myself—"
"But no matter what situation I'm in, I won't be depressed."
Ji Lingche felt a pain in his palm, and a cold fragrance hit his face. He was pulled hard again, and he heard the person in the coffin whisper, "Come back."
Ji Lingche was startled, and suddenly her vision went dark. A powerful suction force pulled her forward, and her soul was suddenly pulled out.
A sharp pain came, as if her soul was being torn apart, but she could not make any sound. In the darkness, her consciousness stumbled around, and then suddenly lost weight, as if falling into a bottomless abyss. However, there was no feeling of impact after the fall, it was as if she fell into something warm and soft and was caught steadily.
She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes and fell into a deep sleep...
It was unknown how long it took before she slowly woke up, but it felt like she was in another world.
She lay on her back, watching the pale snow of Kunlun drifting quietly.
There seemed to be a layer of fog in front of my eyes. As my eyes moved slowly, I saw the mountains in the distance covered in white. In the hazy view, it looked like a blue and white ink painting.
She blinked, her vision becoming clearer and clearer. She could hear the thumping of her heart in her chest. She lay there for a long time, not moving, listening to her pulse and watching the snow falling all over the sky...
After a long time, she slowly raised her hand. The hand in front of her was pale, slender, and had distinct joints.
Those hands hadn't yet warmed up, their nails were slightly blue and covered in a layer of frost. But even after washing in snowy water, there was still a faint, undetectable dark red in the lines of their palms, as if it could never be removed.
These are a pair of hands once soaked in blood.
These are a pair of hands that are extremely murderous.
She looked at the hand carefully, then slowly clenched her fist. The veins on the back of her hand slowly tensed up, and spiritual power flowed -
These are also a pair of hands that can hold a long sword tightly.
The sleeves slipped down, revealing slender arms. Only faint scars could be seen on the arms. Although they had healed, each scar represented a bloody battle, and each scar represented a life.
Ji Lingche had tried countless times to retrieve this body. Back then, Qu Wuji had called it a corpse, and she had thought the body had been destroyed long ago, so she had no hope.
But when she really went back, she felt her chest was heavy, as if a stone was pressing on it, and she could hardly breathe.
From then on, she was no longer a little fool, nor was she a crazy little junior sister who hadn't established her foundation...
She is the evil leader who is wanted by everyone, she is the National Master Ping'an who is respected by everyone, she is... Ji Lingche.
Many people say that she is a rare genius that appears once in a thousand years.
To the point that she really thought that she could do things that others could not do.
So much so that she thought she could really fight against the will of heaven.
She curled up the corners of her mouth miserably, and the heavy snow slid down her arms and fell into her sleeves, wrapping her in the coldness.
——Is all this meaningless?
She slowly put down her hands and lay quietly in the coffin, letting the snow bury her.
But even though the snow kept falling, covering her layer by layer, she still felt hotter and hotter. The heat swept up from her dantian layer by layer, and she was not used to it for a while, and it made her feel uncomfortable.
The abundant spiritual power quickly circulated throughout her body, and she no longer felt cold. She suddenly remembered that the experience of "cold" was something she had never felt before.
It had been so long that she almost forgot her own abilities——
Ji Lingche suddenly brushed away the snow, sat up, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand toward the void in front of him and said, "Stop."
I saw snow flying all over the sky, and suddenly it stopped!
Snowflakes hung in the air, and as far as the eye could see, all the snowflakes in the vast snow-covered area had stopped. She had actually controlled the entire Kunlun Mountains in an instant.
Ji Lingche's hand was suspended in the air, trembling slightly. She slowly turned her palm over, then suddenly clenched it. In an instant, all the falling snow stretched out and turned into ice arrows, flashing with cold light!
Ji Lingche moved his gaze and looked at a high mountain in the distance, thinking to himself, if he launched an attack in an instant, could he raze the entire mountain to the ground?
There are mountains all over the place. If one is destroyed, the rest will surely collapse one after another.
But after a long time, she loosened her clenched palms little by little. At the moment of withdrawing the force, the ice arrows in the sky turned back into soft snowflakes. She slowly lowered her arms, and the snow fell as usual.
She stretched out her hand and let large flakes of snow fall into her palm.
She thought to herself, Kunlun is so beautiful, no wonder the immortal treasures his territory so much. She had just promised him that she would not be ungrateful, and if she turned around and destroyed this long mountain range, it would be too dishonest.
She saw Qu Wu Ji still lying quietly in the snow. His face had turned red because his spiritual veins had been repaired. He had been in the snow for so long that even his eyelashes were covered with ice crystals. He looked like an ice sculpture, cold and fragile.
Ji Lingche stepped out of the coffin and tried to brush off the snow on his body, but was tripped by something.
She lowered her eyes and saw Hua Wanwan's body lying on the ground, beside her feet.
She couldn't help but pause, slowly knelt down, gently hugged Hua Wanwan's body, and finally saw her appearance from a bystander's perspective.
The little girl had her eyes tightly closed at the moment, her soul gone, just an empty shell, seemingly unable to withstand even the slightest bit of wind and snow.
She had a round face, and would be very cute if she smiled, but with her eyes tightly closed, she looked very stubborn and resolute.
Ji Lingche thought that this child was not born a fool, but was harmed by demons and had such a problem. It was pitiful that his family fell into poverty at such a young age and he had no one to protect him. He had been bullied for all these years. Who could he talk to about his difficulties?
And now even his soul is gone.
Ji Lingche reached out and gently placed his hand on her forehead, saying only, "Thank you very much."
She whispered, "I know you must have wanted to go home all these years, right?"
"I heard that a fire broke out in the Hua family a few years ago. The old house was burned to the ground and the guests were scattered. Although it is desolate now, it is also quiet—"
"I'll take you back there and let you be with your family, okay?"
The Hua family was already in ruins. After Hua Liu's death, there were constant internal strife, and the huge family fell apart. Most people died in the fire caused by the internal strife, and no one even buried their bodies. The once prosperous family declined in this way.
Ji Lingche held Hua Wanwan's body and thought that since ancient times, none of those who advocated sealing demons had a good end.
Low-level cultivators can only be cremated. Ji Lingche placed her hand on her head, wanting to use a spiritual fire to turn her into ashes, and then wait for time to bury her in the old Hua family house. But before she could do anything, she suddenly paused. She felt that the hand she was holding on Hua Wanwan's back seemed to touch something.
She turned Hua Wanwan's body over and looked at her spine in disbelief. She reached out and began to feel her spine all the way down, but she couldn't help but pause -
What is this?
This is definitely not a human spine.
The human spine is soft and flexible, but when Ji Lingche touched it just now, her spine was hard and a little prickly.
Her spine seemed to have disappeared, but Ji Lingche did not feel anything unusual when he was in this body. When did this change happen?
Could it be that when this body has no soul, the spine will change?
Ji Lingche looked at it in disbelief, and couldn't help but have an almost horrifying guess.
Her hand was hanging on Hua Wanwan's neck, wanting to pull out her entire spine, but she was a little hesitant. The scene would definitely be bloody and would destroy her body, but this spine -
After a long while, Ji Lingche said softly, "I'm sorry, Wanwan, I have to do this."
Her hand still fell on her neck, and with a click, her neck was broken. Ji Lingche reached down and grabbed the spine, as if she was grabbing the hilt of a sword. Her heart suddenly began to beat wildly, and she was a little breathless.
She pulled out the spine inch by inch!
Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and a white light suddenly appeared, dazzling her so much that she couldn't open her eyes. Her sea of consciousness buzzed, and the thing in her hand burst out with violent spiritual pressure, almost throwing her out!
Ji Lingche knelt on one knee, clenched his hands, pressed his wrists down, and firmly controlled the thing. Spiritual power burst out from his hands, suppressing all the evil pressure of the thing, like taming an arrogant and unruly beast.
The white light emitted by that thing was suppressed inch by inch by her, and she could see that the thing in her hand was a long sword.
The sword had already been half-inserted into the snow. The blade was snow-white, engraved with wave and cloud patterns, and the murderous aura was hard to conceal.
The half-mile of snow touched by the sword tip changed color and melted, as if corroded by murderous aura.
Ji Lingche raised the corner of his mouth and said word by word: "Kill Tuan."
"I've wanted you for a long time."
"Sword Spirit, listen up! From now on, I am your master."
"If you don't obey, I will beat you until you obey."
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Author's Note: The Shaturian Sword was mentioned in Chapter 2. It was a peerless divine sword that disappeared after Hua Liu's death. Ji Lingche even tried to steal it, but unfortunately he didn't find it...
Then has anyone noticed that the title of this volume is "Sha Tuan", hahaha congratulations to myself for finishing another volume.
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