Chapter 79: Nine philosophers gather together, a madman holds a meeting
Upon hearing this, Zhu Dongfeng raised his head and looked at Qu Wuji in a daze.
Then, he slowly frowned, his eyes darkening little by little, his paranoia hard to conceal.
He looked directly at Qu Wuji and said in his mind, "Since you all know my determination to protect my master, could you please return the sword to me?"
Qu Wuji showed no emotion, saying, "This matter is of great importance and needs further discussion."
Zhu Dong sneered when he heard this, and his paranoid look became even more intense: "Ha, your Excellency is so good at making excuses."
"You mean you will never give me the sword?"
Zhu Dongfeng bit his lip and looked straight at him. His expression was extremely sinister, as if he was a completely different person from the one who had just asked for help.
He spoke softly, "Sir, I have already told you the truth and kowtowed repeatedly in pleas. Are you sure you really want to be so arrogant and heartless?"
Although his words sounded humble, his tone was so cold that it sounded like a ghost. To people who listened to it, it seemed like a clear threat.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his palm and struck Qu Wuji, a storm of wind raged—
Qu Wuji's expression changed slightly, he lowered his eyes, and looked at him again.
In an instant, Zhu Dongfeng's palm stopped in the air.
In order to launch this sneak attack, he gathered all the spiritual power in his body into his palms, intending to fight desperately, but under Qu Wuji's cold spiritual pressure, his palm winds were all counterattacked, and all the meridians in his body were shaken.
His chest suddenly heaved violently, and he kept coughing up blood. He stared straight at Qu Wu Ji. He wanted to look away but he couldn't move at all. It was like falling into an ice cave, and he was suffocating under the heavy spiritual pressure.
The hatred that had been growing inside him gradually weakened, as if he was about to be crushed to death, and he couldn't say anything.
After an unknown amount of time, Qu Wu Ji slowly blinked his eyes, and the spiritual pressure dissipated.
Zhu Dongfeng felt the chill all over his body disappear, and he immediately broke out in a sweat. He felt a splitting headache, and his whole body was weak, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
Ji Lingche leaned against the window frame, looked at Zhu Dongfeng, and thought to himself, he is quite a character.
Even though he knew the gap in cultivation was huge and that he would die if he attacked, he still threw himself into the flame like a moth...
I don't know why this person is so obsessed.
Zhu Dongfeng was lying on the ground, as if dead, without any sign of life. Ji Lingche curled up the corners of his mouth.
She frowned and said, "Qu Wuji, did you kill him?"
Qu Wuji: "No, it's just that he was determined to die, and it seems that he severed his own meridians."
She walked forward slowly, saying as she went, "It's better to let him live."
——By keeping him, either by winning him over or threatening him, we can control the Evil Suppression Division.
If she could take possession of a special place like the Evil Suppression Division and use it for her control, wouldn't that be...
Ji Lingche stopped in front of Zhu Dongfeng and looked at him with her eyes downcast. Her hair was spread out, covering her entire face. She said, "This person's breathing has stopped, but his heart meridians are still intact. It's a bit strange—"
She squatted down, brushed aside the messy hair covering his face, and was about to put her fingers together to feel the pulse in his neck, but suddenly, the man who had no breath at all moved abruptly, raised his hand towards her face, and suddenly a burst of purple smoke appeared!
Ji Lingche felt something was wrong and quickly turned her head, but her eyes still felt a stinging pain. She raised her sleeves to cover her face, concentrated and held her breath, but her spiritual power stagnated and she showed signs of poisoning.
Ji Lingche said hatefully in his heart, damn it!
Being schemed against by such people, she was burning with rage. She didn't care what kind of poison it was and slapped Zhu Dongfeng fiercely without holding back at all, obviously wanting to kill him on the spot.
The palm wind was infused with spiritual power, creating a buzzing sound. However, she did not expect that due to the poison, her palm strike was slow and missed. The surrounding walls were affected by the palm wind and cracked one after another.
As she stood up, she suddenly felt a sword pointing at her back. Zhu Dongfeng screamed, his words were unclear and he couldn't speak, but his meaning was very clear.
Qu Wu Ji already had a lightsaber in his hand. Hearing him shout, he paused, his expression almost frozen as he stared at him coldly.
Zhu Dongfeng was already at the end of his strength. He forced a cold smile and said in his mind: "This poison, only I can cure it."
"Hand over the sword, and I will detoxify you. If you refuse, you will die of the poison in two hours."
Ji Lingche was curious and chuckled, "Huh?"
"Even if I give you the sword, do you have the ability to take it away?"
Zhu Dongfeng's chest heaved, and he bit his lip tightly. He said in his mind, "I'm going to take the sword and leave first. I'll send someone to bring you the antidote after I confirm it's safe."
Ji Lingche burst into laughter upon hearing this, almost falling over, as if he had never heard such funny words before.
She always said this kind of words to deceive others, but this was the first time she was threatened like this.
She slowly turned around and said with a smile, "You are quite capable if you can poison me."
"I may be angry, but I underestimated my enemy and learned my lesson. So I won't kill you."
Zhu Dongfeng understood her lip language and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was eerily calm.
During the confrontation just now, he only knew how powerful Qu Wu Ji was and thought that this woman was easy to control. But when he was stared at by her, he suddenly felt uneasy from the soles of his feet.
Ji Lingche said slowly, "The juice of the resurrection grass must be extracted before it can kill people."
"Those of inferior quality cannot be extracted into juice and can only be ground into powder to make up the numbers. However, this inferior product is of no use to cultivators with high cultivation levels—"
"Hey, look what this is?" A ball of purple liquid suddenly appeared in her palm, suspended in her palm, held up by spiritual power, forming a small ball, swaying slightly with the fluctuations of spiritual power.
Zhu Dongfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he could not help but step back. Ji Lingche slowly stepped forward and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Did you see the real stuff? Did your eyes open?"
The Resurrection Grass is extremely precious and is something that is in short supply. Even hybrids of average quality are very rare. Even a powerful and all-powerful force like the Evil Suppression Bureau can only get this inferior product.
Moreover, even if it wasn't just liquid but just powder, if it were sprayed on a cultivator, even one at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection stage would lose all their cultivation and become instantly unable to move. However, the man in front of him only had his spiritual power blocked, with no signs of the poison taking effect...
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and the ball of purple liquid on his palm rose up and rushed towards the person opposite him -
Zhu Dongfeng retreated again and again, watching the purple venom about to fall on his head. The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He slowly closed his eyes and suddenly let out a heart-wrenching howl.
The howl was hoarse and long, mixed with years of pain, and revealed endless despair.
If he died like this, he would have died with hatred in his heart and would not have had peace even as a ghost.
In the past few years, he has been living a life neither human nor ghost, wandering around like a zombie, and his only belief in life is to protect his master's soul.
Now he finally found a compatible body, but the sword had been taken by someone else. He wanted to get the sword back, but he couldn't. He had used all his tricks and had no other choice.
All his years of suffering were in vain. His years of faith were shattered in an instant. He slowly knelt down, looking up at the sky and howling, but he could not hear his own voice.
He couldn't hear anything.
He only felt his throat dry, his vocal cords torn, and the smell of blood rising from his chest. He was clearly crying blood, but he couldn't hear it.
He waited for the purple venom to fall on his head and kill him instantly, but after waiting for a long time, nothing happened. He opened his eyes in confusion.
The ball of purple liquid that was rushing towards him had long disappeared, but the two men did not leave. They stood side by side at the window, looking out with solemn expressions, and no one knew what they were looking at.
——Ji Lingche had no intention of killing him, he just wanted to punish him. Before he could vent his anger, he suddenly heard the sound of sword winds in the distance and the clashing of swords. It was obvious that someone had started a fight!
She was shocked and ran to the window to look out.
Qu Wuji grabbed her wrist, his hand was cold and trembling: "Are you okay?"
Ji Lingche laughed and said, "This kind of minor poison is useless to me. After chewing the grass roots, the poison has been completely eliminated—"
She paused and looked into the distance intently.
Opposite the white jade building, there is a golden tower standing in the center of Yue Town, like a golden eagle spreading its wings. The golden tower is the center of the protective formation, guarding the entire Yue Town.
At this moment, there were two figures standing on the top of the tower, hacking at each other back and forth, each move was fatal, and it was obviously a life-and-death battle.
Ji Lingche frowned slightly, not daring to believe his eyes for a moment. After a long while, he said, "Linghu..."
"Didn't she leave? Why did she come back?!"
Qu Wuji's eyes had been fixed on her. Upon hearing this, he turned and looked over there. He couldn't help but be startled, and his voice turned cold: "Do you know who was the one who fought with the head of the Linghu family?"
Ji Lingche sneered and said, "Fu Yannian."
"Oh—" She seemed to remember something and continued, "Just now in front of the Yin residence, weren't there two people blowing whistles?"
"The first one is the young disciple of the Linghu family master, and the second one is a man in black. I was wondering why he looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who he was. The man in black must be Fu Yannian, there's no doubt about it."
Qu Wuji's tone was cold, and after a long while he said, "Isn't he already dead?"
Ji Lingche: "This man fell into the devil on the Golden Platform and jumped off the Immortal Execution Platform. He must have been rescued by Yin Su, and then he went into hiding. Later, he ran to the Imperial Mausoleum in Shangjing and engaged in some business with demons. He has already fought with me."
Qu Wuji looked at her with a serious expression: "Why didn't you tell me about this?"
Ji Lingche: "Hmm? Is Fu Yannian important? Why do you care about him so much?"
Qu Wuji breathed heavily: "Alan, when he fell into the devil, the one who fought him was me."
Ji Lingche turned to look at him: "So?"
Qu Wuji: "So, I suspect there might be something else behind his fall from grace—"
Before he could finish his words, at this moment, a green light appeared. Linghu Jin, who was at a disadvantage, suddenly leaped backwards. A green shadow fell from the sky, swung his sword fiercely, and with a "clang" sound, he blocked Fu Yannian's sword!
Seeing the reinforcements arrive, Linghu Jin quickly pulled away, jumped to the side, and said with a casual smile: "Brother Ye, you have to hold on, I'm exhausted--"
Ji Lingche raised his eyebrows: "Your junior brother?"
Qu Wu Ji was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Ye Qingchen suddenly appeared here.
I saw two figures fighting on the golden pagoda, with sword shadows flying everywhere, shaking the pagoda to the point of collapse.
Suddenly, someone at the foot of the tower said, "Master Linghu, why don't you help us fight?"
The voice was clear, cold, and a little lazy.
The voice came from far away. When Ji Lingche heard it, his eyes widened instantly and he murmured, "Yin Lanxin?"
Yin Lanxin was heard saying again from below the tower: "If Patriarch Linghu doesn't want to fight, come down. I have something to tell you."
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