Chapter 85 The Mad Ancestor: What if I could satisfy you?
What? Ji Mingran was confused and didn't understand what Yu Tianxing meant.
Yu Tianxing noticed her confusion and simply smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. For you," he lowered his voice, "it's not an important matter anyway."
With slender fingers, he used a handkerchief to wipe her face clean and then began to straighten her messy hair.
Yu Tianxing moved with practiced ease, and in no time he had untangled Ji Mingran's messy, knotted black hair and tied it up again.
The girl had a serene expression, and her eyes, set in her fair face, were clear and bright, without a trace of murderous intent.
If it weren't for the scarlet bloodstains on her clothes, who would have thought that the frail and bright young girl in front of them had just killed nearly a hundred cultivators?
With a slight twitch of his fingertips, Yu Tianxing instantly wiped away the bloodstains from his clothes, leaving them smooth and shiny as new.
He looked at the girl in front of him with satisfaction.
She was so clean and tidy that no one would ever discover her true nature.
This is his inner demon.
That's good, this is his inner demon.
Centuries have passed, but the memories of the past have not been erased by time. The Soul-Devouring Array destroyed not only his bones and blood but also his consciousness.
Unbearable memories resurfaced and magnified repeatedly, revealing every detail he had previously overlooked, tormenting his heart day and night.
His world was devoid of light, and the world shown to him by the trials of his inner demons was the same; the people and scenery were all black and white and silent.
When a person is in this state, all five senses are lost, and their perception of time becomes blurred.
It felt like an eternity had passed, so long that he found it incredibly boring to stay there, so long that he lost patience and began to contemplate ending his own life.
He wandered through the streets when suddenly a large crowd surged toward one place, and he followed them.
The ruthless young woman fought her way out of the surging crowd.
It came into his field of vision.
A splash of color suddenly appeared in the black and white world.
It was a blood-red, deep red, almost black color draped over the girl's body.
The inner demon trial clearly demonstrates the significance of Ji Mingran to him.
Then her inner demons appeared: the girl raised a knife and killed herself.
It wanted to tell him that if his own interests were involved, Ji Mingran would not hesitate to abandon him and kill him.
He will eventually be betrayed by the person he trusts most.
Inner demons originate from the unbearable shadows deep in one's memory, reflecting the obsessions that one cannot let go of.
but.
Yu Tianxing smiled slightly, picked up a strand of hair that had fallen onto Ji Mingran's sleeve, and said softly, "That's good now."
But it doesn't matter. Yu Tianxing stared intently at the girl's face with his dark eyes, imprinting her skin, features, and expression into his mind and engraving them into his consciousness.
If it's her, then it doesn't matter, whether she betrays me or kills me.
He would always stand by her side and do everything for her.
Ji Mingran stood there, not daring to move for a long time. Half of her hand was still inside Yu Tianxing's waist and abdomen, and she was worried that the slightest movement would cause him more pain.
But he acted as if nothing was wrong, fiddling with this and that for himself.
But he's always been like this; whenever he sees her, he can't help but tease her.
He guessed she was a bit of a germaphobe. Ji Mingran thought.
But now was not the time for his obsessive-compulsive disorder to surface. Ji Mingran looked worried. "What's a little mess on my part? What about your injuries? My array techniques are currently restricted, so I can't help you recover. Do you have any medicine with you?"
"Yes." Yu Tianxing's voice was deep, and a small square box appeared in his palm. "I received a Healing Pill. Its quality isn't as good as the one you gave me back then, but it's still a rare item. It was a little unclean, but I've cleaned it up."
"Take it." Yu Tianxing stuffed the pill into her hand holding the sword.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Ji Mingran was holding the sword tightly and couldn't let go, so he had no choice but to push the wooden box back into Yu Tianxing's palm.
A large, cold hand closed her palm.
"The injuries you sustained at the last checkpoint are almost healed. As for this one, look." Yu Tianxing gestured for her to lower her head.
Ji Mingran then realized that the warm, damp sensation was gradually fading. She blankly unfurled her tightly clenched fingers.
The fingertips touched flesh, but there was no sensation whatsoever.
The body in front of him became illusory, and the fist that had been inserted into his waist and abdomen was easily pulled out without any resistance.
Ji Mingran waved his hand gently, his five fingers passing through Yu Tianxing's body as if piercing through the air.
Ji Mingran parted his lips slightly: "And this is it again?"
"We met because of our overlapping inner demons. Now that the inner demons have been broken, we should each return to our rightful place. The injury just now was nothing but an illusion. Don't worry. Here, take the medicine." Yu Tianxing smiled and took a step back, disappearing before she could catch up.
It was exactly on time, down to the second. Ji Mingran held the medicine box, his expression helpless.
Knowing she didn't want to take it, they probably timed it perfectly so they could give her the pills and make it impossible for her to return them, right?
As Ji Mingran placed the medicine into the brocade pouch, the scenery around him began to distort and reset.
The cultivator who had been half-killed and remained motionless was getting further and further away from her. The mountains of corpses and rivers of blood were receding and receding. The wind was howling in her ears, and the scene was detached from reality and the world was turning upside down.
But then an untimely jeer rang out: "Oh my, look who's here!"
As the sound rang out, the scenery changed, and Ji Mingran found himself inside a cave.
The nine-story wooden pagoda stands upside down, its body adorned with intricate and ornate reliefs. The hollow spiral staircases in the middle of the floors float and switch, leading to rows of densely packed bookshelves on each floor. The bookshelves are so tall and full that they are overflowing with books and magical artifacts.
Ji Mingran looked around in surprise.
The pavilions were magnificent and grand, but she visited this place day after day, so she couldn't possibly fail to recognize that it was the treasure cave of the Dingsheng Sect.
This should be said to be the peak version of the treasure cave; the treasure cave of today doesn't have so many magical artifacts.
How did she end up here? Shouldn't she have left after passing the trial of her inner demons?
As Ji Mingran pondered this, he randomly pulled a book from the bookshelf.
The pages were completely blank. Ji Mingran picked up another book, and it was still completely blank.
"What are you looking at? How dare a useless disciple like you look at these things? You won't even know how you died later." An angry shout came from behind.
Ji Mingran turned around.
A disheveled young man, dressed in a loose robe and barefoot, stood with his arms crossed, looking at her impatiently.
The man was handsome, but his eyes were filled with hostility. He looked her up and down with his narrow, sharp eyes, and clicked his tongue: "My direct descendant, is this all?"
Ji Mingran immediately recognized the man's identity from his voice and attitude.
She had heard this voice when she received the inheritance of the Realm Array in the Treasure Cave.
The founding ancestor of Luang Phong, her mad ancestor, when she ascended the peak.
Ji Mingran clearly remembered the voice of his ancestor and the words he left behind. In short, he was eccentric and not quite normal.
His own spirit is currently incessantly expressing his dissatisfaction.
"After waiting so long, I've finally found someone who can help me break through the trial quickly, and it's even my grand-disciple. I was initially quite interested, but now..." Ascending the peak, he made no attempt to hide his disappointment. "It's just Foundation Establishment. You should be sixteen by now, right?"
Ji Mingran nodded.
His face contorted instantly, filled with rage: "My direct descendant, this is it?!"
"Sixteen years to reach Foundation Establishment!" Deng Shifeng wailed. "Those dark circles under your eyes are really big. You must have worked very hard. Ugh, you worked so hard to reach Foundation Establishment. Such a waste! You made me happy for nothing. I should have known better than to come out and see you!"
"My treasure cave, waaaaaah, my treasure cave is definitely gone." Deng Feng inexplicably started wiping away tears. "With this level of skill, the Realm Formation is bound to fail, and the treasure cave is definitely gone."
Hey, this old Deng is a bit crazy, but he actually knows how to talk.
Ji Mingran: "Indeed, there's none left." It was all swept up by Boss Jiang.
"You!" Shi Feng jumped up, his hair standing on end: "Your ancestor has been ascended for so many years, can't you even say a few words to comfort an old man?"
Ji Mingran waved his hand: "An honest person doesn't lie."
"Where did this idiot come from?" He was even more annoyed when he reached the summit: "So stupid and clumsy, how could this guy even get into my Luanfeng?"
He squinted: "The Mirror Formation is long gone, isn't it?"
The Realm Array is a flawed protective array created during the ascension to the peak, and its flaws can only be repaired by disciples with high cultivation levels on Luan Peak.
If the disciples' cultivation level falls behind, the formation will be finished.
It fully reflects the ancestors' concern for the cultivation of their descendants, and is full of wicked humor.
Before Ji Mingran could respond, Deng Fengshi made a definitive statement: "He's definitely gone. Someone like you is definitely gone."
He sighed to the sky, "I told Yi Yi that no matter what you do with sect infrastructure, each generation is worse than the last and it won't last long. No wonder there's one that doesn't even show the slightest sign of passing the trial; it's so inferior."
One by one, Ji Mingran searched for this name in his memory.
If she wasn't mistaken, she was referring to Ling Yi, the founding sect leader of the Dingsheng Sect.
"Just laying the foundation, just laying the foundation, I can't even imagine it." He was still muttering to himself as he climbed to the summit.
Old Deng seems quite dissatisfied with her. He really isn't quite right in the head.
The criticism wasn't limited to her; it extended to the entire sect: "Terrible, absolutely terrible. The fact that someone like you could pass the sect entrance competition shows that the entire sect's level has plummeted."
Ji Mingran was puzzled. Before participating in the competition, Yuan Liu had never mentioned that he would encounter his crazy ancestor at the Spiritual Cultivation Competition.
How did he suddenly appear?
Ji Mingran inquired, "Ancestor, have you never met any of our sect's other disciples?"
As he reached the summit, he gave her a sidelong glance and said, "These labyrinthine challenges are different every time. I only left a trace of my divine consciousness here."
He casually pulled a wooden, die-shaped object from the nearest bookshelf and twisted it forcefully as if exhaling a sigh of relief.
"We agreed with Yi Yi to play a game together. She would set up the mechanisms in the attic, and I would add the illusionary formation. We agreed to leave a trace of our divine consciousness together, but she ran away. No wonder she ran away. I guess she met you useless people before I did and got so angry that she ran away."
Ji Mingran raised an eyebrow. Sect Master Yuan Liu had never mentioned that the Spiritual Cultivation Competition also contained the divine consciousness of the first sect master of the Dingsheng Sect.
Perhaps only disciples of Luanfeng will have the opportunity to encounter the divine consciousness of the Luanfeng Ancestor, and the chance of triggering it is relatively high. However, the founding sect master is open to all disciples of Dingsheng Sect, so the chance of triggering it should be even higher.
Dingsheng Sect has not participated in the Spiritual Cultivation Competition for nearly three hundred years. If Ling Yi truly harbors a wisp of spiritual consciousness in this competition, it is impossible for the Dingsheng Sect disciples who participated in the competition in the past not to encounter him.
So, Old Deng wasn't fooled by Ling Yi?
As he thought about it, Ji Mingran's gaze unconsciously revealed sympathy.
Deng Feng, who was still venting his frustrations, suddenly noticed and asked warily, "What? What did you think of?"
"No." It was better not to say, so Ji Mingran shook his head and changed the subject, "Is the Ancestor dissatisfied with me?"
"Otherwise what? Haven't I been clear enough?" Deng Feng exaggeratedly scanned Ji Mingran up and down again. "You need to confirm this too?"
Ji Mingran ignored his reaction and calmly said, "What if I can satisfy you?"
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