Many times I really wish I could have a bowl of Meng Po soup, forget my past life and be reincarnated to be a new person, but unfortunately, after being a vengeful ghost for so long, even this is a luxury!
Even if I wanted to remain quietly enshrined within the painting, I couldn't, because I never knew when I would be disturbed. Why is it so hard to be a human, and so hard to be a demon or monster?
Why? ? ?
The emotional fluctuations of the person in the painting can affect the world within the painting. The sky in Ji Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly changed from clear to gloomy, and soon dark clouds spread out. He was slightly taken aback. Was this a prelude to attack him?
Good. This way, facing the opponent head-on, you can find their weaknesses and have a chance to break through. Otherwise, being stuck here will only be detrimental to you.
Suddenly, he felt the air moving and then gradually gathering around him. It was the wind! Ji Xiaoyao immediately looked into the distance and saw several tornadoes spinning beneath the dark clouds, approaching him. The tornadoes came from all directions, carrying a destructive force.
Ji Xiaoyao paused slightly. Was this girl going to die with him?
To be honest, Ji Xiaoyao didn't really want to devour a girl with a tragic fate. Besides, he was a picky eater and wouldn't eat just anything. He preferred Xing Tian's pure and innocent soul, rather than someone filled with resentment who would have a negative impact on him after being eaten.
Unfortunately, a soul like Xing Tian's is rare and hard to come by, and now that we're fellow disciples, there's even less chance!
The black sword in Ji Xiaoyao's hand immediately appeared, carrying him straight towards the dark clouds in the sky. The tornadoes on the ground also gathered together, turning from countless to one, and the whole world was being churned up by wind and clouds.
Even within the clouds, there was no safety. The howling wind and churning clouds collided violently, drawing out lightning. Resentment and malevolent energy rose and merged alternately. Then, it seemed as if a giant black dragon, carrying the power of lightning, fiercely attacked Ji Xiaoyao.
Amidst the howling wind, Ji Xiaoyao remained unmoved, his face as still as water. Suddenly, the black sword in his hand transformed into a long spear, and in the next second, he leaped forward. This was the first time in all his years as a ghost that he had been forced to use a long spear.
If that were all, it would be fine. The black dragon composed of resentment and malevolent energy had no physical form. It was immediately dispersed by a single shot, but then quickly reassembled and continued its roaring attack, locked in a fierce struggle with Ji Xiaoyao amidst the illusions of reality and illusion.
This was the first time Ji Xiaoyao had encountered such a troublesome opponent, but it did not affect his mind. The experience he had accumulated over the years of fighting life and death on the battlefield and surviving among ghosts after death was not in vain. On the contrary, he needed to be calm and composed, especially in such situations.
In a flash, Ji Xiaoyao suddenly remembered the sword technique Shang Lin had used with tree branches. The spear in his hand suddenly turned back into a black sword and went straight for the dragon's head.
This time, the black dragon actually took physical form. It was slashed open by the black sword, and its malevolent aura and resentment instantly diminished by three-tenths. Then came a painful yet furious roar, a roar that sounded like both a cat and a tiger.
Ji Xiaoyao immediately realized that this was the kitten; over the years, it had become more easily demonized than the girl. After all, humans and animals are different; human thoughts are too complex, and there are too many entanglements, so…
Whether it's cultivation or demonization, the speed will inevitably be affected and become slower, while animals are much simpler and can almost always move forward.
Even so, Ji Xiaoyao did not let his guard down and continued to wield the black sword in his hand. However, the sword was not as powerful as the first one because his opponent had changed his tactics in response to the situation.
At this moment, Ji Xiaoyao felt that this was not the cat, but more like a human. So, were the two taking turns, or... had they merged into one? If it was the former, that would be fine, but if it was the latter, that would be a bit troublesome.
Ji Xiaoyao's expression remained unchanged, but he quickened the pace of his swordplay. He wanted to finish the battle quickly, as dragging it out would do him no good.
There's a saying that goes, "Even a mighty dragon can't suppress a local snake." Ji Xiaoyao is now maintaining a delicate balance in someone else's home turf in a different way.
Just when neither side could break this delicate balance, a crack suddenly appeared in the dark sky, and resentment and malevolent energy quickly leaked out. Then the crack grew larger and larger as the autumn sunlight shone in.
Ji Xiaoyao rushed towards the sunlight in an instant, with a huge cat paw behind him, grabbing at him like it was about to catch a mouse that was about to escape. But halfway there, it was swept away by a cold and smooth tail.
Ji Xiaoyao immediately fell into a shadow, his body sizzling and burning, but he quickly stopped. The scroll was quickly rolled up and held in She Jinxing's hand. Then he grabbed the person next to him and disappeared from the spot.
Shang Lin was still in his evening class when She Jinxing and Ji Xiaoyao appeared in his dormitory. Ji Xiaoyao was scorched by the sun and his appearance had deteriorated to the way he looked when he died in battle.
The man in armor was covered in blood, his face unrecognizable, yet he stood on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, supported by a broken spear, before dying from multiple arrow wounds...
As a demon cultivator, She Jinxing felt no emotional fluctuation upon seeing Ji Xiaoyao like this, such as fear. He simply couldn't understand some of the human behaviors he was talking about...
What could possibly drive someone to such a death?
Ji Xiaoyao remained calm and even said to She Jinxing, "Thank you."
“No need.” She Jinxing told the truth. “It was the sect leader who sent me to find you. I only used the sunlight to resolve the issue as quickly as possible. I apologize for my oversight.”
"It's alright, that bit of sunlight won't cause me any real harm, it'll just have a slight effect." Ji Xiaoyao didn't care, but he didn't want Qiu Niang to see him like this.
After a brief conversation, the two fell silent again. Ji Xiaoyao was not a talkative person, and She Jinxing didn't know what to say to him, so he could only wait silently for Shang Lin to finish class.
However, just as Shang Lin was about to enter the dormitory, they all disappeared again. There was nothing they could do; the sect leader wasn't alone, and there were ordinary humans around him as well.
Shang Lin is now in the third year of junior high school. The course has been almost finished, and he is basically doing a lot of practice problems and taking exams. Then the teacher will give targeted explanations, which is very boring.
In Xing Tian's words, "Humans are all about pushing themselves to the limit; they'll push themselves to the limit as long as they don't die from it." Shang Lin was very accepting of this, especially since the only subject he needed to push himself to the limit was foreign languages.
So her foreign language scores improved with every exam, which shocked her foreign language teacher, who directly asked Shang Lin, "Who tutored you? Can you introduce them to the teacher?"
Shang Lin chuckled sheepishly, saying that was really impossible, and simply added, "He's not from our county; he's already gone home."
"Really?" the foreign language teacher said with particular regret. "That's such a pity."
Hehe, Shang Lin chuckled inwardly, "Teacher, please don't overthink it. It's really not a single bit of a pity."
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