Old acquaintance
At the foot of Jianfeng Mountain.
Ye Qingliu stood by the stream, with the man in black not far away. Both of them were waiting for Wen Zheng to appear.
The man in black wasn't surprised that Ye Qingliu had tricked Wen Zheng so quickly. Wen Zheng was always so foolish, so easily trusting of others. It was the same when they were digging for the sword bone, and it was the same now.
Ye Qingliu looked around anxiously and expectantly. As soon as Wen Zheng arrived, she would say that she was coerced into helping to deal with the men in black, and then deliver a fatal blow to Wen Zheng at the most crucial moment.
A mad light flashed in her eyes as she glanced at the man in black.
If it goes smoothly, I might be able to take him down too.
As she was thinking this, a figure walked up not far away; Wen Zheng had arrived.
She came alone, without any friends, and without any protective magic items on her.
Ye Qingliu smiled, inwardly mocking Wen Zheng's naivety, but on the surface she greeted her with a sincere smile: "Junior Sister Wen, you've arrived."
"Yes, Senior Sister, I'm here," Wen Zheng said. She had brought more than a dozen friends with her, ready to take them down if Wen Zheng dared to make a move.
The smiles on their faces were utterly fake. Ye Qingliu took Wen Zheng's hand and said, "Junior sister, come with me. I'll take you to see someone."
She pulled Wen Zheng to the man in black and said, "This is Wen Zheng."
She was hinting to the man in black to give her the antidote.
The man in black didn't even glance at her, staring intently at Wen Zheng, "It's been a long time, you haven't changed at all."
Wen Zheng: "?"
Who is this?
They spoke as if the two were very close.
"Fine, it's better if you can't remember. You should be glad you've avoided so much pain." The man in black said, drawing his sword.
Before the longsword could even pierce Wen Zheng, she had already retreated several feet away, clutching a large handful of talismans in her hand.
The man in black paused for a moment, his sharp eyes widening slightly, before continuing to thrust his longsword towards Wen Zheng.
His cultivation level was very high, and his moves were ruthless; every sword strike was aimed at Wen Zheng's lifeline.
Fortunately, Wen Zheng used the Wind Speed Talisman as soon as they met, and with her movement skills, she easily dodged more than ten rounds.
The man in black was unable to defeat Wen Zheng for a moment. His eyes were frighteningly dark, and his spiritual power surged instantly, sending a powerful pressure towards Wen Zheng.
Caught off guard, she was pinned to the ground by the oppressive force and unable to move.
"Having died once, you've become good at running, what a pity." The man in black sighed softly, raising his sword to stab Wen Zheng in the heart.
At the critical moment, the Taiqing Sword flew out from the shadows, interrupting the newcomer's actions.
Mu Qing appeared, followed by Lu Yun and her senior brothers. Some of them were holding communication stones, as if they were sending messages to someone.
Upon seeing so many people, the man in black's face darkened. Not wanting to reveal his identity and get entangled further, he formed his five fingers into claws and once again aimed at Wen Zheng's head.
Unable to move under the oppressive force, Wen Zheng had already used the Vajra Talisman on herself and secretly threw the Gravity Talisman onto the man in black.
Unfortunately, the Vajra Talisman only stopped the man in black for a second before being destroyed. Wen Zheng took advantage of the gap to roll away, dodging his attack, and even threw a Fiery Explosion Talisman.
The man in black didn't care about the small piece of paper thrown at him. He reached out and caught it. The talisman exploded, shattering the man in black's mask and revealing an old face to everyone.
As Wen Zheng looked at the person's face, a scene suddenly flashed through her mind. In the scene, she seemed to be a child, crying incessantly, and this person was holding a candied hawthorn and trying to comfort her.
The scene lasted only a short time; Wen Zheng only vaguely heard what the two were saying before she was pulled up.
"Don't get distracted." Mu Qing took out the Taiqing Sword and faced the man in black. The two fought back and forth.
Lu Yun walked over to Wen Zheng and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"
He looked like he was startled and hadn't quite come to his senses yet.
Wen Zheng shook her head, looked at the man in black, and tried to recall something.
While she was lost in thought, Ye Qingliu, who had been quietly standing to the side, approached her silently, holding a sword in his hand and pointing it at her heart.
"Go to hell, Wen Zheng!"
A venomous voice rang out, and Wen Zheng instinctively pushed Lu Yun away, dodging the fatal attack, but still managed to get a cut on her arm.
Lu Yun looked up and saw blood gushing from Wen Zheng's arm. He quickly asked his fellow disciples to hold Ye Qingliu down while he bandaged Wen Zheng's arm.
"Where did you come from, you lunatic?"
Such a vicious attack, including a sneak attack.
"Mind your own business." Ye Qingliu spat, glaring fiercely at Wen Zheng: "If you have the guts, kill me, otherwise I will definitely find a chance to kill you."
Her unfounded resentment startled Lu Yun, who took a step back and frowned as he asked, "What did you do to her?"
Such a deep grudge, it's a fight to the death.
Wen Zheng walked up to Ye Qingliu and said calmly, "Are you avenging Xiang Hutian? You were the one who spread those rumors before, weren't you?"
Upon hearing Xiang Hutian's name, Ye Qingliu glared at her fiercely, "You are not worthy to speak his name."
Seeing that she was completely unable to communicate, Wen Zheng sighed.
It's like getting a shock with a Five Thunder Talisman to calm someone down.
After listening to their conversation, Lu Yun asked, completely bewildered, "Why take action against Wen Zheng to avenge Xiang Hutian? Xiang Hutian's death had nothing to do with Wen Zheng."
Ye Qingliu also spat at Lu Yun's words, "Pah, you all went out together, so why were you all able to come back, but Xiang Hutian died in the Ghost Clan?"
Her resentment silenced Lu Yun for a moment before he revealed the truth: "Xiang Hutian had already been corrupted by ghostly energy when Wen Zheng arrived, and had become a puppet of the Crimson Moon Ghost General. In fact, we were captured because of him."
Ye Qingliu looked at her with disbelief, thinking that she was being lied to.
Lu Yun continued, "When Wen Zheng saw Xiang Hutian pretending to be unconscious, her first thought was to save him. As a result, she was seriously injured by Xiang Hutian and captured. At that time, Xiang Hutian's feet had been eaten away by insects, and he was already dead."
Lu Yun continued recounting the details of his time with the Ghost Clan, but Ye Qingliu pretended not to hear, muttering, "You're lying to me, you're lying to me..."
Seeing that she was stubborn and unrepentant, Lu Yun lost interest in communicating with her and asked his fellow disciples to take her to the Discipline Hall for the elders to deal with.
Mu Qing and the man in black also decided their battle, with the man in black retreating steadily, barely able to hold onto his sword, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to hold on.
"You are definitely not at the Nascent Soul stage; you are hiding your cultivation level." The man in black was panting heavily, his hands trembling.
Mu Qing lowered his eyes, and as he uttered his next sentence, the Taiqing Sword pierced through his chest.
After dealing with the men in black, Mu Qing looked at Wen Zheng and said, "He's dying. Ask me anything as soon as possible."
He had overheard their conversation clearly. This person knew Wen Zheng, yet he wanted to kill her—it was truly laughable.
Wen Zheng walked up to the man in black, who was lying on the ground, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth that she couldn't stop.
Wen Zheng crouched down and softly called out, "Uncle Shao?"
In my memory, she also called out this name.
The man in black's eyes flickered, and he asked, "You... you remember everything?"
“I have a vague recollection,” Wen Zheng said, drawing her short sword and thrusting it into his chest. “I remember your heart should be on the right side.”
The short sword easily pierced through the right side of the chest. The man in black shuddered, then stopped breathing completely.
Wen Zheng drew her sword, wiped away the blood, and carefully put it away. "Let's go." She strode off toward Aoxue Peak.
Mu Qing looked down at the lifeless man in black, then took his body to find the sect leader.
As for Wen Zheng, let her have some peace and quiet first.
Wen Zheng walked alone on the snow-covered stone steps, the only sound the falling snow in her ears. She lowered her eyes and thought about the scenes that flashed through her memory.
The man in black had a good relationship with her. Who ordered him to kill her?
The original owner of this body was clearly dead, so how did he know she was still alive and could find the Immortal Chasing Sect? Wen Zheng slightly raised her eyes, thinking of a possibility.
Soul Lamp.
The original owner's soul lamp was still lit. The person who dug out her sword bone, holding the original owner's soul lamp, knew that she was not dead, so he sent people to silence her.
Wen Zheng quickly dismissed this possibility. The Soul Lamp required a wisp of the original body's soul, and since she had transmigrated, her soul was completely different from the original body's.
How did the other party know that she was alive?
Lost in thought, Wen Zheng didn't notice a pair of eyes peeking out from a snowdrift not far away, staring at her.
As she walked up the mountain, the leopard silently followed behind her, leaving paw prints on the snow that looked incredibly lively and adorable.
On the other side, Mu Qing brought the man in black to see the sect leader. The two of them found no clues on the man in black. The sect leader sighed, "Those people are too cautious."
Not a single clue was left.
“As long as Wen Zheng is here, there is a chance.” Mu Qing disposed of the black-clad man’s body and said to the sect leader, “I want to take on a disciple on behalf of my master and announce Wen Zheng’s identity to the sect.”
It also serves as a message to some people that Wen Zheng is still alive.
The sect leader hesitated for a moment: "This is too unfair to her. Her cultivation is still in its early stages. If something like this happens again, there might be an accident."
“I know.” Mu Qing took out a storage bag. “I will announce this news in three months. During these three months, I will have Wen Zheng do her best to break through, and I will also teach her the Aoxue Sword Technique.”
In exchange.
The sect leader was surprised. He moved his lips as if to stop him, but in the end he changed his mind and said, "Whatever you want, just don't be too radical."
Mu Qing nodded.
On the snow-capped peak.
Wen Zheng and the leopard walked slowly, one after the other. Wen Zheng reached into her storage bag, took out a talisman, and threw it behind her.
The talisman moved with incredible speed, landing on the leopard's beautiful fur and charring it black. The leopard let out a miserable cry and glared angrily at Wen Zheng, "You human cultivator, how dare you launch a sneak attack!"
They even burned his beautifully groomed fur, which infuriated him.
"A demon?" Wen Zheng realized what was going on when she heard the leopard speak human language. "What are you trying to do by infiltrating the sect?"
The talismans in her hands floated around her, unfolding in various forms, silently threatening the leopard.
"You think I'm afraid of you?" The leopard took a step back, its thick tail standing upright, its pupils fixed on Wen Zheng. The next second, it charged at Wen Zheng, its sharp claws about to strike her face.
Wen Zheng dodged aside and threw out a Five Thunder Rain-Summoning Talisman. Lightning mixed with rainwater, making the leopard howl. The water on its body quickly froze solid in the cold weather.
The sudden appearance of ice slowed the leopard's movements. He impatiently flicked his tail and turned to bite the ice on his body.
Taking advantage of his lowered head, Wen Zheng threw out a talisman that immobilized the leopard, leaving it rooted to the spot and unable to move.
Having easily dealt with the leopard, Wen Zheng's heavy mood eased a bit. She took out a rope, preparing to tie the leopard up and send it to the sect leader.
The moment her rope wrapped around the leopard's front paws, its sharp claws gripped her hands, and the leopard opened its mouth to bite Wen Zheng.
"Hehe, you didn't expect that, did you? I was just pretending."
With a flick of his wrist, the leopard shattered all the ice on his body, revealing his cultivation level, which he had been trying so hard to conceal, to Wen Zheng. "If I wasn't worried about being discovered, I wouldn't have suppressed my cultivation and tolerated a little cultivator like you attacking me."
His tail flicked gently, creating several large craters in the ground.
Wen Zheng looked at the size of the pit, then at her own small frame, and fell silent.
They definitely couldn't win in a fight. Aoxue Peak was too remote. The best way was to run towards the sect's main hall, but the leopard was blocking their way, and it seemed to have seen through their thoughts.
Without a second thought, Wen Zheng turned and ran. She used her flying swiftness to its fullest extent, returning to the mountaintop in the blink of an eye.
As she ran, she kept looking back, with the leopard chasing closely behind, teasing its prey and occasionally scratching her with its claws.
Wen Zheng could only keep increasing her speed, her spiritual energy circulating rapidly in her dantian, her figure tumbling across the rooftop.
Before she could come up with a solution, the leopard had already gotten tired of playing and walked past her to a stop.
"You're a fast runner, but I have urgent business to attend to, so I'm not playing with you anymore."
After saying that, he opened his mouth wide, and flames spewed out, burning in a circle around Wen Zheng and igniting the area beneath her feet. Surrounded by the flames, Wen Zheng calmly stared at the leopard.
Seeing that she showed no fear, the leopard tilted its head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the fire I breathe is impossible to extinguish. It burns very quickly, so you won't suffer too much when you die."
Wen Zheng dodged the approaching flames, took out a cotton quilt and threw it out. She followed closely behind, pressed down on the quilt, rushed out of the flames, rolled a few times on the ground and stopped. The quilt was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
The leopard flicked its tail in annoyance, jumped off the roof, intending to deal with Wen Zheng personally, but unexpectedly saw a smile on Wen Zheng's lips.
"What are you laughing at?" the leopard asked, puzzled.
Wen Zheng pointed to the house engulfed in flames and reminded him, "Mu Qing, do you know? You burned his house down."
Given the other party's petty nature, the leopard is doomed.
The leopard stopped and sat down on the spot, thinking for a moment.
He had inquired before coming to the Immortal Pursuit Sect and heard that this Mu Qing was very powerful and was a disciple of the Qingling Daoist he was looking for.
The leopard glanced at the almost completely burned house, paused for a moment, then turned to run, a sword standing behind him.
"Demon race, how dare you provoke the immortal sect!" The sect leader, holding a magical artifact, angrily addressed the leopard.
Mu Qing recalled the Taiqing Sword, glanced at the house that had been burned to the ground, and laughed out loud, but the laughter had a chilling quality to it.
The leopard swallowed hard, its fur standing on end. "I...I'm just passing by, I won't bother you any longer."
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