Chapter 8, or... maybe get a kiss from Ji Fuguang...
Miscalculation!
Ji Fuguang is too smart and too perceptive; this little trick can't fool him at all!
Sheng Zhiyi regretfully pulled away, only to see that the countdown in her mind had already changed to 03:09:16.
He wished he could transform into a shameless gold digger, pull out a large sum of money, and throw it hard on the ground, saying, "Beauty, don't move, let me touch you!"
Unfortunately, it was all just her fantasy.
In reality, Sheng Zhiyi glanced longingly at Ji Fuguang's well-defined fingers and apologized repeatedly:
"I was startled when I first heard that sound. I was naturally not as calm and composed as my senior brother when facing the enemy. I hope I didn't disturb him?"
Holding the longsword, Sheng Zhiyi reluctantly withdrew her gaze, took a few steps forward, and extended the tip of the sword to shut down the mechanism of the continuously making-out puppet bird.
This puppet bird is carved from wood. Its wings are broken and its colors have faded. Only from the half-retained beak can one vaguely discern that it was once a parrot.
Its core divine power is weak, emitting a dim white light. It will make a sound as long as someone approaches it.
Upon reaching this point, the difference is already quite noticeable.
This is the heart of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, a crucial battlefield from the ancient war between gods and demons ten thousand years ago. The quantity and strength of the various lost weapons here are an explosive increase compared to the places we just passed.
The divine and magical power inherent in the weapons would occasionally collide violently, generating intense sword energy that shot out and echoed in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, triggering even more sword energy that would relentlessly annihilate each other.
It is truly an extremely dangerous place; if one is not careful while walking there, one will be injured by sword energy.
Sheng Zhiyi took down the puppet bird, feeling inexplicably moved.
Judging from the marks on the puppet bird, it was left by a member of the Protoss race before his death, in an attempt to repel the attackers and prevent them from being accidentally killed.
This reveals the purest and most benevolent heart of the gods.
Ten thousand years ago, the demon race wreaked havoc on humankind. They were cruel and brutal, treating mortals like livestock and subjecting them to wanton cruelty. Even worse, some, in order to test their magical skills, slaughtered hundreds of villages and towns in a single night. The blood flowed into the rivers, turning them crimson, an event known in history as the "Blood River Calamity."
Although the human cultivators tried their best to resist, their inherent nature was not pure, and the demonic energy could amplify their desires, causing them to fall into demonic ways. In addition, the cultivation world was leaderless, while the demon race followed the Demon Lord's lead and had a clear strategy for advancing and retreating. Naturally, they were defeated one after another.
Seeing the demons becoming increasingly arrogant, the gods, who had been in seclusion for many years, emerged.
The gods are proud and aloof, and they don't concern themselves with worldly affairs. For a long time, the cultivation world regarded them as a vague and ethereal legend.
The gods and demons fought for a long time. In the final great war between the gods and demons, not a single member of the gods survived, and the demons were completely sealed away.
It is said that the Demon Lord's last words were a curse:
"Ten thousand years later, at the peak of frost and snow. Day and night reverse, celestial stars flow backward. The Demon Lord descends upon the world, and the demon race is revived."
However... saying such things is like a villain shouting "I will definitely come back" every time he is defeated; not shouting it would make him lose face.
Sheng Zhiyi confirmed that this was just a background story in the novel, and the Demon Lord never appeared until she finished reading the whole book.
"Junior Sister is truly kind-hearted, even showing pity for the puppet bird." Ji Fuguang walked slowly over, lowered his eyes, and looked at Sheng Zhiyi's actions, his tone gentle.
Sheng Zhiyi closed the eyes of the little bird carving and put it into her storage bag. Hearing this, she looked up and smiled, "I was just afraid that the noise would disturb Senior Brother's peace of mind..."
Her eyes suddenly lit up, sparkling like shattered stars, and she quickly and solicitously pulled out a handkerchief. "Senior brother, you've been walking for so long, it's so damp here, let me wipe it for you?"
Before Ji Fuguang could speak, the handkerchief had already been used to wipe Ji Fuguang's fingers, and he took the opportunity to touch them.
Ji Fuguang was clearly very uncomfortable with this kind of contact. As soon as Sheng Zhiyi's fingers brushed against the back of his hand, he quickly used his spiritual power to push Sheng Zhiyi's arm away.
But it doesn't matter.
Sheng Zhiyi readily accepted the offer and put the handkerchief back, smiling as she looked at Ji Fuguang, waiting for the system's notification in her mind.
However, her face was already stiff from smiling, and the notification that the mission was complete had not yet been heard.
Only the countdown characters continued to tick relentlessly: 02:43:29.
What exactly is intimate contact? Does touching hands no longer count?
Sheng Zhiyi was filled with grief, indignation, and helplessness, and cried out loudly in her mind:
System, touching hands is really intimate. Who would touch a stranger's hand for no reason, System? System?
No matter how Sheng Zhiyi called out, there was still no response.
"Junior Sister, given the current situation... how about I go ahead and walk?" Ji Fuguang said softly, smiling as he looked at Sheng Zhiyi.
Sheng Zhiyi focused her attention on the scene before her.
Spiritual energy and demonic energy clashed and clashed, swirling wildly in the air without any discernible pattern. The divine power in the arrow had already damaged Ji Fuguang's sword, and she knew her small frame was no match for the sword's strength.
"Excellent!" Sheng Zhiyi nodded quickly, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling as she looked at Ji Fuguang and began to shower him with compliments, "Everyone in the Tianyan Sect knows that Senior Brother's cultivation is truly admirable, and his movement techniques are also first-rate. I am rather ignorant and inexperienced, so please let Senior Brother demonstrate his skills in this situation."
She consciously stepped back, giving the front seat to Ji Fuguang.
“Since that’s the case…” Ji Fuguang pondered for a moment and slowly said, “Then Junior Sister, please follow me. However…”
Sheng Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, then tightened again. She asked in surprise, "Just what?"
"It's a real pity that Junior Sister couldn't show her talent," Ji Fuguang said, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of regret in his voice.
"Of course, of course!" Sheng Zhiyi was overjoyed. "When I have the chance, I will definitely protect my senior brother!"
So her actions did have some effect; her relationship with Ji Fuguang improved as a result!
Ji Fuguang seemed to have not expected her reaction. He glanced at her with his phoenix eyes and turned to step into the battle.
Even without a sword in his hand, Ji Fuguang remained composed amidst the swirling sword energy.
Amidst the ruins of the battlefield, various sword energies clashed, yet he always managed to find a sliver of space in what seemed like a hopeless situation and proceed with ease.
Sheng Zhiyi lifted the hem of her skirt and followed closely behind him, not daring to be distracted for even a moment.
She glanced fearfully at the black trim on the hem of her skirt. She had only fallen half a step behind when she was attacked by a sword aura that had turned. Fortunately, she lunged forward, and the sword aura only pierced the hem of her skirt.
Ji Fuguang turned around upon hearing the voice, his tone gentle and refined: "Junior Sister, I forgot to remind you earlier that the sword energy here is unpredictable. If you can't keep up with me, you might be pierced through the chest in the next second. Please be careful."
Sheng Zhiyi's heart was in her throat, but she still managed to squeeze out a thank you: "Thank you for reminding me, Senior Brother."
You should have said so sooner!
Forget it, there's no point in saying it earlier!
Sheng Zhiyi swallowed the pill under her tongue, focused all her attention, and stared intently at Ji Fuguang's shoes, following his footsteps closely.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ji Fuguang suddenly stopped. Sheng Zhiyi was unable to stop in time, and her nose bumped into Ji Fuguang's back, causing a sharp pain.
Holding her nose, Sheng Zhiyi was enraged by the pain and looked up to demand, "What are you doing...?"
She looked up and immediately understood why Ji Fuguang had stopped.
This is a dead end.
They reached the end of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.
Legend has it that the battlefield of the war between gods and demons contained two top-tier weapons of the gods and demons, but we have seen nothing along the way and have now reached the end.
Clearly, either their path was wrong, but there was only one path in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, and no other.
Then there is only one possibility left.
This is not a dead end, but rather an organic lock that prevents us from moving forward.
Ji Fuguang reached out and touched the cliff face in front of him. The cliff face was solid, clearly not an illusion.
He turned his face slightly, his gaze deep and fixed on Sheng Zhiyi's sparkling eyes.
"Junior Sister, what are your thoughts?"
Forget about profound insights, I can't even offer my humble opinions, because doing so would reveal that I know some secrets of the heavens.
Sheng Zhiyi shook her head honestly and advised, "Senior brother, since there's no danger here for now, let's stay here and make plans slowly."
Having just escaped danger, Sheng Zhiyi immediately checked the mission countdown: 01:45:27.
There's only a little over an hour left; we must find a way to complete the task.
She looked around at her surroundings, pondering how she could get closer to Ji Fuguang.
They were in a narrow, safe space on the edge of a cliff; one step ahead lay a battlefield of sword energy clashing between gods and demons.
Sheng Zhiyi pressed her back against the cliff face and slowly moved toward Ji Fuguang.
Holding hands won't work, so how about a hug?
But since the task of embracing has already been announced, it doesn't feel like it will be that simple.
According to the pattern of the tasks released by this strategy system, each task is a step up from the previous one.
Sheng Zhiyi suddenly thought of a possibility, and her mind went completely blank for a moment.
Could the strategy system be trying to make her...?
How about touching Ji Fuguang's face, or... getting a kiss from Ji Fuguang?
Sheng Zhiyi couldn't help but shudder. How could such a task possibly be completed!
Ji Fuguang is a good person. He didn't say anything when we held hands or hugged.
But if it's a kiss, that's not something you can just brush off with a few words.
Is she really going to imitate those cheesy novels she's read before, where she starts by drugging someone...?
How terrifying!
Sheng Zhiyi shook her head violently. She couldn't really go down the path of a lustful monster! She had to find a way!
As she was pondering this, she suddenly heard a commotion.
Turning her head, Sheng Zhiyi's eyes widened, her voice trembling:
"Senior brother! What are you doing?!"
The safe zone they were in was very narrow. She clung tightly to the cliff face, while Ji Fuguang stood at the edge, raising his palm and releasing spiritual energy outwards.
Attracted by his spiritual power, weapons from the battlefield of gods and demons flew in continuously.
In mid-air, divine power and white light intertwined, and hundreds of weapons formed a huge circular vortex, more than three meters in diameter, which kept rotating and undulating. In the distance, some longswords flew over one after another, making the vortex even bigger.
The sword tips were all pointed at them in unison. The sunlight fell on them, and an overwhelming pressure was immediately apparent, like a huge shadow looming over them, leaving them no room to escape.
"Senior brother, what's wrong? You've given up on life just because you can't find a way out for now? We can always turn back!"
Sheng Zhiyi's face fell, but Ji Fuguang chuckled softly:
"Junior Sister, you are mistaken. How could it be that we can't find a way out? Isn't that exactly what I'm looking for?"
"What?!" Sheng Zhiyi looked at him in shock.
Ji Fuguang suddenly released his spiritual power and took two steps back.
With a deafening roar, the longsword, like a ferocious beast that has caught the scent of blood, unleashed a barrage of arrows, hurtling towards the two of them.
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