Chapter 9 Chapter 9 What about pinching cheeks and lips? Try them all...
Sheng Zhiyi was still in shock, staring blankly at her surroundings.
Just moments before, when a barrage of arrows rained down, Ji Fuguang pulled her into a ditch to hide.
The first longsword pierced straight into the cliff face, producing a thunderous roar.
With the second long sword about to strike and his life hanging by a thread, Ji Fuguang decisively swept through the dust and smoke and rushed into the hollow cavern carved by the first long sword.
His dodges were extremely skillful, light and swift. Sheng Zhiyi was so startled by his grip on her arm that she dared not breathe loudly.
Ji Fuguang used several long swords to repeatedly chisel through the cliff face until the last wave finally broke through a small hole, and the last sword fell helplessly to the ground.
The precision of their timing and the accuracy of their distance control left Sheng Zhiyi with a sense of unease:
Could Ji Fuguang be the original author?!
The two stepped inside the cliff face. The space was narrow and simple, clearly hastily constructed.
After a long silence, Sheng Zhiyi finally couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother... how did you know there was another space behind the cliff?"
She remembered clearly that in the original book, Ji Fuguang was forced back by Wan Jian and could not leave, so he could only wait bitterly.
At midnight, the moon shone on the mountain cliffs. Ji Fuguang felt something and, gazing at the moon's reflection, opened the mechanism.
Readers believe that the image of the bright moon shining from afar indirectly highlights Ji Fuguang's noble character, which is as pure as the moonlight. This is considered one of the most memorable scenes in the book.
It's still hard for Sheng Zhiyi to believe that it was broken by such a violent method.
Of course, this could also be considered a memorable scene.
After all, no one else could do such a direct, brutal, and exquisite technique.
Compared to the ethereal, cold moonlight, the simultaneous firing of ten thousand swords is far more breathtaking.
Sheng Zhiyi touched her head to make sure it was still firmly attached to her neck.
Ji Fuguang turned his face, his smile gentle and warm, like a spring breeze. "I haven't seen two peerless divine weapons along the way, so I guess they're hidden here. As for how to break them... it's just a trick."
As expected of the male lead, he is not arrogant or complacent at all.
The space here was not large. After walking a few steps, the two saw two divine weapons clashing against each other on the altar.
One longsword radiated a divine white light, its blade flowing like a clear stream, within which five-colored light could be faintly seen. The other was not a longsword commonly used in the cultivation world, but a folding fan, with ebony bones and a gold-flecked fan surface. The fan was surrounded by wisps of demonic energy, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be divine or spiritual energy, dazzling the eye.
A weapon naturally adept at disguise.
Ji Fuguang looked up at the folding fan with a deep and focused gaze, clearly wanting to take it away. However, the two weapons were fighting each other, emitting a powerful pressure. The chaotic gale formed by the clash between divine power and demonic energy swirled on the stone platform. If anyone dared to approach, they would inevitably be attacked indiscriminately, or even die on the spot.
At this moment, Sheng Zhiyi's spiritual power was weak, and the pressure was even greater. She felt a tightness in her chest and could hardly breathe.
Ji Fuguang seemed to glance at her, and Sheng Zhiyi quickly said:
"Senior brother, you go and get the sword yourself. My strength is meager, and even if it recognizes a master, I'm afraid I won't be able to control the spirit within it."
Seeing the treasure, you still think about the others in your group. Ji Fuguang, you're such a nice guy!
But she knew her own limitations, and it was better not to force herself into such a thing. If she were to be attacked by the spirit of the artifact, it would be better not to take it at all.
only……
The two divine weapons were locked in fierce combat. How could Ji Fuguang possibly retrieve one of them?
Sheng Zhiyi turned her gaze to Ji Fuguang, only to see him nod slightly in her direction.
"Junior Sister, may I borrow your longsword?"
Taking the longsword, Ji Fuguang pointed his fingers like a knife and slashed his wrist, blood gushing from his pale skin.
Both weapons paused for a moment, seemingly stunned by the situation.
Immediately afterwards, both weapons attacked Ji Fuguang together, but the battle became even more intense. Before, they were just manipulating their auras to fight, but now the weapons themselves were constantly colliding, and the sound of metal clashing was incessant.
Ji Fuguang stepped forward with his sword. The sword in his hand was just an ordinary iron sword from the sect, thin and of poor quality, but it was covered in blood. It was inserted into the gap where the wind was swirling, almost touching the folding fan.
Sheng Zhiyi saw through Ji Fuguang's thoughts.
For a divine weapon to recognize its master, it needs to be stained with blood. Ji Fuguang directly used the iron sword to send his own blood to the weapon spirit. In the past, such a trick would not be recognized by the weapon spirit, but now that the two weapons are locked in a stalemate, Ji Fuguang's blood contains spiritual power, which can naturally help the folding fan.
The closer the blood got, the more agitated the two weapons became.
The folding fan kept trying to get closer to the blood, while the longsword desperately tried to stop it, and the continuous clanging of metal stirred up a commotion in people's hearts.
Ji Fuguang's face was ashen. He flicked his wrist forward, and the iron sword was shattered into dust by the sharp divine power. However, a large amount of blood was splashed onto the folding fan. The folding fan paused, and then emitted a bright light. A large amount of demonic energy surged and flew eagerly toward Ji Fuguang, its movements full of excitement.
Then it suddenly plunged into Ji Fuguang's forehead sea of consciousness.
So... this means the recognition of the master has been successful?
Although Ji Fuguang has a special physique that allows him to convert demonic energy into spiritual energy, this is still too calm and uneventful.
Sheng Zhiyi blinked. She had just watched the folding fan move with joy and pleasure, and even... a little impatient?
After scanning the entire room in disbelief, Sheng Zhiyi suddenly realized that there was another "person" who looked completely bewildered.
The longsword paused for a moment, seemingly startled by its old adversary's actions. It was unwilling to let go of the demonic weapon, as resisting the demons was a duty ingrained in its very bones. However, since the folding fan had recognized its master, it could not continue the fight. It could only recognize its master in return and find someone who could fight against the demons alongside it.
It circled around, trying to find a host.
They discovered that only two individuals in the entire area possessed intelligence.
Firstly, Ji Fuguang has already been recognized as the master of the Demon Clan's folding fan.
Secondly, Sheng Zhiyi possesses meager spiritual power, making him seem like an ordinary person.
Having traversed the world for hundreds of years, and never lost its fighting spirit even on the battlefield between gods and demons, the longsword experienced despair for the first time.
Just as the situation was at a stalemate, a giant, jet-black wolf suddenly rushed out of the cave behind the altar.
Seeing that the folding fan on the altar was missing, it pawed at the ground in agitation, its demonic energy forming a vortex of black mist around it, and it let out a terrifying roar.
The brutal, bloodthirsty eyes were fixed on Ji Fuguang and Sheng Zhiyi, as if questioning them about their conspiracy with the longsword and where they had taken the demonic artifact.
Its entire body is translucent, clearly a relic left behind in the battle between gods and demons. It was left here to guard the sacred artifact of the demon race, and its soul has become an obsession.
Sheng Zhiyi glanced at Ji Fuguang with concern, only to see that his originally extremely cold and pale face had lost all color.
For a divine weapon to recognize its master, it needs to connect with the host's soul, meridians, and merge, often taking several days and nights. During this period, the host cannot use spiritual power, otherwise it will affect the recognition process, and in severe cases, it may even backfire on the host's heart meridian.
Ji Fuguang is now powerless to resist!
Seeing that the two did not answer, the giant wolf became even more agitated. It suddenly sprang up and pounced, bringing with it a foul stench.
Ji Fuguang remained expressionless, his phoenix eyes sweeping over the giant wolf and Sheng Zhiyi, seemingly intending to choose one of them.
A shadow fell across his eyes from his eyelashes, and he frowned in annoyance, his fingers just about to rise—
"bite!"
Sheng Zhiyi gripped the hilt of the divine sword tightly with both hands, blocking the giant wolf's fierce attack.
"you……"
"I'll explain later!"
Sheng Zhiyi shouted without turning her head.
Just now, at the critical moment, the divine sword suddenly flew into Sheng Zhiyi's hand and took the initiative to fight the enemy with her.
Resisting demons is the instinct of the gods, and the demon wolves are naturally demons as well.
In order to fight against the demons, it was willing to condescend and be used by Sheng Zhiyi.
Sheng Zhiyi channeled her spiritual power and thrust her sword at the giant wolf's shoulder, but the wolf slapped her aside with its claws. The force of the blow caused her to stagger a few steps.
No! Even if a divine sword were willing to serve her, her current strength is too weak; she is no match for the giant wolf!
She quickly exchanged for a mid-level sword technique, "Flying Feather Sword Manual," in her mind and then poured all the pills into her mouth.
Sheng Zhiyi gripped the sword with both hands, channeling all the spiritual energy within her body into the longsword.
The longsword of the gods was experienced in battle and had fought many times. In several encounters with the giant wolf, she was in dire straits, but the longsword managed to save her from fatal blows.
After several exchanges, the wolf's claws left various bloody marks on her body, and a deep gash opened on her shoulder, gushing out a large amount of blood that stained half of her sleeve red.
But she had nowhere to retreat; Ji Fuguang was right behind her. If she lost control, the two of them would be torn apart.
Sheng Zhiyi mustered her strength and gritted her teeth as she brandished the divine sword.
As the battle dragged on, she gradually noticed that the giant wolf seemed to be slowing down, and it was glancing at Ji Fuguang standing to the side, seemingly unintentionally.
At first, the giant wolf treated her with such hatred that it wanted to kill her as soon as possible, its eyes filled with a bloodthirsty and ferocious light.
Now, the giant wolf is expending less and less energy on her attacks, often dealing with them casually by simply deflecting her sword, and gradually focusing its attention on Ji Fuguang.
Oh no! Sheng Zhiyi had a bad feeling.
The giant wolf must have discovered that Ji Fuguang's cultivation level was several times higher than hers. Now was the critical moment when he was unable to use his spiritual power. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he could capture the leader first and then take down the two of them in one fell swoop.
Unfortunately, her own cultivation level was low, and she had barely managed to cope until now. She was already at her limit, and even though she saw through the giant wolf's plan, she couldn't do anything to it.
We can't delay any longer!
Sheng Zhiyi poured all her spiritual power into her longsword and thrust it at the giant wolf. As the giant wolf dodged to the side, she immediately detonated the mist-summoning talisman in her hand.
She obtained the Fog-Drawing Talisman while fighting the Tree Demon, and she still has one left.
Amidst the thick fog, Sheng Zhiyi hoisted Ji Fuguang onto her back and rushed into the cave where the giant wolf had come from.
She knew she didn't have Ji Fuguang's ability to move freely through sword energy, so she could only gamble that there was no greater danger in the cave.
The cave was winding and twisting, and Ji Fuguang's weight pressed entirely on her, while the cool fragrance of pear blossoms completely enveloped Sheng Zhiyi.
Ji Fuguang lowered his eyes, his gaze moving from her slender neck to her slightly puffed-out profile.
They were so close, so close that he only needed to lift a finger for his spiritual energy to surge from his fingertip and pierce her throat.
Alternatively, by opening your palm and grabbing her hair bun, you could easily twist her head off.
He has a million ways to kill her instantly.
"Junior Sister..." he lowered his voice slightly.
"Senior brother!" The girl was panting, her clear voice a little hoarse, but she still forced herself to speak, "I said I would protect you! Didn't I keep my word!"
She ran so fast that a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, glistening faintly in the dim cave.
Sheng Zhiyi haphazardly tucked the divine sword into her waistband and ran forward.
Little brat, are you already captivated by me? Get out of here and let me finish my mission!
Try pinching cheeks and lips, try them all.
For the sake of my savior, I can't refuse this time!
Before she could continue her reverie, a sharp wolf howl suddenly came from behind her.
The fog-drawing talisman can only temporarily confuse vision; the giant wolf will likely catch up soon!
Sheng Zhiyi quickened her pace and rushed out of the cave.
Outside was another lush green forest, the sky bright and clear, making one almost afraid to open their eyes.
Sheng Zhiyi gritted her teeth and opened her eyes wide. Stimulated by the bright light, two lines of tears streamed down her face.
After bypassing a row of green bamboo ahead, Sheng Zhiyi drew her divine sword with a "whoosh" and swung it haphazardly a few times at the overgrown hillside.
Sure enough, hidden among the grass was the entrance to a cave.
She used this divine weapon like a fire poker, which made the weapon spirit so angry that it wanted to shut itself off.
Sheng Zhiyi didn't have time to care about any of that. She grabbed Ji Fuguang and pushed him into the cave.
This cave was probably dug by a small animal. It's very small inside; if one person goes in, it almost fills the entire space, leaving no room for another person.
Ji Fuguang frowned, about to say something.
Sheng Zhiyi reached out, pulled out the hairpin from her hair, and stuffed it into Ji Fuguang's hand.
She reached out and covered Ji Fuguang's mouth, lowering her voice to say:
"Senior brother, this is the hairpin you gave me. It has a concealing effect. You take the hairpin and hide here while I lure the giant wolf away!"
The girl smiled at Ji Fuguang, her almond-shaped eyes shining brightly like twinkling stars.
Upon hearing the notification sound in her mind indicating that the mission was complete, Sheng Zhiyi quickly got up, covered the grass in front of the cave entrance, and ran to the side.
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