Chapter 166 I was actually scammed!
In the other corner she looked down at, Kim Bok-jin, who had been standing still, was now lying on the side, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Even the silk covering her eyes was nowhere to be seen. Where was the arrogant demeanor she had just displayed?
Jin Fuzhen coughed a few times, covering her mouth, and clenched her other hand in front of her chest, seemingly still immersed in the aftershocks of the true energy and unable to react.
How is that possible?
What did Mu Jianjian do in that instant?
All that could be seen was that at the last moment, the opponent somehow broke through the barrier, and the golden palm seemed to be blocked by some transparent liquid. Most importantly...
She didn't even see it clearly!
I couldn't see anything clearly!
Is this speed really the speed of a Foundation Establishment cultivator?
"Sister Jin, you don't need to be so modest." Mu Jianjian withdrew her hand, retracted the branches and leaves released by the hairpin, landed again, and walked to the panting woman, feigning concern.
Humility?
What gives her the right to talk to her like that?
Kim Bok-jin put on a smile again, stood up, and despite her hatred, could only agree with what the other person said, "Yes, Miss Mu."
She had simply underestimated her opponent, and the opponent had taken advantage of her weakness!
It's an unforgivable sin to embarrass her like this in front of others!
Jin Fuzhen's rationality was gradually replaced by hatred of revenge. She slowly opened her tightly closed eyes a crack, and her originally fair hands, covered in dust, were clasped together in front of her chest.
"Borrowing a soul."
She uttered two words, and at that moment, her gray eyes emitted a faint white light, and a pale orange glow merged with her body!
"The soul-borrowing technique of the Golden Crow Temple! I never thought I would actually witness it with my own eyes!"
"I wonder how many levels of the Profound Frost Technique Miss Mu has mastered, and whether she can fight with the Soul Borrower."
"Even if you learn a few more levels, you still can't beat them. They borrow souls, momentum, and true energy, plus their cultivation is already much higher. How can you possibly win? It's a pity to waste the advantages you had earlier."
The surroundings were noisy, and the atmosphere was pushed to its peak by Jin Fuzhen's soul-borrowing technique. Gong Yuanjin glanced at Xu Lao, who was in high spirits beside him, and said, "The soul-borrowing technique can be traced back thousands of years. I didn't expect that the Jinwu Temple Master would actually hand it over to her so that she could learn it."
This isn't a contest of internal energy reaction; it's a pure crushing defeat with secret techniques. But even if you're defeated by such an ancient secret technique, you can still lose with some dignity.
Gong Yuanjin finally raised his eyes, ready to see the results of the battle and have a good talk with Elder Xu. Unexpectedly, the girl opposite Jin Fuzhen was extremely calm in the face of Jin Fuzhen's soul-borrowing attack, and suddenly, people appeared around her...
A stretch of water?
"Huh?" Gong Yuanjin's attention was now completely focused on the fight in front of him, his gaze drawn to it.
Mu Jianjian blinked her big eyes, quickly dodging the attack with her pupil technique and landing in front of Jin Fuzhen. She slowly raised her hand, pointing her index finger to the sky, and asked, "Have you ever heard a poem?"
The technique is excellent, but unfortunately, the person using it is too incompetent.
"ah?"
Jin Fuzhen murmured in disbelief. Because of the borrowed soul and power, her perception of the fluctuations of divine sense and true energy around her had reached its limit, but she found that the other party did not care at all!
Why wasn't she afraid?
Kim Bok-jin's body trembled and felt like it was being torn apart by the soul transfer. At this moment, a sense of fear finally crept into her heart. Just as she belatedly tried to back away, she heard the girl in front of her whisper in her ear.
"The Yellow River's waters come from the sky."
The voice, with its intonation and rhythm, was like reciting the poems and essays of famous figures, but Jin Fuzhen couldn't care less about that at the moment. Her gaze was filled with the girl's smile, and after the water washed over her body, all she felt was regret.
Why did she agree to compete with Mu Jianjian?
This person isn't as easy to bully as he seems on the surface; he's clearly a psychopath!
The dim, yellowish water that descended from the sky was like a ribbon sewn from the finest materials, enveloping Jin Fuzhen's entire body and absorbing her vital energy.
What kind of Mysterious Frost Technique is this?
"No, no...don't..." Jin Fuzhen's mind was in a daze, unable to understand the current situation. She only felt that her true energy was constantly leaving her. If she didn't admit defeat and call a stop, she was afraid she would die!
But she was really unwilling to give up like that!
Mu Jianjian, who was standing aside, had no intention of revealing her true abilities to Jin Fuzhen. However, when she saw the woman in a vulnerable position groaning softly, she immediately withdrew the Yellow Spring Water.
The young girl, who had been secretly enjoying Li's poetry, chuckled to herself.
It's all because Kim Bok-jin insisted on pretending to stand still from the beginning!
Did she think she was also Ye Xuanzhi, the young master of the family?
Pretending to be something you're not capable of is ridiculous.
Jin Fuzhen collapsed to the ground, utterly dehydrated. The Soul Borrowing Technique had already exhausted most of her true energy, and after being absorbed by the Yellow Spring Water, she had very little true energy left.
Everyone gasped in surprise at this reversal, their eyes filled with amazement as they looked at Mu Jianjian.
Sang Wanyue's gaze remained fixed on the girl from beginning to end, until she inadvertently glanced at Jin Hongze opposite her and saw him raising his hand as if to do something. She immediately lowered her eyes and placed the porcelain cup on the table.
Jin Hongze looked at the frail woman who had collapsed with blood gushing from the corner of her mouth. He was about to intervene when he was frightened into not moving by the cold stares directed at him.
Besides Sang Wanyue across from him... who else is paying attention to him?
Mu Jianjian, unaware of the commotion outside, stopped and waited for Jin Fuzhen, whose inner energy was exhausted, to automatically admit defeat. Unexpectedly, the woman stood up again and pounced on her.
Something was definitely amiss. Mu Jianjian became wary and wanted to back away, but then she saw Jin Fuzhen approach her and say in a terrified voice, "I admit defeat," before swallowing the pill in a blind spot.
"No, Miss Mu, why are you doing this to me?" Jin Fuzhen staggered backward, blood, showing signs of poisoning, spilled from the corner of her mouth. After falling to the ground, she raised her hand and pointed at her, her expression sorrowful and fragile. "I have already admitted defeat, why did you still poison me?"
Having witnessed the entire spectacle, Mu Jianjian slowly formed a question mark in her mind.
Even in a cultivation-themed romance novel, there are instances of people staging accidents to extort money.
"Mu Jianjian, you broke your promise! You agreed that one side could not make a move after admitting defeat, but you actually planned to settle a personal grudge! Using poison in a secret technique competition is despicable!" As soon as the barrier disappeared, Jin Hongze rushed in and hugged Jin Fuzhen tightly, his hatred evident in his expression.
Upon hearing this, the cultivators who were initially confused about the situation realized the cause and effect, and their emotions were aroused.
"I knew it! Miss Mu couldn't have defeated the Golden Crow Secret Technique. It turns out she used poison!"
"How could a young lady from a prestigious sect do such a thing? She has truly brought shame upon the Xuan Shuang Sect!"
"It's not confirmed yet. What if Miss Mu is innocent?"
...
Ye Xuanzhi sat among a group of cultivators from small sects and minor schools, listening to the sounds around him, and his fist slowly hardened.
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