After he said that, he drew a sword from his right hand, and with a crisp clang, I raised an eyebrow as I turned my gaze. Amidst all the earlier chaos, I hadn't noticed the sword by his side, but I was very familiar with its design. It was a sword with a crystal sheath, completely translucent, a white jade hilt, and a golden bronze mirror the size of a fingernail embedded at the end, symbolizing the Heart-Reflecting Sword, a symbolic sword of the Heart-Reflecting Sect.
This man was actually a member of the Heart-Reflecting Sect.
The Heart-Reflecting Sect was one of the ten major sects, and back when the ten sects were ambushed in the Sword Mound, the Heart-Reflecting Sect had not held back in their efforts. Among the ten sects, five were members of the Heart-Reflecting Sect. Killing me would definitely cost them a great deal.
I narrowed my eyes, feeling like the situation was getting tight.
The man also stared at me with a shadow across his face, threatening, "You wicked spirit, show yourself and spare your life."
I scoffed, unimpressed. With my skills, even without my eyes, I could easily take on ordinary disciples like him from any sect.
Without further ado, I didn't bother with his nonsense. I flashed forward, meeting the man's astonished gaze, and before he could react, I delivered a swift chop to his neck. Thunder and lightning crackled behind me, pouring rain fell around me, and the man's tall figure collapsed in front of me in an instant. I straightened my sleeves and casually said, "Done."
However, at that moment, except for the sound of heavy rain, there was an eerie silence all around.
There were no cheers to be heard. I turned around and saw the girl in pink, who had now taken on ghostly form, standing alone in front of my tombstone, staring at me in shock and confusion, "You... you took my body?"
Oh, I realized.
It seemed to be the case.
I waved my hand, "Don't panic, I'll give you your body back. It's just that..." I walked up to the spirit of Zhiyan and looked at her with a sly smile, "Little sister, you have to answer a few questions for me first."
She nervously rubbed her hands, "What questions?"
"You have the aura of a prominent orthodox sect cultivator, but you just said you were going to Dusty Grain Mountain to join the demonic path. Why is that?"
Zhiyan fell silent for a moment, her round eyes casting down with a hidden resentment, "Cultivating the immortal path is difficult. I seek a shortcut to become a demonic cultivator to seek revenge."
"Oh?" I asked, folding my arms, "Revenge?"
"Master Liu Wei of the Heart-Reflecting Sect killed my father..." She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, "I want to make that old man pay for his blood debt."
Glancing at the man lying in the mud next to me, I commented, "He's also from the Heart-Reflecting Sect. How did you end up together? He seemed quite fond of you."
Zhiyan fell silent, "My father and Old Man Liu Wei were close friends, and I grew up in the Heart-Reflecting Sect. He... he's Liu Wei's son, Liu Cangling, and we were supposed to be married. But... I wanted to go to Dusty Grain Mountain this time to join the demonic path, and he chased after me, not allowing me to go."
I nodded, realizing it was a tale of twisted love and deep enmity driven by bloodshed, "Did you actually make it to Dusty Grain Mountain before he caught up with you?"
Zhiyan looked up at me strangely, "This is the foot of Dusty Grain Mountain, don't you know?"
I... really don't know!
The lonely souls and wild ghosts that drifted by me never told me that this is Chenji Mountain. The Chenji Mountain range stretches for hundreds of miles, and each mountain peak has a different landscape. I've lived here for over a hundred years and still haven't fully understood it.
Those clowns actually buried my body in Chenji Mountain, he...
He really hates me, wanting me to look up at the mountain peaks day and night, showing off his achievements to me!
This scoundrel!
It's a pity for his scheming. No matter how calculated, he didn't consider that I didn't even recognize this as Chenji Mountain! Hmph! Dare to compete with me? Don't they see how great my heart is!
"I just entered Wanlumen, before I could even enter, I was intercepted by Liucangling... and brought here."
Even at the entrance of Wanlumen, they can let someone from Jianxinmen be kidnapped? What are the gatekeepers doing? And those clowns have the nerve to say they manage Wanlumen very well?
I'm a bit angry at Moqing's lax governance.
Zhiyan is staring at me over there. She's calm now, and turns to look at the stele, then at me occupying her body, and asks, "And you? Who are you, and why are you buried here with a blank stele?"
"Me." I curved my lips, smiled lightly, "My surname is Lu, named Qiong, the one who built the Wanlumen of Chenji Mountain."
"... Female... female demon head," she was shocked to continue my words.
I appreciate her expression, nodding in satisfaction, "Yes, I am that female demon head."
I saw her swallow, even though I know that the soul does not have saliva. Once again being looked up at by others with such reverent eyes, I felt a sense of relief, and I vomited the grievance I had suffered in the Ghost City from a while ago.
"No one in the martial world could find your body, and you were buried here..." Zhiyan murmurs lightly, "Who exactly buried you here..."
I was about to answer when I suddenly heard footsteps from the distant rain. Zhiyan's body was too weak to hear, so I used the "thousand-mile ear" technique to catch the sounds from afar.
"Master, they broke into the forbidden area. The disciples at the front mountain haven't seen them leave, so they should still be in the forbidden area."
"Why didn't you stop them?"
The cold tone, along with the slightly hoarse voice, I recognized it immediately. It was Moqing.
Heh, good kid, I smirked, you've come just in time!
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