The mountain wind howled as it passed, rustling the surrounding grass and trees.
Perhaps it was the mountain wind brushing against her, Jiang Que’s delicate nose turned slightly red.
With her hands behind her back and standing on tiptoes, she looked cheerfully at the mysterious Great Bodhi Mother in front of her, rumored far and wide: "They say the Great Bodhi Mother of the Esoteric Sect is good at persuading people to kindness. I suppose this venomous little girl will soon be preached into putting down her butcher’s knife."
Compared to the Western Regions’ Bailan Peak and the alluring Buddha Mother of the Extre Joy Secret Sect, this matronly figure of one of the Eight Great Esoteric Sects bore a much older visage, her face lined with wrinkles.
There were even rumors that she was a manifestation of the Bodhi.
In terms of cultivation, the Great Bodhi Mother evidently surpassed the Buddha Mother of the Extre Joy Secret Sect by several levels.
Although she had never revealed her power, it was estimated to be around the Feathered Transformation Realm.
As Dugu Luoxue had once said to Jiang Shouzhong, the world’s true masters are not only those on the rankings; especially in tis of chaos, the hidden experts erge in increasing numbers.
"Young lady, you are inherently kind-hearted; there’s no need for guidance."
The Great Bodhi Mother smiled warmly.
Jiang Que’s expression turned peculiar, as if suppressing a laugh. Finally, she burst out laughing, clutching her small stomach tightly with both hands, doubled over with mirth.
The Great Bodhi Mother watched her quietly, her gaze tinged with compassion.
After quite so ti, Jiang Que managed to stifle her laughter, her tone thick with sarcasm: "Guess what I’m thinking now?"
The Great Bodhi Mother replied calmly: "You’re thinking about killing ."
"Snap!"
Jiang Que lightly clapped her hands. "Correct."
She leaned closer to the Great Bodhi Mother, her fair and lovely face taking on a sinister shadow. "Don’t think I haven’t figured out what you want to do. I don’t need any of that put-down-your-knife-and-achieve-enlightennt nonsense!
This world is a kill-or-be-killed world! Anyone who dares to provoke , I’ll slaughter their entire family. Even if I can’t kill them, I’ll make them learn the aning of the word ’regret’!"
The mountain wind fiercely whipped up, tugging at the hem of the girl’s dress, faintly revealing slender legs.
The raging hostility radiating from this young girl seed strikingly incongruous with her tender age.
"Child, you are too attached to form."
With her palms pressed together, the Great Bodhi Mother began chanting scriptures.
The rhythm of the chanting carried an inexplicable cadence, spiraling and entwining in the air, seemingly weaving an invisible net.
Jiang Que felt as though she had been struck by lightning, the sound of the scriptures piercing her eardrums like sharp needles.
The girl instinctively clutched her ears tightly, her face contorted with pain, and beads of sweat steadily ford on her brow, her once spirited eyes now clouded with endless agony.
The chanting gradually grew louder.
Jiang Que collapsed to her knees, her petite body trembling intensely, like a lone leaf in a tempest.
"Pft—"
The girl spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The Great Bodhi Mother ceased her chanting, gazing at the pale-faced girl, sighing slightly before rising to leave.
Jiang Que gasped heavily, slumped weakly on the ground.
She attempted to get up but lacked the strength.
At that mont, a dark shadow darted out from the forest like a specter, its movent as swift as an arrow. Within seconds, it appeared before the girl, the sinister wind it stirred rustling the grass and trees around them.
The figure was a thin elderly man, half of his face seemingly burned by fire, the disfigured skin shriveled and crisscrossed with deep grooves, creating a harrowing sight.
"Young lady, long ti no see."
The old man’s gaze was cold, his smile insincere.
Jiang Que raised her sweat-drenched, still-beautiful face, glaring at the old man with a mocking tone: "I thought you’d keep hiding like a coward, my dear martial uncle."
The old man before her was none other than Jiang Chenglu, the traitor of the Blood Spirit Cave.
Jiang Chenglu said indifferently: "I’ve already left the Blood Spirit Cave. Why must you keep pursuing ? We were fellow disciples once; surely the sentint of mutual release serves everyone better?"
"Young lady, I’ll give you one chance. Agree to stop hunting , and I’ll let you off this ti."
Jiang Que snorted coldly: "Do not pretend the cave master didn’t give you chances before. You simply didn’t take them, insisting on becoming soone else’s dog."
Anger flashed in Jiang Chenglu’s eyes: "If that’s the case, I won’t bother with sentintalities any longer. Today, I’ll kill you, girl, and send a warning to that wretch Lou Wanmo!"
Jiang Chenglu struck out with a palm.
His palm channeled trendous Inner Strength, stirring the surrounding air into a fierce, cutting wind.
As his palm neared the girl’s head, Jiang Que’s lips curved slightly. Her seemingly limp body suddenly sprang to life, her delicate wrist flicking with the movents of an agile white serpent.
A chilling gleam sliced through the air.
At so unknown point, a long sword had already appeared in the girl’s hand.
The blade, sleek and razor-sharp, glimred icily under the faint moonlight.
With a muffled thud, the thin sword pierced through the old man’s arm with precision, splattering a rose of blood.
Jiang Chenglu let out a scream of pain, hastily retreating.
Jiang Que twisted her wrist and then decisively sliced away a chunk of flesh from his arm.
Simultaneously, a poisonous centipede lashed onto Jiang Chenglu’s wound, instantly dissolving into blood, spreading contagion rapidly.
"The Blood Devouring Centipede?!"
Jiang Chenglu’s pupils contracted sharply. Without hesitation, he grabbed his injured shoulder with his other hand and tore violently, actually ripping off his own infected arm.
Even Jiang Que hadn’t expected such brutal determination.
In her brief mont of surprise, Jiang Chenglu put several ters’ distance between them before darting into the forest.
Jiang Que sneered disdainfully: "Think you can escape?"
The young girl gripped her sword and gave chase.
...
Inside the house, silence reigned.
Perhaps Xiao Lingqiu’s inherent warmth gave the room a soothing atmosphere.
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