"This girl..."
Jiang Wan sighed.
Just as she was about to take action, a sudden change occurred.
Jiang Erliang suddenly seed to break free from so kind of shackle, gripping the hilt of the sword tightly and swinging the heavy sword with an even more ferocious montum than before.
Bang!
The senior sister was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground, blood spewing from her mouth.
The young girl’s once clear and beautiful eyes turned cold and indifferent. The heavy sword in her hand whipped through the air, producing a howling sound.
The shadow of the sword flashed, directly cleaving a disciple of the Mingjing Valley who attempted to ambush her from the side, splitting him in half from the shoulder.
Blood splattered instantly.
Forming a stark and stunning red curtain in the air.
The others, witnessing this, were scared out of their wits and turned to escape.
The heavy sword in the girl’s hand continuously swung, waves of Sword Qi wreaking havoc wherever they reached, screams echoed, and bodies lay strewn across the ground.
Soon, only the senior sister remained at the scene.
Staring at the girl approaching step by step, the senior sister was terrified, her face ashen and pale,
yet she refused to show weakness, attempting to intimidate Jiang Erliang with words, her voice tough on the outside but shaky on the inside: "Little girl, my master, the Sect Leader, they are all on their way here. If you don’t want to suffer unbearably, there’s still ti to run now."
However, Jiang Erliang seed not to hear her, her eyes devoid of emotion, her steps unyielding, holding the long sword as she approached one step at a ti.
The cold tip of the sword glead with a chilling light.
The senior sister finally broke down, her previous pride and toughness vanished, tearfully pleading: "Little girl, spare my life, I was wrong. As long as you let go, I’m willing to do anything you say, I..."
Pff—
Before she could finish, a cold light flashed, and a thin red line appeared across her neck.
Imdiately, blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath her feet red.
After killing the senior sister of Mingjing Valley, Jiang Erliang regained her senses, bewildered by the bodies scattered all around.
But the most shocked was Jiang Wan within her own body.
She understood Jiang Erliang’s situation better than anyone, never sensing anything unusual hidden within the girl.
Why just now seed like she beca a different person.
Jiang Wan asked, "Little girl, have you co into contact with anything recently?"
Jiang Erliang shook her head blankly, "No."
Jiang Wan pondered for a mont, then said indifferently, "Forget it, we’ll check again later, let’s find sothing first."
Jiang Erliang looked at the bodies around, still not fully recovered.
"Girl, killing isn’t a big deal. From the mont you beca Jiang Shouzhong’s servant, you were destined to kill, and you’ll have to kill many, many people. But the most painful thing is killing those you thought were the right people; that’s the real tornt."
Jiang Wan said, "If you hate this, you don’t have to kill. But from now on, others will protect you, and don’t think of protecting your Master."
Jiang Erliang bit her pink lips, took a deep breath, and her gaze slowly beca resolute.
The girl said, "In this world, only the Master is the right person."
She looked down at the sword in her hand, gently wiping the bloodstains off it, murmuring in the softest voice, "I’m willing to kill for my Master, no matter who."
...
At the peak.
The one-eyed man and plump woman were now sweating profusely, their faces pale.
Especially the one-eyed man, with fresh, crimson blood seeping from his eye socket, trickling down his cheek, looking particularly sinister.
Just monts ago, as they prepared to make a move, they found their bodies unable to move, as if restrained by a mysterious, powerful force.
Only now had they regained their freedom.
The one-eyed man staggered to kneel on the ground, gasping for breath.
At this mont, he felt his internal energy and blood surging, recklessly crashing through his ridians, feeling terribly uncomfortable, as if his body might explode at any mont.
"There’s a Cultivation Expert!"
The plump woman’s voice trembled.
The one-eyed man gritted his teeth, looking at Jiang Erliang’s figure, casually wiping the blood from his face, and said resentfully, "I’m done with this business. Let whoever wants to do it, do it. Damn it, no matter how tempting the Dragon Heart Jade is, a life is only one!"
After saying this, the one-eyed man clutched his chest and left in a panic.
The plump woman wanted to call out to him, but recalling their earlier ordeal, she shivered and followed with resentnt.
After the two left, a small figure quietly appeared on the once empty and silent mountain peak.
It was a little boy.
The boy was dressed in rags, his hair was disheveled, and at first glance, he looked like an ordinary little beggar.
If Jiang Yi and Er Liang saw him, they would surely recognize this little boy as the beggar they t on the street, nad Fu Erbao.
But at this mont, Fu Erbao appeared sowhat eerie, completely different from his previous cheerful appearance.
The little boy held a mirror in one hand and a wild chicken in the other.
The wild chicken was bleeding profusely, its blood still dripping.
Fu Erbao stood on the peak, his gaze fixed on Jiang Erliang’s figure, grinning.
Then he lifted the wild chicken to his mouth and took a fierce bite, the blood trickling down his mouth, staining his face with even more gore, his eyes growing ever more sinister.
He raised the mirror again, reflecting Jiang Erliang from a distance, muttering incessantly: "Bad sister, bad sister..."
After a while, the little boy seed to receive a fright, suddenly turning and running towards a forested area, dropping the wild chicken on the ground.
Soon, the little boy was nowhere to be seen.
...
The one-eyed man and the fat woman arrived at the foot of the mountain and happened to see a tea stall.
The tea stall was run by a grandfather and granddaughter duo.
The old man was sitting at a chessboard, playing alone.
The young girl, however, was lying on the table bored, counting copper coins and yawning from ti to ti.
The one-eyed man suppressed his raging blood and sat on a stool, preparing to regulate his energy and breathing.
At this mont, the girl lying on the opposite table lifted her eyelids and coldly said: "This is a tea stall. You have to pay to sit here; it’s not a free resting place."
"Stinky girl—"
The fat woman’s gaze turned cold, about to act, but was stopped by the one-eyed man.
Anyone daring to set up a tea stall in such a place is either a fool or fearless, a cultivation expert.
The one-eyed man had mixed in the Jianghu for many years, making plenty of enemies, yet survived until now thanks to the word "cautious."
Better safe than sorry.
He didn’t want any trouble at the mont.
The one-eyed man took out a piece of silver from his pocket and tossed it to the girl: "Bring us a pot of tea."
The girl pocketed the silver and walked over to her grandfather imrsed in the chessboard, giving him a kick in the back, coldly saying: "Didn’t you see that we have custors? Pour the tea!"
The old man nearly stumbled to the ground.
He gave his granddaughter an annoyed glare, and upon seeing the silver in her hand, he imdiately forced a sunflower-like smile, hastily pouring a pot of tea, and placed it on the one-eyed man’s table.
"Honored guests, enjoy at your leisure. If there’s anything you need, just let us know."
The old man bent over, smiling obsequiously.
The fat woman sized up the old man, who appeared as ordinary as could be, wondering if he could really be a master.
But since the one-eyed man didn’t want to cause trouble, she saw no reason to provoke anything either.
The one-eyed man closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.
The woman stood by to protect him.
The old man, seeing they paid him no attention, sheepishly smiled and returned to studying the chessboard.
The young girl remained just as lazy as before.
About half an incense later, the rapid, scattered sound of hoofbeats approached, breaking the silence around them.
Eventually, they stopped by the roadside tea stall, kicking up a small swirl of dust.
A monk dismounted from the horse.
The monk had dark skin, wearing a slightly worn monk’s robe, stained with dust and wind.
Despite appearing disheveled, his features were quite handso, exuding a distinct vigor.
However, at this mont, the monk’s lips were cracked, blood seeping from them, and his entire deanor looked extrely weary, clearly having endured a difficult journey.
The monk glanced at the one-eyed man and his companion, then towards the old man studying the chess ga, finally letting his gaze rest on the girl.
He walked forward two steps, clasped his hands together, and bowed, his voice hoarse and dry, pleading: "Young lady, could you spare so tea for this humble monk?"
The old man, who had his back facing them while studying the chess ga, paused montarily.
He let out an almost inaudible sigh and murmured softly to himself: "The owner of the Saint Buddha relic has returned."
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