Zhou Wen was gaming in the temple hall, so he didn't pay much attention to the silence outside.
However, An Jing couldn't ignore Zhou Wen. Although Zhou Wen was in the temple hall and An Jing couldn't see him, she had a nagging feeling that there was a gaze watching her from inside the temple hall.
I won't be inferior to you. An Jing forced herself to focus and continued reading the Small Perfection of Wisdom Sutra.
Perhaps it was because of the catfish effect, ever since Zhou Wen came, An Jing felt that she could persevere better and improve faster.
In the past, An Jing would feel that her body and mind had reached their limits after reading the Small Perfection of Wisdom Sutra for an hour.
However, for some reason, perhaps because she felt that Zhou Wen was watching her from inside, An Jing lasted for an hour and a half this time, feeling that she hadn't reached her limit.
Zhou Wen had no idea that he had such a use. He leaned against a pillar in the temple hall and gamed.
The blood-colored avatar entered Deer Terrace Pavilion again. The fake immortals on the first two levels had been eliminated. Zhou Wen controlled the blood-colored avatar to ascend to the third highest level.
Could The Thearch be on the third level? If she's really here, I can find her weakness in-game. Once I defeat her, I can teach her a lesson in real life. Zhou Wen was somewhat excited. After getting the blood-colored avatar to ascend to the third level, he quickly sized up the situation inside.
Similar to the second level, there was only one dimensional creature on the third level. It was a cold, white-robed female immortal sitting on a throne.
Could she be The Thearch? Zhou Wen guessed inwardly, but he didn't stay in a daze. He ordered Torch Dragon to use the Bright Torch Vision World and look at the white-robed female immortal.
Zhou Wen also stared at the white-robed female immortal. With a wave of her hand, a white jade pipa appeared in her arms. She waved her fingers on the strings and immediately produced a terrifying sound wave.
Thankfully, Zhou Wen was prepared and had used the Demon Dragon True Body. However, he was still sent flying by the sound wave, vomiting blood as he slammed into a stone pillar in the hall.
However, almost at the same time, the white-robed female immortal was sucked into Torch Dragon's Bright Torch Vision World. A notification of killing the jade pipa spirit appeared on the phone screen.
"So it's Jade Pipa Spirit, not that demon concubine!" Zhou Wen was somewhat disappointed.
Of the legendary Three Demons of Xuanyuan — Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit, Jade Pipa Spirit, and Nine-Tailed Fox — Zhou Wen had already seen the first two, but there was no sign of the Nine-Tailed Fox.
Although a Nine-Tailed Fox phantom would appear when flying towards Deer Terrace Pavilion from the sky, it was only a phantom and not the true body. The Bright Torch Vision World could only reflect the true body, so it was useless against phantoms.
He controlled the blood-colored avatar to search the third level. Logically speaking, Deer Terrace Pavilion shouldn't be that simple. Furthermore, he was certain that the jade lute spirit wasn't The Thearch.
However, Zhou Wen searched the third floor of the ancient building several times, but he didn't find anything. There wasn't even a dimensional crystal, much less any treasures.
"From the looks of it, the true secrets of Deer Terrace Pavilion are below, but where is the entrance? There's no such gap in the game. How do we get in? " Zhou Wen had attempted to use Torch Dragon to attack Deer Terrace Pavilion, but it seemed to be protected by some mysterious force. Even the Bright Torch Vision World was unable to break through it.
Zhou Wen circled around Deer Terrace Pavilion countless times, but he failed to find the entrance below.
Unable to find the entrance, Zhou Wen could only temporarily give up on Deer Terrace Pavilion and continue grinding other dungeons. At the same time, he trained the Zero Taboo Life Soul in Small Buddha Temple.
For the next few days, Zhou Wen spent most of his time in Small Buddha Temple. Every time he came, he could see An Jing reading the Small Perfection of Wisdom Sutra stone monument.
One day, Zhou Wen was grinding when he suddenly saw a bright light in the yard. The light shone in from the temple hall's door, illuminating the temple hall.
Zhou Wen frowned slightly as he walked out of the temple hall to take a look. He saw An Jing standing in front of the stone monument, her body emitting wisps of light that condensed into a sun-like shadow.
The shadow looked somewhat similar to the Ancient Sovereign that Zhou Wen had condensed. They were both illusory forms of light, and they looked like humans.
The difference was that the Ancient Sovereign was a pure humanoid shadow, while An Jing's shadow looked like it was holding a bow of light in its hand. Furthermore, the shadow looked more feminine. It wasn't as muscular as the Ancient Sovereign and was more slender.
The Sun Strafe Art is indeed somewhat similar to the Ancient Sovereign Sutra, but there are also differences. After watching for a while, Zhou Wen was about to turn around and return to the temple hall to continue grinding when he was stopped by An Jing.
"Zhou Wen, it's time to end our matter," An Jing said as she stared at Zhou Wen.
"Is there anything between us that needs to be settled?" Zhou Wen turned around and asked An Jing.
An Jing's gaze narrowed slightly. "I once defeated you. Don't you want to win it back?"
"I've never treated you as my opponent." Zhou Wen shook his head slightly and turned to return to the temple hall.
"Stop." Zhou Wen's words stirred An Jing's fighting spirit. Her Life Soul fused with her body, causing her body to emit a sun-like glow. In her hand, a bow condensed from light appeared.
Zhou Wen's words could be understood as him never treating An Jing as an enemy, but it could also be understood as him never taking An Jing seriously. An Jing clearly believed that Zhou Wen had the latter mentality.
She pulled open the Beam Bow in her hand and pointed it at Zhou Wen's back before continuing, "Take this arrow of mine and the grudge between us will be written off."
Just as An Jing said that, she suddenly felt her vision blur. Zhou Wen's body emitted a glow that was even more intense and dazzling than the glow on her body. He was already in front of her, and his sun-like fist was about to strike her face.
An Jing gritted her teeth and retreated, raising the bow in her hand to block.
Boom!
An Jing was sent flying with her bow and arrow by Zhou Wen's punch. She streaked across more than ten meters like a cannonball and slammed into the temple's wall.
Wah!
An Jing spat out a mouthful of blood as the glow on her body dimmed and she fell to the ground.
"As you wish. Don't bother me in the future." Zhou Wen really wasn't in the mood to play childish games with An Jing.
After returning to the temple hall, Zhou Wen continued grinding while An Jing sat on the ground in a daze, motionless for a long time.
She still remembered that she had defeated Zhou Wen in one strike back then, but now, she couldn't even withstand a single punch from Zhou Wen.
After a long while, An Jing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stood up. Her eyes gradually turned resolute as she looked in the direction of the temple hall before turning to walk out of Small Buddha Temple.
"I have to defeat you." Although her goal was the same as before, An Jing's mentality was completely different from before.
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