"Senior Fellow Apprentice Yan, it's really you!"
In an inn in a small cultivation town at the foot of the Jindao Cult, Yan Shixun looked at Yan Ziye with surprise in his eyes.
He had lurked in the Jindao Cult for thousands of years. As a price, the Void Sword Sect also let him enter the Reincarnation Mirror and got a good opportunity.
But after all, he was not a genius cultivated by the Void Sword Sect. On the day when the Reincarnation Mirror was broken, no one saved him. All the memories of what happened in the Reincarnation Mirror had long disappeared, and only some mental methods he learned in the Reincarnation Mirror were left in his mind.
Naturally, he didn't remember that the role he played in the Reincarnation Mirror would be Yan Ziye's father, the governor of Dahan Country and the governor of Qinghe Province.
He only remembered that Yan Ziye was famous and talented in the Void Sword Sect. As long as it was a disciple in the sect, there was not a single one who did not admire him. He was even sure that Yan Ziye would be the next sect master.
But no one expected that Yan Ziye disappeared soon after he came back from the Reincarnation Mirror.
Yan Ziye saw Yan Shixun's surprised and surprised expression, and his expression was quite strange. Although he knew that many things happened in the Reincarnation Mirror were illusions, he still couldn't ignore it.
"Senior Fellow Apprentice, where have you been all these years?"
Yan Shixun looked at Yan Ziye as if he had found someone to talk to. His aloofness as an elder of the Jindao Cult all turned into loneliness, "I haven't returned to the sect for hundreds of years. I don't know if my old friends still … remember me."
Yan Ziye's eyes flashed, and he didn't answer his words. He said slowly, "In the eyes of those friends, you died a thousand years ago."
"What?!"
Yan Shixun's mind suddenly shook, and his pupils shrank, "Why?"
Yan Ziye shook his head and smiled self-mockingly, "For the sect, what are we? Even if it's me, if I can't become a Junior Emperor, I'm just a tool that can be thrown away at will. These … you have been cultivating for many years, and you should know. "
"It turns out that … it's like this …"
Yan Shixun looked more lonely, and the brilliance in his eyes because of meeting Yan Ziye disappeared at this moment.
Yan Ziye looked at Yan Shixun in silence.
Although he was suspected of instigating defection, what he said was the truth.
Those who were sent out by the Void Sword Sect as spies would not end up well. The various benefits promised by the sect were just an illusion. Those who could really get that huge reward were very few.
For people like Yan Shixun who had been wandering outside for thousands of years, the higher-ups of the Sect had long since lost trust in them. Even if they occasionally obtained information from them, they would join forces with other spies to repeatedly verify its authenticity.
"Hehe …"
Yan Shixun shook the wine glass in his hand and suddenly laughed in a low voice. His voice sounded like sand, extremely sour. "In the cultivation world, favors are the most valuable, but also the least valuable. I'm afraid that those who still remember me, Yan Shixun, can be counted with one hand."
When Yan Ziye heard this, he knew it was time. He pretended to be hesitant and said, "Do you … want to go back and take a look?"
Yan Shixun was instantly stunned, and then his expression changed. "Senior Brother! Do you have a way? "
Yan Ziye nodded with a smile, but then shook his head. "My identity is sensitive, so it's not good for me to take you back. However, there is an opportunity right now. If you seize it, you may be able to break through the shackles of the Void Sword Sect and get a brighter path of cultivation. "
Yan Shixun's face changed slightly. "Senior Brother …"
He was not a fool to be a spy in other sects for so many years without being discovered. The meaning of Yan Ziye's words made him shudder.
Betray the sect?!
"Don't worry."
Yan Ziye pressed Yan Shixun's trembling hands. "You and I have the same surname, and I won't hurt you. I won't let you risk doing anything. As long as you do your part, leave the rest to me, your Senior Brother. "
"My part?"
Yan Shixun's eyes were full of hesitation, but Yan Ziye was not annoyed. He smiled lightly and pointed to the Jindao School.
"It's easy for you."
Yan Shixun looked at the gate of the Jindao School in a daze. He still did not understand, but he soon understood.
Bang!!!
A purple streamer fell from the sky and slammed into the big tactical matrix for the protection of the Jindao School. Until the plaque of the main hall of the Jindao School was smashed into pieces, the original shape was revealed — a purple dagger.
"What's that?!"
"The main hall of our sect was smashed!"
"What!"
"Senior Fellow Apprentice, come out quickly. Something big happened!"
"…"
A huge roar resounded through the mountains. The main hall was destroyed, and all the disciples of the Jindao School were rioting. Not long after, Jin Zhentian, the master of the Jindao School, flew out of the main hall aggressively with all the elders.
"Who dares to be presumptuous in my Jindao School!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sweet female voice with a sneer sounded, "It's me."
The wind was dancing in the nothingness, and Su Dieyin's skirt was rustling. Her phoenix eyes were as cold as a knife, and her face was cold. Ling Qinglan followed her silently, keeping a low profile.
"It's you!"
Seeing Su Dieyin, Jin Zhentian's eyes changed. The moment he opened his mouth, the sound waves turned into illusory golden knives and slashed at the nothingness.
Judging from his action, he actually wanted to kill Su Dieyin immediately so that she had no chance to speak.
Su Dieyin was not panicked, but smiled, "First Uncle, are you so eager to let your niece die?"
While speaking, Ling Qinglan raised his head, revealing a plain face. He just took a step forward and waved his sleeve.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Those incomparably sharp golden sabers were like eggs hitting a rock, collapsing one after another.
Seeing this scene, both Jin Zhentian and other elders of the Jindao School showed a look of horror.
This person … was definitely not in the Huashen Realm!
Didn't Jin Zhentian say that after Su Zhuonian, the Su Family would have no backer?
Why did a mighty in nature's test come out and protect Su Dieyin?!
For a time, the elders panicked, but only an old man in a dark gray robe frowned tightly. He stared at Jin Zhentian and questioned, "She called you First Uncle. Is she Cheng Ao's daughter?!"
Jin Zhentian looked at Ling Qinglan who looked indifferent, and his forehead was sweating. When he heard the old man's question, his face became even more ugly. He braced himself and said, "Uncle, don't listen to this demon girl's nonsense. If I have a daughter, how can I let her be stranded outside?"
"Ho ho ho …"
Seeing Jin Zhentian's sophistry, Su Dieyin suddenly chuckled and said sarcastically, "Old man, what First Uncle said is right. After he learned that I was stranded outside, he couldn't wait to send someone with a knife to get close to me."
"You are the head of the Second Branch of the Su Family, Su Dieyin!"
An elder didn't know the truth and recognized Su Dieyin's identity. He immediately shouted coldly, "Su Dieyin, do you forget that the twenty-five sects in the Jiuzhou Region can't kill each other? Otherwise, it will cause all sects to attack together!"
Jin Zhentian was suddenly refreshed when he heard the words. He bowed to Ling Qinglan and said eloquently, "Senior, although I don't know what Su Dieyin promised you to make you help her like this, the iron law of the Jiuzhou Region can't be broken. If you insist on harming my sect, even with your cultivation, you will be doomed. Think twice!"
Jin Zhentian said while observing Ling Qinglan's reaction, hoping to see some information from his face, but he was disappointed.
Ling Qinglan was always expressionless as if he didn't hear what he said.
Su Dieyin saw that Jin Zhentian was still struggling, and she couldn't help but laugh very happily, "I have been wandering outside since I was a child, fighting for food with wild dogs and clothes with beggars. If it weren't for my adoptive mother's kindness, there would be no Su Dieyin today.
In recent days, there have been some changes in the Su Family, which have nothing to do with my second branch. But I didn't expect that someone would take the opportunity to assassinate me. Thanks to this stab, I understand … that my revenge has not been avenged. Jin Zhentian, don't you want to get my father's practice method? I'll let you broaden your horizons! "
At the end of her words, Su Dieyin's face was suddenly full of killing intent. She pinched a gesture that made Ling Qinglan's face change abruptly.
"Go to hell!"
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Three flying swords shot out from the universe ring and rushed to Jin Zhentian.
Jin Zhentian immediately took out a bell-shaped magic weapon to block the flying swords, but his face was much worse than if he didn't block the swords.
The Ao Sword Skills that he had been looking for was actually in the hands of Su Dieyin, and … it was exposed at this moment!
"Ao Sword Skills of Cheng 'ao, this child …"
The elder in gray robe looked at Su Dieyin who was full of killing intent. His lips trembled violently, and his old eyes were instantly wet, "My granddaughter is still alive!"
"This is the Ao Sword Skills of the former lord!"
"She is really the daughter of the lord!"
Many elders who didn't know were also shocked. The Ao Sword Skills was the trump card of the former lord. The sword moves were strange and unpredictable. Every time it was used, there would be blood!
But since the inexplicable death of the former lord, this sword skills had also been lost. Although Jin Zhentian was Jin Cheng 'ao's brother, he did not inherit this sword skills. No one knew where the sword skills went.
But today, there was finally an answer.
And this answer … was very unusual.
For a time, many people looked at Jin Zhentian in a strange way, and even many people distanced themselves from him and disassociated themselves from him.
Others who did not disassociate themselves from Jin Zhentian rolled their eyes and seemed to be looking for an escape route.
Jin Zhentian also wanted to escape, but the middle-aged man in linen with an ordinary face gave him too much pressure. He could barely resist the sword light that Su Dieyin constantly shot at him, but he could not take another step.
However, even though he managed to defend the front, he was still able to release a cold sword beside him.
Puff!
The elder in gray robe fiercely inserted the flying sword into Jin Zhentian's heart. His turbid old eyes were full of red, as if blood was about to drip out, "You killed my daughter and your brother! Bastard, give me your life!! "
Jin Zhentian's eyes widened, and his blood splashed. He held the flying sword in his chest tightly, but the elder in gray robe put more strength in his hand.
Su Dieyin saw the opportunity. She pointed with her fingertips, and a golden light broke the gap of the round bell and inserted into Jin Zhentian's throat.
Whoosh —
Blood gushed out like a fountain!
"Ho ho … I'm not reconciled!"
Jin Zhentian covered his neck, and his body softened. He never expected that his momentary greed would bear such a consequence.
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