The villain killed the master. What? I am the master!

Chapter 156: The Son of God, and also a Disciple
In the past, the foundation-building cultivators were out of his reach. However, the Rebirth Technique he practiced was the most advanced technique in this world.

The same is true for the Xuanhuang Pearl.

After his own cultivation of magic and body reached the foundation-building stage, coupled with the effect of the Xuanhuang Pearl in refining essence and blood, ordinary casual cultivators in the early stage of foundation-building were like grass that could be easily cut off to him.

The noisy crowd fell silent.

"Fellow Daoist, I am just passing by and I am not in the same group with these people."

The other old man who had established his foundation remained expressionless and bowed his head.

He was very wise. From the girl's words, he could tell that this person was her master.

Their behavior undoubtedly angered Jiang He. Judging from Jiang He's previous methods, they had no chance of escape at all.

He might be killed by Jiang He at the moment of escaping.

Seeing that Jiang He really didn't make a move, the monk stroked his beard again and said neither arrogantly nor humbly, "I am a worshiper of Yunxi Sect and have many friends. For example, I know a few disciples of the Shanfa Hall in Yingxian Inn. This time, I came here to visit the Son of Shanfa."

Jiang He raised his eyebrows. He almost couldn't squeeze in. You said you were just passing by?

But he had no time to pay attention to this mob for the time being, his eyes met Jiang Yuanxia's.

Yuan Xia seldom reveals her true face in front of outsiders. Whenever she goes out, she wears a thick curtain that obscures her figure.

But now she seemed to have dressed up specially. Her long, soft black hair was gently tied up with an ordinary wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair naturally fell on her white neck.

A touch of rouge, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, which makes her delicate temperament more mature.

These makeups can certainly add a lot of beauty to ordinary women, but they are superfluous to Yuan Xia. If she adds one inch to her hair, it will be too long, and if she subtracts one inch, it will be too short; if she puts on powder, she is too white, and if she puts on rouge, she is too red.

The posture is natural and should not be smeared.

It is easier for Yuan Xia to kill these people than for himself.

Not to mention her own strength, the disciples of the Shanfa Hall alone were waiting nearby.

Any one of them can compete with these people alone.

Jiang He suddenly remembered that he once told Yuan Xia that as long as you have the strength, you will have the confidence to face everything.

He had always believed that Yuan Xia was now too much and had reached the point where he looked down on all living beings.

But now, she was already a little panicked even before Jiang He appeared.

Facing the fiery gazes of many monks, he dodged and just hugged the quilt, burying his little face in it, not daring to look at what was around him.

And now she raised her eyes, her beautiful dark eyes were moist and slightly red, and the pleading revealed in the fluttering of her thin eyelashes would make people feel pity for her, but also make people want to commit violence even more.

What does it look like?
It was just like the stray cat that Jiang He adopted in his previous life, trembling as it looked at him when it was besieged by a group of wild dogs. But Yuan Xia was not a stray cat at all, she was clearly a man-eating tiger.

Regardless, the many wandering cultivators present were still deceived by her appearance. Even though the body of the foundation-building cultivator was still warm, they were all swallowing their saliva, ready to make a move.

It's fake. Or it's not fake.

None of this matters anymore. If she wants to deceive herself, let her deceive herself.

Jiang He took a deep breath, and past memories kept flashing before his eyes.

When seeing myself, I would be at a loss and my whole body would become stiff. When facing a stranger cultivator while building a new home, I would be so scared that my legs would become weak. I would be scared to wet my pants by a group of children. I would not dare to speak to a random cultivator just because of a casual glance.
In this case, I will no longer regard you as the notorious Son of Good Dharma, but as the eldest disciple who is inferior and cowardly and needs care and concern.

Jiang He looked steadily at Jiang Yuanxia who seemed frightened. It was undeniable that he had always been a little afraid of Yuanxia in his heart. It was very likely that Yuanxia had now turned into the madman in the original text.

But now all these fears were suppressed by him. Jiang He turned his head and glanced at the few independent cultivators who escaped when they saw the situation was not good.

With a wave of his hand, several spiritual blades flew out and cut off the legs of these people at the knees.

He shouted, "You guys want to leave after bullying my apprentice?"

The faces of the people present were uncertain and they did not dare to continue fleeing for a while.

In fact, if these people escaped together, it would be difficult for Jiang He to stop them all.

However, they all had a lucky heart, knowing that the first person to come forward would be in danger, and they hadn't succeeded yet.
It's impossible that the girl's master is planning to kill everyone present and force them to fight to the death, right?
"Don't go too far! This is the territory of the Shen Gan Sect. Are you being lawless?"

Someone, relying on his excellent breath-hiding skills, hid in the crowd and shouted,

"Humph! Is this your disciple? Do you have any evidence? Even if she is really your disciple, what is your intention in hiding such a beautiful cauldron? How dare you not hand it over to Saint Yuehua! I will definitely report it to Saint Yuehua."

"Lawless?"

Jiang He was so angry that he laughed out loud. Isn't the Shen Gan Sect a synonym for lawlessness?

This mysterious man's ability to conceal his aura is extraordinary, probably at the level of an inner sect disciple. No wonder he dares to take advantage of the chaos to stir up people's hearts.

Unfortunately, he had practiced Bai Minxin's Qi-gathering technique and had also practiced the Soul-Shocking Bell, so his spirit and soul were very powerful.

With a glance, he easily found the person who was secretly stirring up people's hearts in the crowd and waved his hand.

The man hiding in the crowd was grabbed by the giant hand made of spiritual power. His face changed drastically. He knew it was useless to beg for mercy, so he gave Jiang He a provocative smile:

"I just want to die! And you, entrusting your lives to others, isn't that ridiculous? If you go out and report this to Saint Yuehua, he will definitely reward you handsomely!"

"But I only want to die?"

Jiang He glanced at the jade ring he was wearing. Ever since he cultivated his spiritual consciousness, his past memories were clear to him, and the contents of the original text were no exception.

Compare it with Qiao Qiao's jade pendant.

Jiang He knew that this was the symbol of the disciples of the Demon-Slaying Hall of the Qingyang Immortal Sect.

The number of disciples in the Demon Slaying Hall has always been small, and with the Immortal Sect's confidentiality measures, it is difficult for outsiders to know that this jade pendant represents the Demon Slaying Hall.

People in the world of cultivation often have long lifespans, so who would want to die?

No wonder they only want to die. With the longevity lamp of Qingyang Immortal Sect, it is difficult for these disciples to die.

Unlike many of the independent cultivators present, this Demon Slaying Hall disciple recognized Jiang Yuanxia.

Even though Yuan Xia rarely showed up in front of outsiders, since the Qingyang Immortal Sect was planning to assassinate Yuan Xia, it was impossible for them not to know her true appearance.

The disciples of the Demon Slaying Hall also deliberately wanted to intensify the conflict between the Holy Son of Good Law and the Holy Son of Moonlight.

Excellent breath-retaining magic, good at taking advantage of situations, calm and fearless of life and death.
However, now that the Longevity Lamp can no longer save their lives, I wonder if these disciples will still have the same mentality as they do now.

These so-called descendants of immortals value their lives much more than other cultivators, otherwise the longevity lamps would not exist.

Jiang He activated the God Prison Rope to trap the disciple tightly. He stepped on the face of the disciple from the Demon Slaying Hall and looked down at him.
"Since you only want to die, why should I do as you wish?"

The disciple was stunned. He had always been proud of his status and looked down upon the outsiders. He had never suffered such humiliation. His smiling face suddenly froze: "Damn ant, do you know what you are doing? You think you are so strong just because you have cultivated to the late stage of foundation building? Cultivation is just a threshold for you to see me!"

He suddenly stopped talking, not wanting to reveal any more information.

Although the big thing is about to be accomplished, there can be no mistakes.

The disciple secretly activated the secret method to kill himself, but found that he could not use any spiritual power. He stared at his hands in a daze and tried again as if he didn't believe it.

It has to be said that the ancestors of the Lin family are worthy of being a big family of the Zhu Ming Immortal Sect.

Although the God-Imprisoning Rope is only a second-tier magic weapon, its effectiveness is incredible.

The Qingyang Immortal Sect will undoubtedly develop secret methods that can imprison people's spiritual power to take into account various unexpected situations, such as being controlled, losing cultivation, etc., which will prevent disciples from committing suicide and thus cause humiliation.

Therefore, the Qingyang Immortal Sect's secret method of self-destruction only requires a trace of spiritual power, and even if one loses his will, he can automatically commit suicide.

In today's world of cultivation where spiritual energy is abundant, even mortals have more or less spiritual power in their bodies.

This should have been a foolproof secret method, but it encountered the God-Imprisoning Rope that involved rules-level issues.

The disciple's expression suddenly became frightened. He gritted his teeth and looked at Jiang He, roaring, "What are you waiting for? Why don't you quickly find Yuehua Saint to claim your reward? If you run away together, he won't be able to stop you all at the same time!"

These casual cultivators had different expressions on their faces, but they all stopped where they were.

Jiang He sighed: "Not everyone is as fearless as you."

He turned to face the crowd with a relaxed look: "Don't worry, I'm not a ruthless person. Everything depends on my apprentice's opinion. However, if anyone dares to escape first, the consequences will be borne by all of you! Especially the fellow foundation-building Taoists present here. After all, killing anyone is killing, so why not kill those with higher cultivation?"

The old man who had established his foundation before almost vomited blood when he heard this.

He cleared his throat and said to everyone in a serious tone: "Don't worry, everyone. This master's disciple is a kind-hearted person at first glance! I'm telling you, if anyone wants to escape, they have to get past me first."

"That's right. That's right."

Several other independent cultivators with deeper cultivation bases echoed this.

This girl looked like a little white rabbit who had just entered the world of cultivation. She was clearly at the foundation-building stage and didn't even dare to look at them.

What kind of cruel thoughts could such a person have?

The casual cultivators all felt relieved, and some even said boldly:

"We didn't even touch her. If we really offended this fairy, I would be ready to be killed. But I didn't do anything. I believe the fairy is kind-hearted and will not bear to see us lose our lives in vain. You are all fathers, husbands, etc., and you have a big family behind you. Fairy, please consider it carefully."

Seeing these people chattering non-stop, the disciples of the Demon Slayer Hall became furious and shouted:

"How foolish, how foolish. He is a random devil who divides you and kills people at will. Do you believe what he says?"

He didn't dare to believe what kind of torture he would experience if he fell into the hands of such a demon when he was unable to commit suicide.

The only hope is that one or two of these people will escape, stir up the pool, and attract the commander of the Demon-Slaying Hall.

He can be liberated.

If he disappeared without a word, who knows how long it would take for the Immortal Sect to find him.

During this period, how long will he have to go through darkness?
When the practitioners heard his hoarse voice, they shook their heads silently.

Who among them has never committed random murder?
But after all, I am a casual cultivator in the world of cultivation. I think I will not wait for death foolishly. Isn't it possible to escape when the situation becomes bad?
When the disciple caught a glimpse of their expressions, he felt a chill down his spine. He understood what they were thinking.

He smiled sadly and said, "Do you know that this man is Jiang He, and this girl is none other than the Holy Son of Good Law! If you don't take advantage of her confusion now, how will you be able to escape later!"

The reason why he was so afraid of falling into Jiang He's hands was because this girl was the Holy Son of Good Dharma.

The devil among devils!

He laughed miserably, knowing full well that these people would not believe him.

How could a fairy like this little white rabbit be a demon?
As he expected, everyone present couldn't help but chuckle.

The old man who was building the foundation stroked his beard and smiled, "You are kidding. Have I ever seen the Son of Good Law? She is not the exiled immortal in the legend. She is clearly a ferocious-looking... No, no, she is clearly a cold and domineering demon king. I have some friendship with the Son of Good Law, but if we talk about it, I think the name of exiled immortal is more appropriate for me."

The hand that was stroking his beard suddenly trembled, and he quickly killed the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.

How could she be the Holy Son of Good Dharma? How could she be the Holy Son of Good Dharma?

Jiang He had already sentenced the old man to death. Most of the injuries on the Immovable Ape were caused by him. What's more, he didn't want to hear from others that Yuan Xia was a cold-blooded demon lord.

Even though. Even though there is sometimes a little fear in my heart.

This doesn't mean that he will avoid Yuan Xia. On the contrary, he is willing to accept Yuan Xia's revenge.

For example, this "disguised" expression now may be the beginning of revenge against oneself.

Jiang He didn't believe that Yuan Xia really had this kind of personality, so he calmed down.

Although the independent cultivators had different intentions, they still stayed where they were in the end.

Walk towards Yuan Xia.

His figure was reflected in the black-haired girl's pupils, which were as clear as glass. Seeing Jiang He approaching, Jiang Yuanxia subconsciously took a step back.

She covered her chest in a daze.

The heart keeps beating.

The previous time I saw Master, it didn’t jump so violently.

The throbbing was accompanied by the blood rushing throughout the body, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The surrounding gazes seemed like sharp thorns, piercing her body and her eyes.

"Don't look at me. Don't look at me."

The black-haired girl suddenly closed her eyes, covered her eyes with her hands, squatted on the ground, and kept muttering to herself.

The quilt fell from her hands to the ground.

This quilt.
Jiang He remembered that he had lived in Chaolai Inn before and had booked it for a long period of time. Later, due to unexpected circumstances, he moved to his current courtyard.

Could this quilt be mine, or the one Minxin and Jiner slept on before?
Jiang Yuanxia's voice suddenly stopped, and her body trembled, as if she had made a great decision.

He quickly reached out and picked up the quilt.

As if he still felt unsafe, he shrank under the quilt and continued to tremble.

(End of this chapter)