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

Chapter 337 "Kill the Ancient Totem!"

Although Han Anmeng's appearance is too seductive, it is not in Jiang He's aesthetic taste.

But it is undeniable that this woman is an extremely beautiful woman.

But this does not mean that practicing dual cultivation with Han Anmeng is a good thing.

First of all, all the girls he came into contact with were pure and clean, especially Min Xin, who was even spotless.

With Mingzhu in front of him, Jiang He secretly repelled Han Anmeng, a woman with such beautiful arms that everyone could love.

Moreover, the Yin-Yang Palace skills that she practiced alone were enough to make Jiang He stay away from her.

This kind of domineering dual cultivation technique has caused countless young talents to fall under her red skirt and become consumables for cultivation.

Her skills can indeed benefit both parties, but Jiang He didn't dare to bet on the possibility that she would use him as a cauldron.

Jiang He's disdainful look made the woman's naturally annoyed expression freeze.

But she was very well-mannered and soon returned to normal:
"I am not tainted by the seven emotions and six desires of the world, why should I care about the little piece of meat on your crotch?"

The woman spoke calmly, but there was a hint of sarcasm hidden in her words.

One or two ounces of meat?

Who are you looking down on?

Jiang He said sternly, "May I ask what is the purpose of Han Shengzi coming here?"

"Why worry about nothing? I came here with no ill will towards you."

Han Anmeng calmly stroked the sword wound on his waist with his index finger, sensing the traces of sword intent, and then sighed softly.
"Do you want Xiao An's sword?"

As expected, Han Anmeng came to him because of Xiao An!

She had just fought with Xiao An during the day, and came to look for him at night. Jiang He suspected at first that this person wanted to join forces with him to kill Xiao An.

As for Xiao An's divine sword?
Who wouldn't want to get it in such a vast world of cultivation?

But the problem is, Xiao An, a Nascent Soul cultivator, dared to walk openly in Zhuming Territory with the divine sword on his back. There must be a reason for that.

Such divine objects are favored by heaven and earth and have never belonged to one person.

The divine sword is different from the Xuanhuang Pearl.

The reason why the bead's magical power is not evident is that after the demise of the Zhu Ming Immortal Sect, the bead has been incomplete and is in urgent need of repair by a spiritual object with the same divine power.

Xuanming Stone, Yunxi Wood, Cangping Fire...

Only after collecting various spiritual objects can the Xuanhuang Pearl be gradually restored to its original state.

The magic sword is enshrined in the Xuanying Immortal Sect, intact, with its own life and no one controlling it.

It was it that chose Xiao An, not Xiao An who chose him.

Even if Xiao An dies, the magic sword will disappear into the void and return to the Xuanying Immortal Sect.

Therefore, even if Xiao An was killed, there would be no possibility of obtaining the magic sword.

Besides, Xiao An is the chief of the Xuanying Immortal Sect. Although he has defected openly, no one knows whether he has protectors behind him.

This also made the question of whether Xiao An could be killed become a problem.

Now that the Shen Gan Sect has begun a war with the Qingyang Immortal Sect, they do not want to completely offend the Xuanying Immortal Sect at this time, allowing Xiao An to roam freely in the Zhuming Domain.

"Killing Xiao An is not an easy task. It is too early to discuss the ownership of the sword now."

Besides, why would Han Anmeng give him the magic sword?
Jiang He shook his head, his expression a little solemn.
"I advise you not to underestimate Xiao An. Unless the Yuanying Zhenjun of the Shengan Sect is willing to take action, he can be killed without any risk."

"Oh, the True Lord of the Divine Sense Sect has survived until now, why would he waste his energy for the Misty Divine Sword?"

There was disdain in the woman's eyes, not only towards the Yuanying Zhenjun of the Divine Teaching, but more towards Jiang He.
"You are in your prime years, why are you so timid and afraid to try to gain a chance of destiny?"

This woman's tone is really arrogant.

Even Yuanying Zhenjun cannot control the magic sword, so what qualifications does Jiang He have to do this?
It's just this guy...

As expected of a disciple of Yin Yang Palace, his eyes kept glancing down at him, making Jiang He feel uneasy.

Jiang He calmly turned his body to the side and sneered:
"If Han Shengzi wants to take this chance of destiny, why not go find Xiao An yourself? Why bother looking for me? You've said so much because you don't have the confidence to kill Xiao An, right?"

The woman seemed to be aware of the subtle changes in her body. She gritted her teeth secretly, suppressed the waves in her heart, and turned her gaze abruptly to Jiang He.

The moment her eyes met his, they seemed to be shrouded in a haze, which concealed an indescribable disgust and complexity:

"In that case, there is no point in saying more. If you want to find the solution to the immortal method, I will be waiting for your arrival at the Daqi Palace in two days."

"and many more……"

Before Jiang He had the chance to try to stop her, he saw the woman who had been sitting on his bed had disappeared without a trace, as if she had never appeared in this room at all.

"pat-"

The window that Jiang He had tightly closed not long ago opened by itself. The strong wind mixed with heavy rain raged through the entire room like a wild horse, messing up everything and soaking Jiang He to the bone.

"By the way, may I ask... do you like younger ones?"

Han Anmeng's voice was like a ghost, echoing faintly in the empty room. Jiang He looked up and around, but there was no one in sight.

This bastard didn't actually leave. He opened the window just to tease him.

"Although the six desires have been planted, the human heart is like the sea, unfathomable. If the evil habits in the heart are deeply rooted, this method will not only fail to curb the lust, but will encourage its arrogance. Alas - you must know that this magic can only restrain ordinary lust."

"Oh!"

There was a loud bang and the window suddenly closed, as if hiding someone's anger and shame.

"Han Anmeng! Who planted this magic?"

Jiang He's face darkened and he hurriedly chased after him. However, when he pushed the window open, all he could see was the dark night and the raging rainstorm, with no trace of the man.

This person is really hateful!
Not only does he like to be a riddle teller, he also likes to frame others.

Jiang He was filled with worries.

He didn't know who had used magic on him.

At present, it seems that only Min Xin around him is capable of performing immortal magic. Min Xin is an ancient true dragon and has a complete dragon heritage. It is not absurd that he can perform immortal magic. But the problem is that Jiang He has only been implanted with immortal magic in recent days...

In addition, Han Anmeng's parting words still echoed in Jiang He's mind.

"It's ridiculous, so ridiculous. I, Jiang He, only like big sisters!"

Jiang He lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, his eyes bloodshot.

Could it be that he really likes small ones?
How could I possibly like a small...

That's Jin'er. No matter what, he can't have any thoughts about Jin'er!
However, what Jiang He didn't know was that "Han Anmeng" did not leave.

She had finally been able to see Jiang He again, so how could she leave so easily?

"Stupid servant..."

In the void in the corner of the bed, a pink-haired little girl hugged her knees in a daze. The sword intent permeated her whole body and lingered for a long time. Even her little face was covered with dirty blood.

She watched the man scratching his head in distress, tossing and turning in bed, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, the corners of her lips curled up sweetly:

"You obviously like the master... why are you shy, um..."

Just the slightest expression would cause the sword energy to hit her face, causing the little girl's face to wrinkle into a bun due to the pain. She carefully stroked the sword wound on her waist and abdomen, and a few crystal tears suddenly fell.

"The master is in pain, why don't you help him..."

……

"At 5:24 on May 8, the Meteorological Observatory solemnly issued a typhoon red alert, alerting the public and relevant departments that an unprecedented super typhoon is rapidly approaching the coastline. Its power and wide range of impact are the largest in history..." "Patta-Patta-"

Dark clouds covered the entire city, layer upon layer, suppressing the neon lights and dimming them. Raindrops hit the windows densely and forcefully, leaving winding water marks.

Jiang He lay on the bed with a splitting headache, as if he had lost all strength to get up. He barely stretched out his trembling hand, groped for the switch beside the bed, and pressed it hard.

After a brief flicker, the incandescent lamp finally lit up with a dazzling white light.

"This is where?"

The computer screen next to the curtain was emitting a faint light, and next to it was a large bottle of half-empty iced black tea, and at the foot of the table there was some leftover Chinese takeout.

It all seems familiar.

Jiang He rubbed his head and stared blankly at the computer screen.

There were densely packed things on the screen that looked like tiny mosquitoes crawling, and the title read: "Kill the Ancient Totem!"

In the lower right corner of the computer, a warning pop-up window was popping up, and the warning was still playing automatically.

“Knock, knock, knock—Dad, are you up?”

A girl knocked softly on the door, and Jiang He subconsciously asked:
"who are you?"

The girl outside the door was silent for a moment, and then replied in a childish but sad voice: "You are sick again...

After saying that, she quietly pushed open the door.

"This is..." Jiang He's pupils shrank.

The whole world was shrouded in the shadow of the impending typhoon, but the girl in front of him was a bright color that stood out from the crowd.

She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, and her long black curly hair was tied up, revealing her graceful white neck.

On her small face, her facial features were delicate and flawless, and a pair of black almond-shaped eyes were looking at her steadily.

The only drawback is...

No matter how sad the girl's voice was, her face remained indifferent and expressionless.

Violate.

This word floated through Jiang He's mind. Apart from the girl's appearance, this was another thing that made her out of place in the world.

It's like an exquisite doll, devoid of all emotion and soul.

"Last night, we had takeout again..."

The girl sighed as expected, holding a bowl of steaming chicken soup and sitting beside Jiang He's bed.

"Dad, have you eaten yet? The school has announced a holiday, so you can spend the next few days with me."

She pinched the spoon and took a sip of the soup.

The cherry pink lips were moistened by the soup, making them look even more tender.

"Hmm... not hot."

The girl tilted her face cutely, scooped a spoonful gently, and passed it to Jiang He's lips.

"Ah~"

It’s hard to explain why, but Jiang He subconsciously opened his mouth and ate the food handed to him by the strange girl without any resistance or vigilance.

A faint fragrance from the girl filled the air in the mouth.

"Eh?"

The girl suddenly opened her mouth slightly in surprise, her eyes fell on Jiang He's body, and her expressionless little face blushed quietly.

Jiang He was anxious: "This morning, everything is normal..."

"It's okay, Dad, take your time to eat. This is the chicken soup I worked so hard to make."

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Jiang He. Her crystal earlobes and neck were flushed with shyness.

Jiang He took the porcelain bowl from the girl's hand in a daze and started eating in small bites.

"crunch-"

The girl bent her knees and pressed on the bed, moving quietly like a pliable cat. She noticed the man's gaze, pursed her lips, and became more afraid to look at the man.

She held the quilt in her hands and used her small body to skillfully tuck Jiang He in.

"and many more!"

Jiang He looked at the quilt that was suddenly tucked in with astonishment. A pair of warm and soft little hands had quietly pressed down the corner of the quilt.
"Dad...eat, I worked so hard to prepare that."

"--good,"

Jiang He stiffly ate mouthful after mouthful of the chicken soup made by the girl herself. There was a small bulge in the quilt at the end of the bed, and the girl inside was massaging Jiang He's feet.

"Well, Jin'er's foot massage, does it feel good to Dad? I've practiced it before."

Jiner? ?
Just at this moment, thunder roared outside the window, illuminating the room in white.

Above the sky, it seemed as if a divine sword slashed through the night sky, the dark clouds dispersed, and a long and narrow sword mark was left like a tide.

"Witch, since you are seducing me with your beauty, I will kill you now!"

Faintly, a man's cold voice echoed.

However, all this seemed to be just an illusion, and in an instant, the thick dark clouds closed again completely.

But this voice seemed familiar. He had heard someone shouting like this before when he was escaping with someone...

"Om-"

It felt as if a bead was hovering in the abdomen, and waves of warmth flowed through the kidney meridian. At the same time, the weak body generated a burst of strength out of nowhere.

What kind of strength?
It seemed that Jiang He could collapse the building with just one kick.

No...bead? Xuanhuang bead?
Jiang He's consciousness gradually sank into darkness. Faintly, he heard the girl pounding the bed angrily.

……

"Knock, knock, knock! Jiang He! You lazy bastard, hurry up and get up!"

Feng Susu pursed her lips and shouted gloomily.

She was scared to death by the thunder yesterday!
She originally wanted to call Jiang He to come and keep them company, but he was sleeping so soundly that she was embarrassed to wake him up, so she had to go back to bed dejectedly.

"Ah? He's still sleeping? Humph, he's even lazier than me!"

Feng Yi yawned, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and asked seemingly casually,

"Hey, where's the little girl you were holding? Why didn't I see her just now?"

It's strange. With how much love and care Susu has for Jin'er, how could she let Jin'er run around alone?

Fengyi suddenly felt a little worried.

"Jin'er? I wanted to let her sleep a little longer, so I didn't call her. Isn't she in bed?"

The blonde girl was so scared that she covered her chest and her face turned pale.

Feng Yi was not much better, she said angrily:
"Ah? You can lose sight of such a grown-up child? You..."

"Cough cough..."

Suddenly, a girl coughed in Jiang He's room.

(End of this chapter)