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

Chapter 338 Jin'er, I want to sleep...

"Well."

As if he still had a hangover, Jiang He woke up drowsily again.

The light in the house was dim and soft. The morning light filtered through the cracks in the carved wooden windows, scattering on the dying flower in the blue and white porcelain vase. A drop of water dripped from the tip of the drooping leaves to the ground.

Outside the window, Shangjing, which had experienced the raging sword energy and torrential rain, regained its vitality overnight.

"Uu——"

The sound of hurried horse hooves broke the tranquility of the early morning. The carriages crushed the accumulated rain. A few servants were busy clearing the corpses on the long street. They worked together to throw the cold bodies into the carriages one by one.

Some relatives wailed and tried to pull at the deceased's clothes, but they were met with a ruthless kick from the palace servants and a mouthful of contempt.

"call out--"

From time to time, there were groups of streaks of light on the horizon. They were the monks of the Divine Inspiration Sect, hurrying over from the east.

The east is the border between Zhuming Domain and Qingyang Domain. Although the Shanfa Palace has moved westward, there are still monks from the Shengan Sect stationed in the east.

Among them, a stream of light fell on the street outside Jiang He's window.

"Greetings to the Immortal!"

The government officials who had been so arrogant a moment ago now fell to their knees as if they were facing a powerful enemy, and they all knelt on the ground, their heads pounding.

Although the monk was just a pretty girl, she had an angry aura. She swept her eyes across the corpse on the ground and asked coldly, "Is this the mortal who died under Xiao An's sword yesterday?"

"Reporting to the Immortal, that's right! The king has ordered that if the sword spirits of these corpses are not dispersed, they may become a serious threat. He ordered us to destroy the corpses."

The leading servant reported cautiously, not daring to raise his head or cast a disrespectful look at the immortal in front of him.

"This really caused great trouble for the Holy Son!"

Xiao He shouted angrily in a low voice, extremely angry at Xiao An.

She lifted the corpse's eyelids with her scabbard, only to see that its eyeballs were eroded. Sword energy was running rampant in the body, devouring the blood and energy in the corpse and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth. Once the sword energy became stronger, it would break out of the body and carry out an indiscriminate massacre once again.

Although it is difficult to cause harm to cultivators, it is fatal to mortals.

"Han Anmeng is kindhearted. He even ordered the officers to clean up the bodies immediately to avoid hurting the civilians."

Xiao He sneered, his voice as cold as if it was poisoned.

How could she believe that Han Anmeng had any good intentions?
Thinking of this, Xiao He said sternly:

"Stop! The dead should be buried in peace. How can their bones be destroyed and their souls be destroyed, and they will never be reincarnated? The dead are gone, how can the living be left with more sorrow? We in the Shanfa Hall cannot bear to see this tragedy happen, so let his family members claim him!"

"This……"

Several officers looked at each other with hesitation.

The young man who had been crying bitterly just now rolled and crawled at Xiao He's feet and kowtowed repeatedly:
"Thank you very much, Immortal! Thank you very much, Immortal!"

In the world of cultivation, there is the Way of Heaven, and the people all believe in reincarnation. They firmly believe that the dead should be buried intact so that they can be reincarnated in the next life. Therefore, how could they be willing to let their loved ones be gathered together and their bones crushed and ashes scattered?
In Shangjing, there was wailing everywhere, and from time to time people tried to snatch corpses from the officers. Xiaohe saw all of this.

Xiaohe's complexion is gentle:

"The Shanfa Palace is not as unsympathetic as the Yin-Yang Palace. Don't worry, I'm here and I won't let the people of Shangjing down!"

The leading officer, urged by the other officers, said:
"But, Immortal, the king said... these corpses have immortal sword spirits, and their bones must be crushed and scattered in the suburbs to avoid harming the people."

"It's ridiculous. It's just that Han Anmeng is unwilling to send his cultivators to remove the sword intent from these dead."

Xiao He sneered. She saw that these sword intentions were just the spiritual power in the early stage of Qi training. How could they be called immortal sword intentions?

She stretched out her hand and waved a pitch-black token, saying:
"I am a personal attendant of the Holy Son of the Good Law Palace. I will ask the disciples in the palace to help you clean up these sword intentions!"

"promise!"

The officers were overjoyed when they heard this, and felt relieved when they saw the shaking token.

"Well--"

Xiao He suddenly stopped for a moment, she raised her head and looked at the inn on the street. Many people in the inn were opening the windows and looking outside at the situation.

She shook her head, summoned her flying sword, and rushed towards the Shanfa Temple outside the city.

"Hey, with the Immortal here, we don't have to risk offending others by forcibly moving the corpse."

The officer got up from the ground and brushed the dust off his knees. He glanced at the young man who had been holding the corpse and wailing in pain. The young man was ragged, pale and thin, and it was obvious that he came from a poor family.

Seeing this, he scolded:

"You little brat, why don't you take your family away?"

……

My whole body feels tingling and numb, and the lingering comfort radiates from my bones to my entire body.

Jiang He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of satisfaction, but when he opened his eyes, his expression was stunned.

My chest felt heavy, as if something soft was lying on it, causing the quilt to bulge out a small bulge, just like in the dream just now.

Thinking of what had just happened in the dream, Jiang He's heart skipped a beat. With trembling hands, he slightly lifted the quilt and looked inside.

In the dark quilt, the soft and tender girl was sleeping soundly on his chest.

"call--"

It was not the scene that Jiang He had guessed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be the girl Jin'er who had fallen asleep in his quilt without him noticing when.

The girl's pink face was slightly swollen, as if she was dreaming about eating something delicious. Her cherry pink lips were wet and a lot of crystal saliva flowed from them.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and through the girl's soft chest as she lay on him, Jiang He could feel her heart beating.

"Snapped!"

Jiang He reached his hand into the quilt and gently patted her perky buttocks:
"You're already awake, but you're still pretending to be asleep with Master? Did the thunder last night scare Jin'er?"

"Well--"

The shaking of her body made the girl seem as if she had just woken up from a dream. She rubbed against Jiang He's chest for a while before raising her little face and looking at him with her clear black eyes through the quilt.

"Why is your mouth so bulging? Little greedy creature, are you dreaming about eating something delicious?"

Jiang He pinched the girl's cheek, but unexpectedly the girl frowned, as if she had water in her mouth, which was almost squeezed out by Jiang He, and her little face turned red.

"Gudong-"

"Girl, are you swallowing the saliva you shed last night? Spit it out quickly, it's so unhygienic!"

Jiang He was stunned. He ran his hand down the girl's smooth back, stroking her black curly hair and patting it gently.

"Cough cough cough..."

Jin'er lay on his chest, as if she didn't hear what he said. She continued to swallow hard, her little face wrinkled like a bun and she kept coughing.

"Jiang He! Is Jin'er here with you?" Feng Susu's anxious voice came from outside the door.

Jiang He thought that it was probably because the thunder was too loud last night that scared the little girl Jin'er, causing her to run over and lie on him in the middle of the night.

As a result, this morning Susu suddenly found that Jin'er was not there, and she must have been scared.

Jiang He slapped the girl's soft and elastic buttocks again with a slight reproach as a punishment:

"Well, I don't know when this girl ran to my bed, and I didn't even notice it. Susu, this is not my fault..."

The blonde girl pushed open the door, her face still pale. Behind her followed another identical blonde girl, looking inside awkwardly, but Jiang He could see that she was also worried about Jin'er.

"Mother——"

The little black-haired girl called out softly in the quilt, but remained motionless in Jiang He's quilt.

Jiang He pulled the quilt down, letting her furry little head show outside.

"Jin'er, you came to your master's place without telling me. You must have scared the master's wife to death..."

Feng Susu saw the person lying on Jiang He and she relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

Her eyes suddenly flickered, and she rubbed her hands and smiled foolishly:
"Jin'er, what did you just say? Master's wife didn't hear clearly."

This girl's plan hit Jiang He in the face.

Jiang He had a smile on his lips. He lowered his head and touched Jin'er's head, with an indescribable expectation in his heart.

However, Jin'er pursed her lips, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

"You were yelling in the quilt before, why are you unwilling to come out?"

Jiang He continued to touch the soft hair on the girl's tender back, and encouraged the little girl to talk more on weekdays.
"Master also wants to hear Jin'er yell again."

The black-haired little girl nodded obediently, poked her head under the quilt, and then whispered:

"Mother..."

Wisps of breath came out from her soft lips and finally entered the girl's nose. Her face turned red inexplicably, and her tongue lightly swept across her silver teeth. The panic in her eyes quietly dissipated.

The girl timidly crawled under the quilt and dared to call her mother in a soft voice. This scene made everyone laugh.

Especially Feng Susu, she was so happy that she felt dizzy.

"Pfft——this little girl is actually shy, hahahaha..."

Feng Yi couldn't help but smile, but her words were mixed with a hint of envy and jealousy. Then her face straightened.
"Jiang He, guess who I saw on the street just now?"

"Ah? Are Minxin, Yuanxia and the others here?" Feng Susu exclaimed.

"Impossible. Min Xin has a keen sixth sense. If Feng Yi was spying on her, Min Xin would have noticed and she might even be standing in front of me now. As for Yuan Xia, the Shanfa Hall is outside Shangjing. It is impossible for her to walk on the streets of Shangjing in a high-profile manner."

Jiang He pondered for a moment, then hesitated and said,

"It should be Xiao He or Ye Qiao. They are Yuan Xia's confidants. They may return to Da Qi first and help Yuan Xia deal with some affairs."

Feng Yi looked at Jiang He in surprise. She didn't expect that Jiang He had guessed it right. She nodded and said:

"You pervert, your brain is hopeless. That's right, it's Xiao He! It seems that Jiang Yuanxia is about to go to Shangjing... Strange, how could it be so soon? Logically speaking, since Xiao An caused such a big disturbance by using the sword, she should have to face the questioning of the Shengan Sect. At the beginning, it was Jiang Yuanxia who insisted on taking Xiao An in despite the opposition from the sect."

Is there such a thing?
Was it Yuan Xia who guaranteed Xiao An back then?
However, things have come to this point today. No matter what kind of relationship Yuan Xia and Xiao An have, Yuan Xia cannot escape the responsibility.

Jiang He reached into the quilt, grabbed the little girl's arm, and pulled her out of the quilt.

She was wearing a neat white undergarment, and her skin was completely covered by the clothes, not revealing a single bit.

Jiang He had already noticed this when their skin touched.

Otherwise, if Jin'er was only wearing a bellyband, Jiang He didn't dare to imagine the looks the two blonde girls would give him.

"Jin'er, I want to sleep..."

The little girl stretched her hands towards the warm quilt unwillingly, but Jiang He lifted her up in the air by the collar. No matter how she struggled and resisted, she could not escape the fate of getting up.

"Susu, catch it!"

Amid the little girl's resentful gaze and the blonde girl's exclamation, Jiang He threw Jin'er directly to the blonde sisters, who hurriedly caught Jin'er.

This little girl... her eyes are so strange, it's as if I had seduced her and then abandoned her.

However, I don’t know if it’s because he was planted with the Six Desires, but when Jiang He got up this morning, he didn’t feel full of energy and blood. Instead, he felt refreshed and comfortable all over.

Otherwise, this little girl lying on him would create an embarrassing situation.

……

"Is this the sword intent of Xiao An's divine sword?"

Jiang He squatted down, stretched out his index finger and used his spiritual sense to examine the corpse.

The Shangjing Rebellion caused countless deaths and injuries. Even now, a large number of dead bodies are still exposed outside and have not been collected in time.

Considering that Jin'er was still young and not likely to see too much blood, he specifically told Fengyi to stay with Jin'er in the inn, and let Susu go out with him.

"Come here! Why are you so far away?" Jiang He said to Feng Susu in an unpleasant tone.

The blonde girl's legs went weak, and she trembled as she moved away from the corpse. When she heard Jiang He's words, she was about to cry:
"I…I've never been this close to a dead body."

"Huh? You've been in the Phoenix clan for so long, but you've never seen a corpse?" Jiang He was a little puzzled.

"No matter how bad they are, they won't leave corpses all over the house..."

The girl moved at a snail's pace and finally came to Jiang He's side. As a result, the man grabbed her hand and pressed it on the body on the ground:
"Remember, I brought you out this time to give you some experience. If you don't want to, I'll let your sister accompany me if something happens outside in the future."

"Woo——"

The blonde girl whimpered pitifully, but the man's threat kept her from letting go.

She followed Jiang He's instructions and carefully felt the sword intent on the corpse.

After a while, he hesitated and said, "It should be the aftermath of the sword energy. It only has the spiritual power of the Qi training period..."

Jiang He knocked on her head and said, "The divine sword has inherited the great Dao and has been blessed by heaven. It has its own divinity. How can it be the same as an ordinary sword? Use the skills inherited from the Phoenix and feel it again."

"Is this so..."

Feng Susu hesitated, a ray of golden flame appeared on her fingertips, and passed through the meridians of the corpse. Her face changed:
"It is indestructible and will never disperse. The sword's will is eternal... Unless the object it carries is annihilated, it can gradually disappear from the world!"

"Indeed, this kind of sword intent is extremely domineering."

Jiang He couldn't help but think of Han Anmeng who suddenly visited him last night. He said in a deep voice,

"It was beyond my expectation that Han Anmeng was able to escape from Xiao An's sword, but now she is probably living a life worse than death!"

(End of this chapter)