I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

As he spoke, he impatiently reached out, preparing to push his hand, which was pressed against the crack in the door, out.

The woman outside the door sensed his intention and said coldly, "If you dare touch me, I dare make sure you never see the sun tomorrow."

The waiter was stunned and looked embarrassed.

Not long after, something flew in from outside.

"Please deliver this letter to my friend, the one who went in before me."

When the waiter came to his senses, a paper letter was firmly stuck to the door bolt in his hand, filled with spiritual power, and showed no sign of softening for a long time.

"This...this is not a good thing..."

If his memory serves him right, the customer had just given instructions that no one was to disturb them.

"Difficult to handle?"

The woman outside the door noticed his hesitation and conjured a gold ingot, which she then tossed through the crack in the door.

"I think it's quite easy to handle."

The candlelight flickered, and the waiter was trembling so much that he couldn't even speak.

"Okay, okay...okay, okay, okay, I'll do it."

"Dog Egg, who's outside? You've been nagging for ages! I told you to close the door, not to build one!"

The innkeeper came out from the backyard, grumbling and cursing. He carried an abacus and sat down at the counter. "Business is getting harder and harder these days. Let's discuss raising wages again."

The waiter thought to himself, "Oh no!"

Why does that old, half-dead guy have to show up at this time?

The young man hurriedly took down the letter, tearing off a small corner due to excessive force, but it did not affect reading.

It was too late to bend down and take the gold ingot.

He gritted his teeth and kicked the gold into an inconspicuous corner before nodding and bowing in agreement: "Of course, of course, the inn is my home."

The shopkeeper watched him go upstairs with suspicion, wondering if Er Gou Dan was really that easy to talk to.

He rested his double chin on his hand, lost in thought.

……

Room No. 1, Tianzi.

Jiang Wanyu sat at the table.

A pair of bright black eyes were reflected on the blade.

She looked at her reflection, a resolute glint in her eyes: "Grandma Sword, your disguise technique is quite useful."

The ring placed on the table emitted a muffled, smug sound: "Of course, look who created it."

Jiang Wanyu nodded: "Now that I have consumed a lot of the Jiang family's resources and the rare and precious materials I have acquired in the past few days, I have completed the Foundation Establishment and barely returned to the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm. I am about to start the Qi Refining stage. You promised to compensate me with the cultivation method?"

Just as she finished speaking, a pretty woman projected a smiling image onto her screen, looking her over.

As graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.

"Your talent is quite reminiscent of mine back in the day, so passing on the Burning Sword Technique to you would be quite fitting."

Jiang Wanyu did not give the Sword Granny a very friendly look despite her smile.

Imagine, years of arduous training vanishing in just a few days; it would be unbearable for anyone.

The Jiang family almost suffered an undeserved disaster because of this.

Sword Granny smiled awkwardly.

She did not express displeasure, acknowledging her own fault, even though the dying instincts when the soul dissipates are beyond her control.

With extremely complicated feelings, the Sword Granny said, "The Burning Sword Technique is an extremely rare growth-type cultivation method. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to test its limits before I died, so how far you can go with it depends on your own fate."

"So you're just using me as a guinea pig?" Jiang Wanyu asked expressionlessly.

Sword Granny's face darkened: "You can't say that. Although I haven't tested its upper limit, I would conservatively estimate that if you cultivate it to its peak, it would be at least a high-grade Heaven Rank! Not to mention now, even in my time, it would have caused a bloodbath."

Jiang Wanyu nodded, then suddenly changed the subject: "Grandma Jian, do you have any other good stuff?"

"Little girl, you can't be too greedy. I only have my spirit left, and most of what I can give you are past experiences, which you don't need at this stage!"

Jiang Wanyu understood this principle, but she was still unwilling: "It's not that I'm greedy, it's that my cultivation is too slow..."

"Fifteen days to cultivate to the peak of Foundation Establishment with a mortal body, and you call that slow???"

A twisted bitterness gradually surfaced in her eyes: "Grandma Sword, how long will it take for me to leave that figure behind me?"

"It should...maybe it won't be too long?"

"Sword Granny, tell me one thing: Humans will not lie to each other."

"Ahem, I have a complete alchemist resource here. It is the most complete inheritance from ancient times. Even if you only know a little bit about it, it can complement your cultivation."

“Sword Granny, you said: Humans would not lie to other humans.”

"Not satisfied? I still have a few secret techniques from other races that can unleash combat power in critical moments, making it easy to cross borders and kill enemies."

"Sword Granny, humans will not lie to each other."

"I know the location of a Heavenly Flame. Follow my instructions to subdue the Heavenly Flame, and you will soon master the Burning Sword Technique!"

Jiang Wanyu slammed her hand on the table in anger: "Sword Granny!"

Sword Granny sighed helplessly, "With my wholehearted assistance, and your tireless efforts for a hundred years, perhaps there is even a sliver of a chance."

Chapter Seventeen: Defection and Surrender

"The Heavenly Demon Sect is truly terrifying..."

Having spent these days together, Jiang Wanyu had figured out the background of the Sword Granny.

Ancient souls from 200 million years ago!

A Heavenly Lord who transcends the realm of perfection!

If the imperial road hadn't been blocked back then, she might have had the chance to witness the legendary scenery.

Even under the careful tutelage of such a person, it would take a hundred years of tireless work to surpass him.

"It's not that the Heavenly Demon Sect is terrifying, it's that he's an incredibly strange person! You simply don't understand. When he first attacked, I was already fully awake, but you couldn't communicate because your energy was blocked." The Sword Granny was lost in her memories: "That first sword strike was nothing short of pathetic, but the second time he swung his sword, the spiritual energy around him was incredibly abundant—no, not abundant, it was subjugated. You don't understand, you don't get it..."

Her voice trembled slightly, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the dim candlelight: "Did you see the phantom from that day?"

Jiang Wanyu was puzzled: "I saw it. What is that? In front of her, I felt the insignificance of life and my own insignificance became very clear."

"Hehe! That's...that's...I didn't know!"

"???"

Jiang Wanyu carefully typed a question mark, hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "I don't know."

Seeing her confusion, the Sword Granny explained earnestly, "It's terrifying that I don't know. I, a dignified Heavenly Lord, can't even see through him... He not only has unparalleled talent, but also possesses a great treasure. I really want to have the chance to see what kind of treasure it is."

"Even in my time, when stars were shining brightly, such a person would have been cultivated as a core prodigy by the most prestigious holy lands."

"The imperial path has been severed for eight hundred million years, with no end in sight. But then, fortune will turn!"

"This child may be the sword that cuts through the thorns of this era, stirring up the tides of time, possessing the potential of a great emperor... There are outsiders at the gate!"

The words abruptly stopped, and the Sword Granny retreated back into her ring.

It was as if everything just now was a mirage, a reflection in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

Who wouldn't be tempted by the soul of a powerful Heavenly Monarch?

Not only for Jiang Wanyu's safety, but also for her own.

If exposed, Jiang Wanyu will be murdered and robbed of her treasures, while she will most likely end up being imprisoned and endlessly exploited for the spiritual techniques in her mind.

……

The young man, clutching the letter in his hand, paced back and forth in front of the guest room door, his hand repeatedly lowering and raising itself, hesitating for a long time.

The guest in the room didn't seem easy to talk to. A beautiful woman who dared to walk alone at night with a sword was most likely a craftswoman with some martial arts skills.

The person outside the door who immediately demanded a life was no ordinary person.

Neither side is easy to deal with...

But the person outside the door gave way too much.

To collect money, to eliminate disasters for others.

He couldn't suppress the greed in his heart, yet he lacked the courage to knock on the door.

Jiang Wanyu saw a loitering figure through the paper window and made a rough guess at the person's location.

Seizing the moment when the danger was least, he slowly crept towards the door.

She peered through the crack in the door, watching the waiter's every move, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Completely baffled, what could this person be up to with all this sneaking around?

I really can't figure out the reason, and I'm too lazy to keep dwelling on this issue.

"Sword Granny, are there any other people around?"

"There are quite a few, but they are all asleep. The person in front of me is just an ordinary person, and he should not be the same group that had a conflict with the last auction."

After confirming there were no other ambushes, Jiang Wanyu pushed open the door and placed the sword against the waiter's neck.

"Turns out it's a shady business."

She breathed a sigh of relief, a slight smile appearing on her lips, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I thought it was our enemies from a few days ago coming to our door."

Where had the waiter ever experienced such a battle?

With her heart in her throat, she feigned weakness and pleaded, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! Sir, swords have no eyes!"

"Misunderstanding? I don't think it's a misunderstanding at all. I just gave orders that no one should disturb me for the next two days!"