The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

The sunlight shines into the room through the colorful windows above the palace. It is gray and a fine mist can be seen floating slightly in the light.

Everything looked like a distorted photo, with the colors faded.

Ji Qixue's face was so pale that the veil covering her eyes fell down, revealing one of her eyes.

Her long eyelashes were closed, and her long purple hair with tassels fell to the ground. The crown that was originally worn on her head fell to the ground, as if it had rolled down the stairs for several times, and it was so far away from Ji Qixue.

There was a sword stuck in her chest, piercing her heart accurately, and blood was oozing out, but the blood had already solidified at this time, forming a black blood shackle.

For some reason, she should have died in great pain, but the corners of her mouth were raised.

She is laughing.

The one who was more shocked than her was Wen Youqing.

Even though she had seen this scene before, looking at it again now, she felt that everything in front of her was so shocking.

Everything before my eyes looks just like that rainy night.

That rainy night when the Mad Pope was assassinated on the throne.

Looking at the sword that belonged to him stuck in Ji Qixue's chest, Wen Youqing felt dazed for a moment.

Could it be that Ji Qixue really killed himself?

To avenge the Mad Pope.

Without you realizing it?

"The cultivation level of this corpse is..."

Ji Siye's voice trembled a little.

"The Mahayana period."

In other words, this was not the mortal body that Ji Qixue had cultivated, but the true body of the almighty Pope, who died in front of them.

Ji Siye’s guess was wrong.

"No, no, that's not possible."

"There must be something wrong. It must be. Ji Qixue must not be dead. What on earth is she thinking of doing?"

Ji Siye covered his head and repeated the question to himself.

"What went wrong?"

......

......

Jing Yan looked at the tea in front of him that was filled with mist.

The imprisonment he expected did not come. On the contrary, the archbishop even arranged a private room for him like a VIP and treated him well.

As if treating some important guest.

The Archbishop said to him before leaving.

Someone was waiting for him.

The Sutra asks, who is it?

The archbishop smiled but said nothing, "You'll know when you see it, and you'll be surprised."

Just as he said, Jingyan was indeed surprised to see the person waiting for him.

Just now.

A pair of delicate hands picked up the tea in front of Jing Yan, took a sip, and her deep purple eyes were full of smiles, and her long purple hair fell down.

"It would be a waste if you don't drink such good tea."

Ji Qixue looked at Jing Yan with a smile, wearing a simple tight long dress that perfectly outlined her figure.

However, at this moment, she was no longer wearing the eye mask she had worn before. Instead, she was like an ordinary person, putting away her noble aura.

"Is this your mortal body?"

Jing Yan had heard of this technique that could create a mortal body. The moment he saw Ji Qixue, Jing Yan had figured out everything.

He smiled bitterly:

"Are you willing to give up your past cultivation, countless years of life, noble status, and flowing blood, and inject your soul into this mortal body that only has a lifespan of a few decades and can never cultivate?"

"What is your purpose in doing this?"

"What's wrong with being a mortal?"

There was a trace of tea leaves on Ji Qixue's lips. She licked the leaves with her tongue and smiled.

"Besides, if I don't do this, how can I deceive those three extremely smart ladies?"

"Three people?"

Jing Yan asked in confusion, "Although Wen Youqing is somewhat unworthy of such an honor, even if we include her and your Siming heir, there are only two of us, right? Who is the other one?"

Ji Qixue smiled.

"The Pope who led our demonic cult to prosperity... and who bore the infamy..."

"I will clear her of the injustice she suffered."

265. Purpose

"To clear the Pope's...wrongs?"

After hearing this, Jing Yan asked in confusion, "Have you suffered any grievance?"

"Ha...So don't be so impatient. Who says that the Pope I'm talking about is me?"

Ji Qixue sat opposite Jing Yan, her legs crossed. Her brown dress seemed unable to cover her thighs, making her look a little...

Charm?

Yes, Ji Qixue has lost her once noble temperament, but her appearance remains the same.

Jing Yan has confirmed that Ji Qixue is no longer the Pope she once was. She no longer has any cultivation, and her body is not well exercised. Her physique is not even as good as that of a normal person. Even a random mortal with a strong physique can easily control her.

And it is irreversible.

She will never be able to practice cultivation again in this life, and because she cannot practice cultivation, her life span will be limited to a hundred years. To put it simply - she is now just an ordinary person who looks like Ji Qixue.

"Then what do you mean?"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Anyway, I will explain everything to you. Why are you so impatient, young man?"

Ji Qixue waved her hand, looked at Jing Yan, and handed the teacup in her hand forward: "Here, do you want some tea?"

Looking at the lip print on the edge of the teacup, Jing Yan didn't know for a moment whether to say Ji Qixue was broad-minded or stupid. He took the teacup and placed it next to his hand.

"Why did you cover your eyes?"

Ji Qixue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What's wrong? Don't I look good like this?"

“It’s just a little weird.”

"Don't worry, I covered my eyes before because I could always see things that were hard to understand. Now I am an ordinary person, so I don't have to worry about this." Ji Qixue rubbed the corners of her eyes, her tone slightly raised: "No one likes to cover their eyes forever, I am the same, and I feel lucky for this."

Jing Yan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Don't you regret it?"

"What do you regret?"

"You regret giving up everything, the cultivation that is enough to reach the sky, the status that is above everyone else, the long life... those things that cultivators strive for but cannot obtain, and you gave them up so easily. Don't you regret it?" Jing Yan asked.

"regret?"

Ji Qixue smiled, pointed at Jing Yan, and then pointed at herself.

"Let me summarize it for you. I roughly understand what you mean. You are a monk who has lived for only thirty years. You ask me, a monk who has enjoyed supreme power and spent a thousand years, whether I regret it or not."

"How do you have the guts to ask such a question?"

There was a hint of doubt in the woman's voice, and she jokingly called Jing Yan "little friend."

The scriptures say there is no answer to this.

He really had no reason to question Ji Qixue. After all, everything was her choice.

"Okay, okay, I scared the kid." Ji Qixue covered her mouth and snickered, "Do you want to hear my explanation?"

Jing Yan sighed, picked up another teacup, and poured himself a pot of tea: "Then I will listen to your explanation carefully."

"That's right, what a good boy."

Ji Qixue smiled with her eyes closed, her hands slightly clasped together, still sitting in the same position, her red lips slightly raised, and she spoke softly.

"It all starts with the war that is about to begin."

"Oh?" Jing Yan sat upright, wanting to hear the details.

"You have to know that war is no joke."

Ji Qixue thought for a moment and said slowly: "Every war is a game of chess. The two 'chess players' counter each other's moves and play against each other until one side is defeated. Without considering other factors, war is that simple."

"The importance of a good chess player to a war is self-evident."

"War is a gamble. Without a guaranteed chance of winning, every proactive attack is the most foolish act. Do you understand what I mean?"

Jing Yan nodded: "I can roughly understand it."

"That's good."

Ji Qixue sighed. Although she was somewhat reluctant to do so, she still pointed at herself and said, "As you can see, I am just an idiot in chess."

“I didn’t see that.”

Jingyan replied.

"Tsk, so my acting skills have always been good. I just know how to make every class live a little more comfortably. I have a good temper, so I am supported by so many people. But to be honest, other people's expectations of me are a bit too much. I really know nothing about military tactics."

Jing Yan: "Then what you said is inconsistent. If there is no chance of winning the war, it is foolish to take the initiative to attack every time. But if you have no confidence in yourself, why do you still send troops?"

"Good question. You have a talent for being a supporting actor."

Ji Qixue glanced at Jing Yan with satisfaction: "So, isn't the 'Pope' dead?"

"Are you shirking your responsibility?"

"No, it's just putting the right person in the right position. It's a simple truth. When a part doesn't work, it should be replaced with a more suitable one in time, even the Pope is no exception."

Ji Qixue said calmly: "This is the simplest reason why the demon race has been able to survive and prosper until now."

Do not know why.

Jing Yan suddenly felt that there was a madness running through the bones of Ji Qixue in front of him - this madness might even backfire on her.

"So, you left your so-called position of Pope to Siming, the little girl with purple hair?"

Jingyan asked.

"Oh, you're talking about Si Ye. She is indeed a good kid."

Ji Qixue shook her head: "Unfortunately, she has the ability to be the Pope, but she doesn't have the ability to mobilize troops - at this moment, she is the least suitable person to be the Pope."

"Oh, so you mean that the person who is most suitable to lead your cult now is the so-called archbishop, the man who looks so serious?"

"Haha."

Ji Qixue showed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "The Archbishop is just a useful pawn under the Pope. How can he be worthy of leading the Demon Cult?"

"Then what do you mean?"

Jing Yan didn't understand. What did Ji Qixue want to do? Without an unidentified leader, why did he let the Demon Cult crash around like a chariot without direction?

Isn’t this worth the loss?

"So."

Ji Qixue's lips curled up into a strange smile.

"In history, there was a pope who defeated the strong with the weak, and led a few defeated soldiers to attack the dominant God Clan and turned them into a dog that was willing to bow its head and wag its tail to show its goodwill."

"History has not remembered her name, nor has it recorded her achievements. All that is left is infamy. But only by reaching the position of Pope and reading through the sealed files can we understand how she defied fate and changed her destiny."