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

“She is not a good pope, but no one can deny her strategic level.”

"The parts I want to replace are irreplaceable except for her."

Jing Yan recalled the history of the Demon Cult, but could not remember who Ji Qixue was talking about.

He could only ask in confusion: "Who...is she, and what's her name?"

"Hey, you are very curious."

Ji Qixue moved closer to Jingyan's ear, and a hot and humid breath blew at the corner of his ear.

Said softly.

"Her name is ..."

"Wen Youqing."

266. Follow Me (First Update)

"temperature......"

Jing Yan was stunned.

"Youqing?"

"Ha, how's it going? Are you scared?" Ji Qixue's lips curled slightly: "Yes, it's Wen Youqing, the former Pope of the Demon Cult, the evil Pope dubbed 'Mad'."

"You are joking?"

A dark light flashed in Jing Yan's eyes: "She is my disciple."

"Sorry, little brother." Ji Qixue was very close to Jing Yan, so close that she could touch Jing Yan's face with just her fingers.

She leaned beside the young man and spoke softly, her voice was gentle but clear, and even Jing Yan could smell the musky scent on her body.

"Sister, although I usually like to joke around, this is not a joke."

Jing Yan paused: "So where is the evidence?"

"You clearly already have an answer in your heart, but you still want evidence to deny your answer. Don't you think that's contradictory?"

Ji Qixue chuckled and said, "But I can give you an answer."

She stepped back, came to the door of the room, and knocked twice.

Then, the door was slowly pushed open, and the archbishop in purple appeared at the door. He respectfully saluted the "Pope" who had no cultivation in front of him and said, "Your Holiness, you are done."

This is a very mysterious picture.

It was so mysterious that it puzzled the entire world of immortal cultivation - an archbishop with great power in the Mahayana period would actually be so servile to an ordinary person.

"OK OK."

Ji Qixue waved her hand and said, "I am no longer the so-called Pope. The real Ji Qixue is dead. Now I am just a carefree person... I am still far from being carefree. I can only say that I am just an ordinary person who is more relaxed than before."

"You can just call me Ji Qixue from now on."

"Yes, Your Holiness."

"Tsk, you've been so old-fashioned since you were a minister of remonstrance. Never mind, it's up to you." Ji Qixue curled her lips and asked, "What's going on in the Church?"

"Your Holiness, everything is now consistent with the future that Your Holiness has seen."

The archbishop stopped talking halfway, glanced at the scripture, then looked at Ji Qixue again, seeming to want to say something more.

"Don't worry, this is our 'partner'. There is nothing we can't say openly. He has done nothing wrong."

Ji Qixue turned around and blinked at Jingyan: "Don't you agree, little brother Jingyan?"

"......partner?"

Jing Yan frowned: "You and I are not familiar enough to cooperate with you."

"Alas, kids nowadays are just stubborn. In the end, you still have to choose to cooperate with me. Tell me what you want. Treasures from heaven and earth, secret manuals of martial arts, or my mortal body. It's all fine. Although it's too weak to look at compared to before, it should be very useful. At your age, you should like this kind of gift, right? Just be gentle."

Ji Qixue supported her cheek with one hand and said with a slightly flushed face, with a hint of...charm in her eyes?

"Anyway, if it's your request, I will do my best to satisfy you~"

"Be more normal, otherwise there will be no room for further discussion between us."

"cut."

Ji Qixue instantly retracted her charming expression and became as calm as usual: "Children are not easily teased. You are so boring. Sister was just joking with you."

Do not know why.

Jing Yan suddenly discovered that after Ji Qixue left his original identity as the Pope, he seemed like a different person. His original superior demeanor was gone, and Jing Yan could not tell which one was the real Ji Qixue.

Maybe even she herself can't tell what her own character is.

Ji Qixue's personality is unpredictable, her thoughts are hard to guess, and her changes are so fast that people are surprised.

It should be said that, worthy of being the Pope of the Demon Cult, she now truly looks like a "devil".

She waved her hand, looked at the archbishop, and said coldly: "Go on."

The serious-looking archbishop had a look of confusion in his eyes, as if he had not expected that the Pope's mortal body would have such a big contrast. Even he was a little overwhelmed.

But his good professional training over the years helped him to calm down. The archbishop tried his best to recover his confusion and began to report.

"Those nobles and stubborn old men in the Holy See have changed their tune. They were originally expressing dissatisfaction with your policy of the Northern Expedition against the Protoss yesterday afternoon. After last night, they suddenly became willing to support the Holy See's Northern Expedition. I guess they are afraid of being rumored to have some connection with the Protoss."

"Now the entire South Posuo Continent is unprecedentedly united, and the people are all striving for the Church to march north. The old hatreds are now brought up together with the new hatreds, and the calls for the crusade against the gods are growing louder and louder."

Ji Qixue clasped her hands together and smiled, "People are like this. With just a little incitement, they can stir up a huge hurricane."

She continued to ask: "Is there anyone who has a different wish?"

"For example... Lord Siming?"

"Si Ye, this child, will definitely not believe that I'm dead. I watched her grow up. Otherwise, why would I spend so much effort to forge a mortal body? If I just took a dagger, lay down on the bed, closed my eyes and kicked my legs, wouldn't you just shout that the Pope is dead?" Ji Qixue waved her hand: "I'm talking about people other than Siming."

"Anyone except Sima Ming..."

The Archbishop thought for a moment: "No one has dared to jump against the tide and question your death yet."

"Tsk, what a bunch of cowards." Ji Qixue muttered unhappily, "I was originally looking for a reason to kill the nine clans of those jumping clowns, but I didn't expect them to be so timid. They are still so cautious even after Ji Qixue's death."

"Forget it, let the Protoss bear the blame for a while. Someone will have to step forward anyway. We have already thought of a reason. It is enough to help the Protoss assassinate the Pope and kill all nine clans."

Ji Qixue waved her hand.

"Okay, back off."

"Yes, Your Holiness."

The Archbishop said respectfully, turned around and closed the door tightly.

"So, this is all designed by you, with the purpose of stirring up hatred among the entire Nanposo Continent towards the God Clan."

Jing Yan's eyes were somewhat complicated: "You are not even willing to sacrifice yourself. Are the people of Nanposozhou just pawns in your plan?"

"Ha, you're being serious."

Ji Qixue laughed, looked at Jing Yan, and stared into his eyes: "Besides, even if I really do that, so what?"

"That is the duty of the Pope."

Ji Qixue said lightly, then clapped his hands, as if he remembered something.

"By the way, we accidentally changed the topic. Didn't you just ask me to give you an answer?"

"If you want to know, just follow me...if you are really determined."

267. The Dust of History (Part 2)

This was the first time Jing Yan felt the horror of Ji Qixue as the Pope.

In order to turn all winds towards declaring war on the gods, she even gave up her body, which was originally at the Mahayana realm, and abandoned the glory of being the Pope. From then on, she could only live as a mortal who could not practice.

Her determination and execution astonished others.

What is even more puzzling is that she has given up her former status as Pope, but the archbishop with great Mahayana cultivation is still so respectful to her. This is enough to show Ji Qixue's control over the Holy See, so much so that even without cultivation, the archbishop still dare not disobey her orders.

Don't forget, with the archbishop's current status and cultivation, he only needs to move his fingers to kill Ji Qixue quietly without leaving any clues or evidence - he can then usurp the throne and become the new Pope of the Demon Cult.

But he didn't.

Jing Yan took a deep breath.

Such a skillful woman actually said that she was a "fool who couldn't play chess" to express her ignorance of war. This lie full of loopholes seemed too perfunctory.

But Ji Qixue didn't seem to have any intention of explaining to him.

She stretched her waist, the smooth curve outlined her good figure, she turned her face to the side, her red lips slightly raised.

"Why, you don't have the resolve and decide not to continue reading?"

"Let's go."

Jing Yan put down the teacup in his hand, calmed himself down, and slowly stood up.

"I hope you can come up with evidence that can convince me."

"of course."

Ji Qixue smiled.

"I hope you won't be too surprised."

......

......

Ji Qixue pushed open the door.

The passage outside, covered by black fog, was revealed. It was the road leading to the banquet hall, where Wen Youqing had once been unconscious.

There is a secret door in the room, hidden in the dark fog. Even if you use spiritual sense to explore, you cannot find the location of the room clearly.

"What is this?" Jing Yan asked.

"A room for telling stories."

Ji Qixue took a step forward: "Yesterday I told little sister Wen Youqing a story about an apprentice, and now, I will tell you a story about a master."

"So I'll be unconscious afterwards too?"

Jing Yan asked cautiously. He didn't know what Ji Qixue was up to, so he naturally had to be careful with everything.

"Do not."

Ji Qixue shook her head: "It's different from the story that Wen Youqing saw. This time, I will listen to this story with you, and I need to explain some of it to you."

She took a step forward, came to Jingyan's side, and stretched out her hand.

"So, you have to stay with me and don't get lost."

Looking at Ji Qixue's outstretched hand, Jing Yan blinked doubtfully and asked, "What do you need?"

"Fool."

Ji Qixue shook her head in distress: "The girl has already taken the initiative to extend her hand, and you don't know how to hold her hand?"

The sutra says: "......"

"That's quite a man."

Ji Qixue sighed and held Jingyan's hand: "It's not that I want to take advantage of you, but if you are alone, your perspective may be diverted to some strange places, like becoming a kindergarten teacher teaching children to read... In that case, you won't be able to clearly see everything I want you to see, so hold my hand tightly."

Ji Qixue said seriously: "Don't get lost."

Although Ji Qixue has no cultivation.

But for some reason, Jing Yan couldn't break free from her hand. Her fingers were very delicate, just like her, icy cold, yet warm from time to time - Ji Qixue was so unpredictable.

"Tsk, I have to say this, this is the first time in my life that I've held a man's hand."

Although Ji Qixue said this, she still held Jingyan's hand and led him forward.