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

"Back then, the Mad Pope was able to lead the incomplete Demon Cult army and push the flames of war to the border of the God Clan. If she were to take charge of an army that is now much stronger than the God Clan, what do you think the revengeful Pope Wen Youqing would do to the God Clan?"

"You mean, you want to revive the former Pope?"

"Yes."

"But you also know very well that Wen Youqing is now Wen Youqing. She is my apprentice. If you want to revive the former Pope, what about my apprentice?"

“They are a person in their own right.”

Ji Qixue smiled and said, "I just added fuel to the fire."

"Once the chess piece is placed on the chessboard, you are powerless to change it."

269. Wanted

The archbishop slowly walked out of the Demon Palace.

In fact, Ji Qixue had told him early on what she was going to do. Although the archbishop disagreed, it was the Pope's order after all.

Ji Qixue has never missed it, from the time he became the Pope a thousand years ago to now, when the era of the Pope comes to an end, not once.

So, he believed what the Pope said in his heart and decided to cooperate with her in a play.

Even if the cost of this drama is heavy for the Pope.

But in order to achieve the future she sees, these are all necessary.

However, as things stand now, everything is under the Pope's control.

"Archbishop, Sima Ming has escaped from prison."

At this moment, a guard in armor reported to the archbishop.

"How did she escape from prison?"

The archbishop frowned, sighed deeply, and then asked slowly.

"Reporting to the Archbishop, she was rescued by Qiu Shui's disciples by... digging a tunnel."

"Digging a tunnel?" The archbishop's already deeply frowned brows deepened a little. Although there was no discrepancy between what the Pope said about the future, when he heard that Ji Siye, the fearless young lady, was willing to condescend to dig a tunnel, even the calm archbishop couldn't hold back for a moment.

"That's right, Archbishop, what should we do? Miss Ji is the God of Destiny after all. If we act rashly towards her, it might cause an uprising among the people of Nanposo Continent, and then the Archbishop might be implicated."

"madness."

The archbishop snorted.

Now that he has decided to accompany the Pope in performing a play, there is no turning back. He can only go down this path until the end.

Although the Archbishop himself felt uncomfortable with what the Pope asked him to do, he had no choice but to do it.

The calm middle-aged man said:

"Pass on my order. Sima Siye, the God of Destiny, and Qiushui's disciple Wen Youqing are suspected of being involved in the assassination of the Pope. They even escaped from prison without permission. They are punishable by death."

"Now, eliminate Ji Siye's identity as Siming and put a bounty on them in the entire Nanposo Continent, regardless of life or death!"

The archbishop glanced at the Demon Palace.

At this moment, Wen Youqing and Ji Siye were among them.

The archbishop thought for a moment, pointed at the guard who had brought the news, and asked, "What is your cultivation level?"

The guard was stunned and replied, "Your Excellency the Bishop, I am not talented enough and have only just reached the Void Refining stage."

"It should be no problem to refine the Void."

The archbishop stroked his chin and thought, "Then you will lead a team of guards to check the Demon Palace for me again."

"If you find any clues, you have the priority to make the decision."

"do you understand?"

"Yes!"

......

......

The Mad Pope looked at Ji Qixue's body in front of him.

She knew very well what this look meant - it was an apology from the Demon Cult of Nanposo Continent.

Because on that rainy night, she died on the throne in this way, and now Ji Qixue gave up her cultivation in the same way. The Mad Pope was so smart, how could he not understand the other party's painstaking efforts.

A slight smile played on her lips.

but.

She has never hated the Demon Cult.

Her ending was all her own fault.

What's more, who knows how much time has passed since that rainy night, and the Pope of the Demon Cult has been replaced one after another. As for Ji Qixue today, is she really tainted with the guilt of regicide?

I guess not, the Mad Pope thinks so.

But she still did all this.

To the extent that the Mad Pope now has some self-doubt as to whether it is appropriate to call herself "Mad". The purple-haired Pope who seems to see through everything is obviously crazier than her.

This is a game.

On the chessboard, Ji Qixue was playing against the Mad Pope. Two Demon Cult Popes from different periods were sitting on both sides of the chessboard.

The Mad Pope did not make a move, but Ji Qixue was manipulating the game and forcing her to make a move.

This is... why bother?

The Mad Pope sighed.

Just then, Wen Youqing's voice came from not far away. She was talking to Ji Qixue.

"Do you still believe in your own inference now?"

Wen Youqing asked.

"Ji Qixue can't be dead, Senior Sister, you know that clearly in her previous life..."

At this moment, Ji Siye couldn't think at all. She urgently asked Wen Youqing for confirmation: "She was alive and well in her previous life, how could she die in this life? No, there must be something we missed..."

"Si Ye."

Wen Youqing interrupted Ji Siye's murmur: "You know, a lot has changed in this life, and anything can happen."

Just such a simple sentence almost stunned Ji Siye.

Yes, it is no longer the previous life. This life has changed a lot and will no longer continue along the previous trajectory.

Therefore, it is possible that Ji Qixue is really dead.

Just when Ji Siye was almost depressed, the wisdom in Wen Youqing's mind flashed again, and he added: "So, the Pope may have died here and continued to live in a mortal body."

Ji Siye: “?!”

For a moment, she seemed to wake up from a dream and seemed to understand something, but there was still one thing she couldn't figure out.

"But, why would you give up your entire cultivation bloodline?"

"Maybe he thinks you're smart. I can't fool you if I use my mortal body."

"!!!"

It's really possible!

Ji Siye looked at Wen Youqing and wondered how his stupid senior sister could have become so smart now. Could it be that his senior sister was possessed by some strange demon and all the water in her brain was sucked out?

Wen Youqing was frightened by Ji Siye's look, thinking that he had said something weird, so he quickly issued a disclaimer, spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me, I'm just guessing, I don't know if it's right."

"Senior Sister, are you really a genius?"

"Hey, why are you praising me so much? Did I really say something extraordinary?" Wen Youqing blinked: "I didn't hear you clearly just now, why don't you praise me again?"

Just as Wen Youqing's words fell.

The sound of the palace gate being pushed open came from afar, and the sound of heavy armored footsteps echoed in the palace.

Wen Youqing: “!!!”

She hurriedly asked Ji Siye beside her:

"Didn't you say that no one would come and it was a safe group? What's going on now?"

"How should I know? I was just guessing!"

Ji Siye lowered his voice and led Wen Youqing to hide quietly behind a pillar.

He stuck his head out and glanced secretly toward the gate.

"Captain, no one."

The guards who came to explore reported to a monk who looked like a royal guard.

The captain of the Royal Guard nodded and said, "Check again. If you find nothing, you can go back... Remember, check carefully."

"This is the order of the Archbishop."

Two hundred and seventy. Come and beg me.

"What do you mean?"

Jing Yan stood up and looked at Ji Qixue with a hint of anger: "Are you planning to resurrect the former Pope and take over my disciple's body?"

"Do not."

Ji Qixue said coldly: "Let me correct your two misunderstandings."

"First of all, Wen Youqing's soul and spirit have not been reincarnated, so it is reasonable that she still cannot escape the fate that the Pope should have endured in her previous life."

"Secondly, this is not possession, but completion. Only Wen Youqing whose soul is completed is Wen Youqing. Your so-called disciple is just the Pope who has lost his memory."

Her red lips slowly curled up: "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Ji Siye!"

Even with Jing Yan's good temper, he couldn't tolerate Ji Qixue's outrageous words. He took two steps forward and held Ji Qixue's collar: "My apprentice is only my apprentice, and Wen Youqing is Wen Youqing. She has her own thoughts and soul. While I am still alive, I will never let you touch her. Do you understand?"

"Haha."

Ji Qixue laughed wildly. She didn't seem to care about her former image as the Pope at all. There was a hint of teasing in her purple eyes. Perhaps she just found it interesting.

"You take such good care of your disciples. No wonder the capable and shrewd Pope Wen Youqing changed so much after losing you."

"Why, do it? I'm just an ordinary person now. Besides, no one in this place knows about it. Even if you do it, no one will hold you accountable. After all, in the eyes of everyone, Ji Qixue is already dead."

"What's the point of holding the collar? Come on, pinch here."

The tender fingers as white as jade gently grasped Jing Yan's palm, and slowly moved his fingers that were tightly bound around his collar upwards, pinching Ji Qixue's white, swan-like neck.

She was not afraid of death at all, as if making herself feel "interesting" was more important to her than anything else.

"You don't have to worry about my identity, just hold it tightly, a little harder." Some blue veins appeared on Ji Qixue's forehead, making her originally charming face look a little sick. Even though her neck was held and she couldn't breathe, the smile on her lips did not stop at all.

"After you kill me, you can still enjoy my corpse as you please, oh? Or do you have no feelings for me at all? If so, it would be a pity to waste the mortal body I worked so hard to build."

At this moment, she looked so charming.

Jing Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly. Ji Qixue's words seemed to have a charming effect. He seemed to have really seen some fantasy. Fortunately, he stabilized his spiritual sea in time and let go of his hand.

"Ji Qixue, I think you are really crazy!"

he snapped.

“Cough cough… cough cough…”

Suddenly released from suffocation, Ji Qixue couldn't help coughing dryly. She did not lie to Jing Yan. Her body was really just like that of an ordinary person. It would be easy for Jing Yan to kill her.

At this moment, her face was pale and she was breathing in big gulps of air, as if she was tangoing on the edge of death. She was just a little bit away from eternal sleep.

"Haha...why don't you use more strength? Are you scared? I actually enjoy this feeling."