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

Wen Youqing looked at the purple-robed archbishop who had tasted power, and at the scattered demon cult wailing helplessly, and only then did a hint of satisfaction appear in her eyes.

Revenge does not mean death.

Instead, it destroys the things that the other person cares about most, bit by bit.

What the Yellow Robe Bishop cares about most is perhaps not the Demon Cult or the Nanposo Continent, but power and desire - after tasting everything, everything is destroyed in the blink of an eye. This feeling of loss and gain will drive a person crazy.

That's what Wen Youqing is like.

She had tasted the warmth, but someone didn't care and extinguished the light. The feeling of loss and gain drove Wen Youqing crazy.

It was only the desire for revenge that kept her alive.

Finally, a fire broke out in the Demon Palace. In the fire, Wen Youqing's sword pierced the chest of the purple-robed archbishop. In the other's confused and frightened eyes, she slowly walked out of the raging fire alone.

She is not on the run.

Looking for my own home.

She walked out of the Demon Palace slowly by herself, wearing the Pope's robe and the Pope's crown on her head. She turned around and looked at the burning gray mist floating over the entire Demon Palace. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly and there was a gleam of light in her eyes.

The God Clan's army stared at her warily. Surrounding her, the God Clan's general stared at Wen Youqing and stretched out his hand, signaling the army to make way for her.

Wen Youqing didn't say anything, she just kept walking forward.

Go a long way.

The God's army followed behind her, looking at her vigilantly.

Eventually, she returned home.

That was Jingyan’s former private school. Now, no one knew how much time had passed, but the dust and stains had eroded it beyond recognition.

Wen Youqing blinked, as if he had something to do.

The well at the door was a bit old, and Wen Youqing had been drawing water from it for a long time. Just like when she was a child, she picked up a rag, dipped it in clean water, and cleaned the house in front of her bit by bit.

The Protoss army outside, who were on high alert, looked at her in confusion.

Wen Youqing was so meticulous that he cleaned the house carefully without leaving a trace of dust.

At last.

She is tired.

She sat on the bamboo chair at the door of the room, which was where Jingyan used to sit for the longest time.

She stayed there for a long time, listening to the still familiar sound of the evening breeze, and drew her sword.

Closed his eyes.

The sword pierced her heart and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, but there was a smile on her mouth that would not disappear.

"Master."

"I'm here to accompany you."

.......

......

“Is this the wonderful memory you cultivated?”

Ji Qixue patted Jingyan's head angrily: "Remember, you are raising a disciple, not a big devil."

"She can even bring down the entire Demon Cult. To be honest, I am completely stunned. After all, I am the former Pope. I, Ji Qixue, hereby issue a real-name condemnation!"

Ji Qixue stared at Jing Yan and said seriously.

"Well, you know, this is all fake."

Jing Yan was silent for a long time. Even Ji Qixue didn’t know what Jing Yan was thinking. He was always gentle and smiling before.

But at this moment, he lowered his head, his expression looked...

It's so sad.

He murmured in a low voice:

"Is it necessary... to do so much?"

He was not doubtful, but asking a rhetorical question. He was asking himself, if the roles were reversed, would he be able to give as much as Wen Youqing did?

"Okay, okay, now is not the time to be sentimental."

Ji Qixue clapped her hands and said with some concern: "You forgot that this is just a possibility in history. Everything is false. Don't immerse yourself in it."

"Yes."

Jing Yan rubbed his head, sighed, and raised his head again.

"One more time?"

"Hey, you just died once, do you want to take a rest? Your body and soul can't stand such a high frequency..."

Ji Qixue looked at Jingyan and began to persuade him.

"no need."

Jingyan shook his head.

"I only gave a little, but she gave everything. Although what she did was not right, it was all because of me - her whole world was fake, even me."

"Let's do it again, no matter how many times--"

"I will give her a happy ending."

"Even if it's false beauty."

289. Bury everything in the wind and sand

"..."

Ji Qixue looked at the scriptures.

His expression at first was one of confusion, but after he finished speaking, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Ok."

She spread her hands, looked at Jing Yan with her beautiful eyes, and said softly: "Since you have decided this, I can't say anything more."

She wished: "May you bring the Mad Pope a beautiful dream without tragedy."

"I will."

Jing Yan stood up, looked at the star mist in front of him, and asked Ji Qixue: "How can I try again now? Go in again? Do I have to start all over again?"

"Do not."

Ji Qixue shook her head: "You can enter a certain moment that happened before and try more ways to modify the development of things - at any time."

"That is to say, I can even go back to the moment when I opened the door for the yellow-robed bishop?"

"That's right." Ji Qixue nodded.

"Then I understand."

Jing Yan began to think.

He was thinking about how to change things, how to get Wen Youqing away from his originally predetermined fate.

"Cough cough."

At this moment, Ji Qixue cleared her throat and said to Jing Yan, "As a bystander, I have a few suggestions. I wonder if you would like to listen to them."

"You say." Jing Yan raised his head, looked at Ji Qixue, and said seriously:

"first."

Ji Qixue spoke softly:

"Without your interference, the original history would have developed normally. But when you went in and modified certain fragments, causing history to not continue in the established direction, the world will want to eliminate you."

"Without any cultivation, you don't have the ability to resist it."

"For example: In normal history, the person who came to look for Wen Youqing was a kind old man in a yellow robe. But because of your interference, the kind old man in the imperial robe was replaced by an ambitious bishop. This is a change in the world's will to target you."

“Why is it targeting me?”

Jing Yan frowned and asked Ji Qixue for advice.

"Idiot, you have kidnapped Wen Youqing, who is the next Pope of the Demon Cult. If she cannot become the Pope because of your behavior, how chaotic will the entire history be?" Ji Qixue glanced at Jing Yan: "Who knows what more chaotic plot will appear? Maybe the Shenzhou Continent will be sunk."

"So, in order to prevent a bigger mess, the world will can only eliminate you, a small source of trouble, first. Is this something that is easy to understand?"

"understood."

Jing Yan rubbed his forehead and said, "In other words, under the interference of the world's will, Wen Youqing must become the Pope, and anyone who obstructs it will be eliminated by it?"

"Hmm." Ji Qixue nodded: "Unless you have the ability to resist the will of the world, but that at least requires the ability to attract the cultivation of Tianmen."

Ji Qixue sighed: "Besides, your starting point in the Star Mist is just an ordinary person. Even if you want to practice, you have to start from scratch. This option is just a dream."

"So, I just have to keep trying?"

Jingyan sighed.

"What else? Do you think this is something simple?"

Ji Qixue knocked on Jingyan's head and said, "Since you don't need to rest, let's hurry up and start the next time. You better hold on for a while longer and don't die too quickly."

"You think I want to die..."

Jing Yan sighed and looked at the starry mist in front of him.

Walked into it again.

......

......

Holy City, a suburb far away from the main city.

There was a wanted list with a bounty posted at the city gate, with the portraits of the two girls occupying a relatively large space, and their crimes of assassinating the Pope were listed below.

Wen Youqing and Ji Siye stopped and looked.

"When did I become a God Clan assassin?"

Wen Youqing had changed her appearance and looked taller and more mature. She frowned slightly, "Even my life story was fabricated. I learned assassination techniques in Northern Juluzhou since I was young and I'm a saint of the God Clan... These are all so weird."

Wen Youqing crossed his arms and angrily scolded, "Besides, I am so ugly in this portrait! I don't look very smart - I am obviously born beautiful, is there something wrong with the vision of your Nanposozhou painters?"

“I think they are quite similar.”

Ji Qixue raised the corner of her mouth and said, "It fits your silly personality very well."

"Damn it, you......"

Wen Youqing was about to teach Ji Qixue a lesson, but she covered her mouth and whispered, "Don't forget, we are still wanted. If you don't want to be locked up in a small dark room, it's best not to attract attention."

"Woo-"

Wen Youqing struggled to break free from Ji Siye's restraints. She stared at the woman in front of her with her beautiful eyes, and finally restrained herself a little under the puzzled gaze of the guards beside her.

"So, I followed you back to the Holy City. What are you going to do now?"

Wen Youqing said to Ji Siye in an unhappy tone: "I really don't understand why you came all the way here to send someone to his death. It's obviously a better choice to go north across the fjord and return to Qiushui."

Ji Siye was silent for a moment and whispered softly.

"Qiu Shui is your home, not mine."

Wen Youqing: “….”

She sighed: "You guy... Forget it, just assume that I am crazy and I am going crazy with you. What are you going to do now?"

"Of course we are going back to the Demon Palace. We have only checked the crime scene. This time I plan to check the Pope's room to see if there are any clues."

Ji Siye said seriously: "Although Ji Qixue is a careful person, since she is planning such a big thing, she will definitely leave some traces. I don't believe she won't leave any clues at all."

"It sounds like a perfect plan that can be imprisoned but not imprisoned."

Wen Youqing glanced at Ji Qixue's head worriedly to see if there was a piece of her cerebellum missing. She had just escaped from the Demon Palace, but she was in a hurry to return.