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

Although this body was extremely fragile, it did not prevent him from perfecting his swordsmanship in his mind. Moreover, apart from his highly cultivated body, he had some unique understanding of swordsmanship as a mortal.

He tilted his head and asked Ji Qixue, "Why can't I practice cultivation in this body?"

"From my observation, it's probably because his meridians were slightly damaged when he was born." Ji Qixue looked at Jing Yan and blinked: "I know what you are thinking. Are you thinking that it would be great if you could cultivate? I considered the possibility of cultivation from the beginning."

She continued, trying to dispel Jing Yan's unrealistic idea.

"First of all, the meridians in your body are not suitable for cultivation. You have to start from the Qi training again. The world will not let you practice. It will arrange various "accidents" to induce the successful cultivators in Nanposo Continent to "accidentally" destroy your plan - or threaten your life, or stop your cultivation. In the final analysis, it is too difficult."

"In fact, it has only been a dozen years since you met Wen Youqing. During this time, your cultivation must have reached at least the late Mahayana stage to resist the 'accident' that the world's will tried to stop you."

She glanced at the scripture and said, "In a dozen years, from a mortal to the late Mahayana stage, are you crazy or am I crazy?"

Jing Yan did not refute Ji Qixue, he just nodded, and he also understood this point.

To cultivate immortality is to defy fate and change one's destiny.

In reality, he had reached the state of incarnation at the age of less than 30, and his cultivation was extremely fast on the mainland, but that was also the result of more than 20 years of practice.

Over ten years.

Don’t forget that above the transformation of the spirit, there are two more realms, refining the void and integrating the Dao, before one can reach the threshold of Mahayana.

"Maybe I can't do it now, but if I..."

Jing Yan had just said half of his words when he suddenly felt a slight palpitation in his heart, and his instinct subconsciously made him lean back.

"Shh-"

A sharp flying sword pierced through the wooden door and passed dangerously in front of Jingyan. If he had not retreated just now, the sharp sword alone would have taken his life.

Jing Yan let out a breath and looked carefully, only to see an assassin in black lurking on the eaves. His actions just now had obviously surprised the other party.

He didn't expect that the other party, a mortal, could actually dodge his sneak attack.

Having been discovered by the other party at this time, the assassin spoke softly and used all his strength in an instant.

"Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame your apprentice of the Pope. Someone wanted to take revenge on her, but didn't dare, so he chose to take revenge on you."

He believed that a mere mortal had no ability to survive his assassination, so he rarely said a few more words.

"Hey."

There was no fear in Jingyan's eyes, only relief.

He murmured softly, as if talking to himself.

"How come it's so fast?"

"The good news is that he is a cultivator with a fairly high level of cultivation, but his swordsmanship is a bit crude. The bad news is that even if I use the sword poorly, I have no power to resist and I am doomed."

"Okay, okay, I'm not afraid. And I know you'll be with me even if I die."

There was some confusion in the assassin's eyes. He had not expected that the master of the famous Pope Wen Youqing was actually a lunatic. He was talking nonsense and looked abnormal at first glance.

Let's finish the mission quickly, after all...the person who sent him here is not someone to be trifled with.

Thinking this, he swung his sword.

.......

.......

The candle flames emitted smoke.

Wen Youqing was reviewing memorials to the emperor. The war on the northern front was beginning to show results, and at least she didn't have to fight in the battle herself.

She plans to take a break from her busy schedule and visit her master tomorrow. It has been two months since she last went to her master's courtyard, and she has not had any free time during this period.

She raised her brows and looked at the bright moon outside the window, but for some reason, her heart suddenly twitched, as if something precious had been taken away.

At this moment, Pope Wen Youqing was a little uneasy. She stood up and paced back and forth.

But suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the house. Only her trusted guards were qualified to pace around the palace so undisguisedly.

"Report to the Pope——"

The visitor was in a panic, and the guard knelt in front of Ji Qixue with a trembling voice.

Worried that the Pope might not be able to bear it, the Guards hesitated at this moment.

Wen Youqing's face was a little pale. She didn't know why, but her heart was very frightened at this moment.

"explain."

She said slowly, as if wondering if she would regret hearing this news.

"Your Holiness, your master... has passed away."

Wen Youqing's delicate face suddenly lost all color and became even paler. Her body even shook a little.

I don't know how long it took before she slowly spoke.

The tone was so cold.

"Who did it?"

"Report, after investigation, it is the power of...... aristocratic family."

"Oh."

Wen Youqing waved his hand.

He sat on the ground blankly, his eyes were so empty.

Did she cry? She must have cried, but she didn't even realize it.

Only when the bright moon dimmed did Wen Youqing slowly raise his head.

He raised his eyes, which were slightly red but filled with anger and murderous intent.

History has not changed.

The Mad Pope showed up again.

292. One more time

The flesh brings some pain.

But more pain came from the soul. The tearing feeling came like a tide, making Jing Yan feel suffocated.

He propped up his arms, sat up from the ground, and rubbed his aching forehead.

"Ji Qixue?"

he asked softly.

There was no response for a long time. A strange atmosphere flowed in the air. The stars and the mist were surging, and only silence remained.

"Ji Qixue?"

Feeling a little uneasy, Jing Yan spoke again, raising his voice.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? It's so noisy!" Ji Qixue frowned and appeared beside Jing Yan.

But at this moment, her arms were shaking slightly uncontrollably. She grabbed her arms and put them behind her back, not wanting Jing Yan to see them.

She raised her eyebrows: "What? We just haven't seen each other for a while. Is it necessary to miss me so much?"

"Just a little bit uneasy."

Jing Yan rubbed his forehead and asked, "If I die in the star mist, will you be retaliated?"

"How is that possible?" Ji Qixue blinked and pretended to be surprised and said, "It was you who died, not me, why should I be upset......"

"That's good."

"I was wondering, you are just an ordinary person's body now, can you bear that kind of pain?"

Jing Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad you're okay."

"Who are you looking down on? Just sprinkle some water." Ji Qixue pursed her lips. "Besides, you don't have to care about me. If I had a problem, I wouldn't take risks with you. You think I'm too 'selfless'. I have my own purpose for everything I do... Anyway, you don't have to care about me."

"That's a bit harsh."

"I'm just a mean woman, that's all."

"Ok."

Jing Yan spread his hands and said, "What happened next this time?"

"Let me help you take a look."

Ji Qixue mobilized the star mist in front of him, and pieces of history emerged in Jingyan's eyes.

She soon found the follow-up to the previous one—

That was the burning Nanposo Continent. Wen Youqing was standing in the sunset with a sword in his hand and covered in blood.

Around her, there were several Mahayana monks floating, and even the leader of the royal guard who was originally loyal to her joined the crusade against her. The enemy she faced was not the way of heaven, not the gods, but the devil cult and the church.

The person the Holy See is trying its best to fight against is actually its own Pope. Isn't this a joke?

Wen Youqing's eyes reflected the powerful monks in the sky, her dark eyes were full of mockery. She wiped the blood off her sword, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Is this what you call 'loyalty'?"

"You went too far!"

Someone responded to her, angrily saying: "Not everyone is guilty, and not everyone participated in the plot to assassinate your master. You actually slaughtered hundreds of thousands of disciples from noble families just for a mortal. How many innocent people were there among them? Wen Youqing, are you worthy of being called the Pope?!"

"Oh."

Wen Youqing just smiled faintly, as if he didn't take the man's words to heart at all.

"I just feel a little regretful..."

She murmured softly, "Too few have been killed."

"Crazy, crazy, Wen Youqing, you are crazy!"

Someone's eyes were filled with fear: "Don't you think you've killed enough people?"

"It doesn't matter."

Wen Youqing chuckled.

"The moment my master died, nothing mattered anymore."

She raised the sword in her hand, and the sunset glow in the sky was reflected as if it was bathed in blood. Her long ink-black hair fluttered in the wind like a witch.

"Nothing matters anymore."

She repeated it, smiled calmly, and swung the sword in her hand.

........

Ji Qixue turned her head and looked at Jing Yan, who was pursing his lips with a complicated look in his eyes, and asked, "Do you think this is a good ending?"

Jing Yan shook his head: "What about the follow-up?"

"Even if the Mad Pope was at his peak, he couldn't resist so many monks. The Demon Cult's background is more profound than you think." Ji Qixue said softly, "She should have no chance of survival."

"Did i do something wrong?"

Jing Yan's eyes were somewhat confused: "Is the way I teach my apprentice wrong?"

"You're not wrong." Ji Qixue shook her head: "You're just too good, so good that you can become a beam of light in the endless darkness. Some people look towards the direction of the light and use it as a guiding light. When the light goes out, they will lose their way."

"......"

Jing Yan was silent for a moment.

"Let's do it again."

He looked at Ji Qixue and said, "Let's do it again."

"Hey, hey, hey, you just came back to life, why are you in such a hurry to die?" Ji Qixue covered her forehead and asked helplessly, "Have you already thought about how to deal with the inevitable death?"

"No."

Jing Yan shook his head: "But you have to try, there will always be a chance."

"I don't know whether to say you are careless or that you have a problem with your brain."