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

Jing Yan sighed: "If you had just glanced at my sword heart, the atmosphere wouldn't be so awkward now."

"what?"

Tang Jiusheng was puzzled and used his skills to look at Jingyan's sword heart.

I saw that the sword heart was restored to its original state, and the original broken cracks were mostly repaired, leaving only some small gaps that were invisible to the naked eye and were constantly filling.

"Oh my god!" Tang Jiusheng said in shock, "When did you forcibly dig out a genius's sword heart? Which sect did you dig it from? Did you hide your identity well when you did it? Do you need me to silence you?!"

The scripture says: “???”

"Take a good look, this is my former sword heart." Jing Yan said helplessly: "Master gave me a sword pool token a long time ago."

"Does Yun Su have the money to buy Jianchi's token?" Tang Jiusheng asked doubtfully, "How many sect spirit stones has she embezzled over the years?"

"You old man deserve a beating, don't you?" Hearing someone slander him like that, Yun Su got anxious: "That originally belonged to me, I'm suing you for defamation!"

"what?"

Tang Jiusheng blinked: "Where did you get it?"

"It was passed down from my ancestors! It has been in my storage bag all along." Yun Su explained.

She really didn't lie. Although she didn't know where this token came from, she found this token in her storage bag as soon as Yun Su could remember. However, she didn't need this kind of external force at that time, so she simply put it aside and didn't pay attention to it, and then she forgot about it.

It was not until Jingyan's swordsmanship was damaged that Yunsu, who was desperate and trying every possible means, remembered this matter.

"Good good."

Tang Jiusheng smiled happily and said, "That's good. Jingyan, it is said that the Holy Son of the God Clan who is going to fight with you is a disciple of the God King Hongjun. I wonder how confident you are in winning glory for Qiu Shui this time!"

"God King Hongjun?" Yun Su was stunned when he heard the name.

"Why, have you heard of this name?" Tang Jiusheng asked, "This God King is the ruler of the God Clan today. It is said that he was born in ancient times and is the only ancient God alive today. Don't call me Lao Bi Deng in the future. I know all your private names. Please give this title to him in the future."

Yun Su's heart beat faster. After searching his memory, he still couldn't remember the name.

So she shook her head: "I'm really not familiar with him."

"Yeah, you're probably not that old."

Tang Jiusheng shook his head and continued to look at Jing Yan.

"Just grasp it..."

Jing Yan shook his head: "I don't know, but I have to take the final step to repair Jian Xin now. If you want to reminisce about the past, can you please stay away from me?"

"That's it."

After all, Yun Su and Tang Jiu Sheng are both cultivators in the Mahayana stage. Staying with Jing Yan would only unconsciously usurp the spiritual energy around him, causing accidents in his practice.

So, they all retreated in unison.

When the surroundings were quiet, Jing Yan looked at the broken sword in his hand, which had been almost repaired.

At this moment, the broken sword, which was once riddled with holes, regained its former sharpness, and the ancient ink-colored sword body exuded an incomparably sharp sword energy.

But that's not the most important thing.

But when Jing Yan held the sword, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity.

He felt an unprecedented... manipulation of fate.

Or in other words...the cycle of fate.

He turned the sword over, only to find that a word he had never noticed appeared on the originally bare hilt.

"Stay."

The sutra said softly.

He put all his spiritual consciousness into the ancient ink-colored sword in his hand, and suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that his body was connected with countless red threads.

For some reason, a word he had never heard of suddenly popped up in his mind.

The thread of fate.

He looked at the other end of the red line, only to find that there was no end.

He walked along the red line for an unknown amount of time before he stopped.

In front of him, a door filled with bright white light came into view, but strangely, the door was closed, but the red line on Jing Yan's body penetrated the bright white door and reached the other end of the door.

"Push it away."

"Push it away."

"Push it away..."

There was a voice whispering in Jingyan's mind.

It seemed to be telling him that if he opened this door, he would be able to see the other end of his destiny, that person whom he would never have met in his life, and change some... established things?

"A divine destiny connects you and me."

Jing Yan felt the fluctuation of fate, raised the corner of his mouth, and resolutely pushed open the door...a door that he could never open in the original world line.

It is a slowly flowing river of time.

110. Fate connects you and me (Fifth update)

Sky Fox tribe, sacrificial day.

On top of the ancestral tree, Yun Ling'er lay bored on the fence of the sacrificial pavilion, looking down at everything below from a height of thousands of feet.

The fog was unusually heavy today, so heavy that she could not clearly see the buildings of the Sky Fox Clan. The fog was sometimes thin and sometimes thick, and she could only occasionally see the fiery red shadow through the thin clouds.

That’s a maple leaf…Yun Ling’er thought so.

She was taught a few days ago how to complete the ritual as a goddess, but it was a pity that she did not have the opportunity to take Master Sword Spirit to see what she thought was the most beautiful scenery in Qiu Shui.

She saw that scenery by chance when she was a child and remembered it for the rest of her life. Every autumn, she would go to the same hill and enjoy the magnificent view at dusk.

How she wanted to share that magnificent view with Master Sword Spirit.

But it doesn't matter. She entrusted this matter to Sister Zi'er. Although Sister Zi'er looked impatient when she returned the sword and said that she shouldn't do such inexplicable things next time, but based on Sister Zi'er's proud and proud personality, she will definitely do a good job...right?

Even if she messed up, she still had a chance. After today's memorial day was over, she would be free!

At that time, she can personally accompany Master Sword Spirit to appreciate the sunset.

Yun Ling'er thought so and looked at the ancient ink-colored sword placed in the sacrificial pavilion.

Unfortunately, today is not the day to talk to Mr. Sword Spirit.

Otherwise, she must let Mr. Jianling see how beautiful she would look after she officially put on the goddess's costume.

Looking at the figure reflected in the bronze mirror, Yun Ling'er couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, under the cover of makeup, she has lost her original girlish immaturity, and the girl seems to have grown up overnight.

Her long silver-white hair fell like flowing light, half covering her amber eyes, which were full of indifference and holiness, like a goddess who had truly fallen into the mortal world but was not stained by the dust at all.

The dress embroidered with bright red satin fell from the girl's shoulders, covering her delicate body. The hem of her skirt was scattered on the straw mat like scattered, brightly colored petals.

The girl's white jade-like feet stepped on the carefully braided carpet. She slowly raised her hand and touched her crystal-like lips.

Yun Ling'er was also amazed at herself at this moment.

She held her own ancient ink-colored sword in her arms.

In fact, young girls rarely have anything that truly belongs to them.

The Sky Fox Clan is a united tribe. Within the tribe, there is no distinction between you and me. Even the hall where Yun Ling'er lives was allocated to her by the clan leader.

She didn't even have parents of her own - her parents died at the hands of the pursuing gods while they were protecting the migration of the Sky Fox Clan.

Therefore, when she learned that Jing'er and Sister Zi'er could not see the Sword Spirit Master, an inexplicable possessive desire arose in her heart.

This is her unique master.

Although she had never seen her master's face, Yun Ling'er had seen his figure when dancing with a sword, and she still remembered it vividly.

In fact, she didn't pay much attention to how the Sword Spirit Master danced with the sword. She just stared at the figure who was cutting through the wind and snow in a daze. When she came to her senses, that set of sword techniques was inexplicably imprinted in her mind and she could not forget it.

Yun Ling'er really enjoys the days with Mr. Jian Ling by her side. She doesn't even envy Sister Jing'er and Sister Zi'er anymore.

Although they have immortal swords and emperors' swords, Yun Ling'er also has her own sword, a sword that belongs to her alone.

Thinking of this, Yun Ling'er returned to the pavilion on the top of a thousand-foot-high mountain, leaned against the fence, and looked down.

The clouds are still there, but I can't see clearly.

She was waiting for the ceremony to begin.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the clear sound of a bell pierced the sky. Yun Ling'er was shocked and sat upright in the sacrificial temple.

Although she is usually a little bit temperamental, she never dares to be negligent when it comes to serious matters.

After all, I heard from the tribe leader that she was not only offering sacrifices to the ancestors, but also to the deceased members of the Sky Fox tribe.

On this day, all worshippers will appear in the sea of ​​clouds, and the goddess will pray for blessings from them.

Yun Ling'er wanted to see her parents, just once. She wanted to see whether she looked more like her mother or her father, to satisfy her innocent curiosity.

"Boom!"

The second bell rang.

Yun Ling'er clenched her palms and sat more upright.

She knew that when the third bell rang, it would herald the official start of the festival.

The girl held her breath, waiting for this solemn moment that only happens once in a lifetime.

"Boom!"

The third bell rang.

Yun Ling'er stood up, bowed respectfully to the ancestral tree, and brought the prepared offerings to the altar.

She bowed her head reverently, praying for the blessing and protection of her ancestors, and wishing the Sky Fox Clan good health and success in the new year.

After finishing everything, she came to the pavilion and looked at the endless floating clouds, searching for her parents.

"Boom!"

The fourth bell rang.

Yun Ling'er was stunned for a moment. The elder who taught her the ritual had never taught her what to do when the fourth bell rang.

She had never heard of the fourth bell ringing on the day of the festival.

She was at a loss for a moment.

"Boom!"

But the bell ringing did not stop because of the girl's confusion. Instead, it became more and more intense and louder.

Fifth tone.

"Boom!"

Sixth tone.

"Boom!"

The seventh tone.

As the bells continued to ring, the girl who had been standing still seemed to realize something, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

Because she had heard the patriarch say something.

When the clan bell rings nine times, it means that the Sky Fox clan... is facing the crisis and tragedy of genocide.

"Boom!"

The eighth bell rang.

Yun Ling'er's hands were shaking constantly. She lowered her head towards the altar of the ancestral tree, hoping that the ninth bell would not ring again.

She stopped being willful, stopped peeking at her parents, and stopped causing trouble for the geese at Grandma Wang's house... The girl made vows desperately, praying that the heavens would be kind to her for once.