Chapter 81
She was just a high school student, a mere 16-year-old girl, with a bright future ahead of her.
How could she possibly die here before even flying through the skies on a sword?
“Mew~~”
The soft meow of a cat startled Lin Lingling for a moment.
She blinked and noticed that the black cat had come quite close.
Then...
Slurp!
Lin Lingling's eyes widened in shock.
Lick?!
That big monster was actually licking her!
She rolled her eyes back and nearly fainted again.
“Hey, you’re awake!”
A strikingly handsome face appeared in her line of sight.
Chen Huai'an looked at the big cat licking Lin Lingling's face and couldn't help but smile like a proud aunt: “Looks like the big guy really likes you. It never licks my face.”
Lin Lingling was stunned: What the heck? This big monster is called... called what? Ba Ji?!
Ba Ji shivered all over: Lick the big shot's face? This must be a trap! I want to live a few more days; I absolutely cannot fall for it!!
“Thank you for saving me...” Lin Lingling gazed at Chen Huai'an's dazzling face, her mind a complete mess.
With her body feeling unwell, speaking was a struggle, so she decided to close her eyes and clear her thoughts. She needed a moment to sort through everything.
“No need to thank me; the ambulance is on its way.” Just as Chen Huai'an finished speaking, a group of doctors rushed in, accompanied by hotel staff, and swiftly lifted Lin Lingling onto a stretcher.
Seeing this, the tense Ba Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Get out of here!
And never come back!
...
It wasn't until she was loaded into the ambulance that Lin Lingling's mind began to clear a bit.
She still didn't understand the relationship between Chen Huai'an and Ba Ji.
But one thing was certain.
Chen Huai'an was not a villain.
Perhaps the talismans on Chen Huai'an were related to that cat demon?
In the Demon-Slaying Division, there were indeed those who formed contracts with demons to gain powerful abilities; such cases were not uncommon.
Wait! She suddenly remembered!
Her blood might be tracked by those cat demons!!!
This is bad!
Lin Lingling struggled to sit up, just about to warn Chen Huai'an.
But in the next moment, the nurses on either side pressed her back down, and a breathing mask was placed over her face, instantly silencing her.
“The patient's condition is critical; she’s having seizures! We need to rush her back for emergency treatment!”
The doctor’s serious command rang out.
The ambulance sped away like a bolt of lightning.
Lying on the stretcher, Lin Lingling stared at the pale ceiling, a single tear of regret slipping from the corner of her eye.
‘Big shot, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...’
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Chapter 86: The Love Brain of the Heart's Desire
“Disciple of Wan Jian Peak, Li Qingran requests an audience!”
Before the tightly shut door of the Scripture Pavilion, Li Qingran cupped her hands in salute.
Having learned from the experience at the ancestral hall, she dared not underestimate this place, even if the Scripture Pavilion was more dilapidated than the ancestral hall. Or perhaps, could it be that the more worn-down a place in the Sword Pavilion, the more mysterious it was?
“Wan Jian Peak? It’s been a while since I’ve heard from a disciple from there.”
“Come in.”
With a loud thud, the wooden door of the Scripture Pavilion slammed open, revealing an elderly voice from within.
Li Qingran paused for a moment, looking at the door on the ground, then stepped up the stairs into the Scripture Pavilion.
Since she was in the Sword Pavilion, she had to gradually get used to these strange places.
So what if the door opened downwards? As long as it opened, that was enough.
The light inside the Scripture Pavilion was dim, but an elderly man with white hair stood out.
He was positioned in the main hall, wearing a dark green robe, his shadow stretching into the darkness behind him. His hair was tied back in a ponytail, and his narrow eyes were sharp as an eagle's. One eye was covered by a patch, while the other had a tiny pupil, with the white of his eye taking up most of it. Coupled with his deep-set eyes and aged features, he gave off a fierce aura.
Li Qingran bowed again, and as she lowered her head, she noticed that the old man was not carrying a sword but rather a gnarled wooden branch at his waist.
“I am Jiong Yuanmo, the elder stationed at the Scripture Pavilion. I usually do not teach in the square; you may call me Elder Jiong.”
“Elder Jiong.”
“Hmm.” Jiong Yuanmo clasped his hands behind his back and nodded: “Since you’re here at the Scripture Pavilion, you must abide by its rules. You may freely enter the first and second floors, but from the third floor onward, you will need to pass the Sword Heart interrogation to proceed. If you truly cannot find a suitable technique, you may ask me for a recommendation, but each person only has one chance for a recommendation.”
Without a second thought, Li Qingran replied to Jiong Yuanmo:
“Elder Jiong, I’m looking for a detoxification pill formula, preferably one that can counteract any poison. Do you have any recommendations?”
Jiong Yuanmo raised an eyebrow, his expression darkening:
“You came to the Sword Pavilion’s Scripture Pavilion to look for a pill formula?
Are you really willing to waste three precious recommendation chances just for that?”
Under his piercing gaze, Li Qingran felt a bit uneasy but steeled herself to say, “Yes, I want to help my master with his poisoning…”
“Is your master not from the Sword Pavilion? Who is he?”
“My master was once the Supreme Elder of the Sword Pavilion.”
“What?!” Jiong Yuanmo’s voice involuntarily rose several octaves.
Li Qingran replied honestly, “I’ve already confirmed with the sect leader. My master was the first generation peak master of Wan Jian Peak, named Chen Huai'an, but he left the Sword Pavilion many years ago to travel. Even the sect leader has a vague impression of him, but he did find his name on the ancestral hall’s tablet.”
“I see. So he is the one who inscribed the stone tablet at Wan Jian Peak?”
“Exactly.”
Upon hearing this, Jiong Yuanmo’s displeasure eased considerably.
His earlier annoyance stemmed from suspecting that this disciple might be manipulated by someone with ulterior motives.
After all, the Scripture Pavilion of the Sword Pavilion was indeed the place with the most ancient texts and scriptures in the Cangyun Realm, aside from the sacred grounds.
Moreover, the Scripture Pavilion was open to all Sword Pavilion disciples. Even if a disciple had another master outside, as long as they passed the Scripture Pavilion’s assessment, they could learn the techniques within. Even if they later withdrew from the Sword Pavilion, they wouldn’t be pursued.
Such incidents had occurred in the past.
Other sects had sent disciples to the Sword Pavilion’s Scripture Pavilion to steal techniques, only to find excuses to withdraw afterward.
Although the sect leader, Su Qinian, didn’t care much about such matters.
He cared deeply!
Especially when these thieving disciples wanted to use their precious recommendation slots to have him tailor a technique for them.
Only to find a suitable one and then withdraw from the sect.
Such behavior was utterly disgusting!
Hearing that Li Qingran’s master was once the Supreme Elder of the Sword Pavilion, Jiong Yuanmo’s expression grew more serious and solemn.
He had no doubts about Li Qingran’s words; who would dare to lie using the sect leader as a pretext?
Not to mention, his eyes were still sharp! He could tell at a glance whether a disciple was lying.
At this moment, in Jiong Yuanmo’s eyes, Li Qingran had transformed from a potential thief into a devoted disciple honoring her master.
“Wait a moment; let me think.”
Jiong Yuanmo returned to the cushion in the main hall, closed his eyes, and sat cross-legged.
Li Qingran didn’t wander around but obediently stood by the wall, waiting.
After a short while, the entire Scripture Pavilion suddenly shook. Li Qingran saw a strong wind whip up outside, leaves swirling at the entrance, and countless chaotic scrolls and shadows appeared around Jiong Yuanmo. Following that, a faint golden figure resembling Jiong Yuanmo floated out from above his head, and those scrolls began to rise, swirling around the golden figure in a wild dance.
“Is that the Yang Spirit leaving the body?” Li Qingran blinked, murmuring to herself.
This Elder Jiong was quite the expert.
Only cultivators at the Transformation Stage could achieve the Yang Spirit leaving the body.
It was said that once the Yang Spirit detached from the physical body, it possessed the divine ability to perceive everything in an instant.
At this moment, Elder Jiong was using the Yang Spirit to observe and search through all the techniques in the Scripture Pavilion.
However, not just any Transformation Stage cultivator could achieve this.
Transformation was merely the threshold for the Yang Spirit to leave the body.
Those who could stabilize their exit and control it freely were, without exception, the old monsters of various sects.
After waiting for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the strange phenomena in the Scripture Pavilion gradually faded, and the wind outside began to calm down.
Jiong Yuanmo opened his eyes, a hint of fatigue flashing in the depths of his gaze.
This was his first time searching for a pill formula, and it was far more information-intensive than looking for sword manuals.
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