After My Thoughts Were Read, My Master Led Me to Change My Fate - Chapter 35

【Why did I seem to see Chu Wu on the cover just now?】

【Is that the Chu Wu?】

【Why is the demonic energy so dense inside this door? Is it not dissipating?】

【Master, don’t come over. You’re too scary, boo-hoo-hoo. Stay away from me.】

【What is the difference between this and a college employment seminar?】

【It’s just drawing empty promises after empty promises. Now that they’ve finally stopped drawing empty promises, they’re starting to lie.】

【It’s over. I can’t back out now.】

【Maybe I should just use it… Senior Sister Vermilion Bird, I’ll never say you’re truly reliable again.】

【That final landing was truly hideous, boo-hoo-hoo. My reputation as a hero of the jianghu was completely ruined just as I entered it.】

【Yin Xi!! This is all your fault!! I must investigate you thoroughly!】

【Why don’t you care about me? Why don’t you care about me? I get injured when I fight, too.】

【If you don’t care, then don’t care. That’s fine…】

Everyone saw her performance and felt anger in their hearts, but they dared not speak out, for it was true that they could not defeat her. Even if all the masters from the Human, Demon, and Fiend Clans had gathered here, they truly could not win.

The various Fiendkind gently gripped the weapons in their hands, silently swallowing their saliva.

Forget it, so what if we die.

However, the battlefield situation underwent a massive change after Ran Fanyin threw out that jade tassel. Venerable Wu Yan seemed to have suddenly become a different person. The half of her face with extremely vivid expressions became horrifyingly fierce, as if she wanted to leave.

Yet, the half-face that remained placid was still calm, even secretly exerting force, looking intent on staying here.

She was actually struggling against herself.

Everyone was slightly startled but dared not relax. They all tightly held their weapons and formed their spell incantations, waiting only for a single command to unleash them all at once, just to fight for a sliver of life.

On the other side, Ran Fanyin quietly watched the person in front of her frantically struggling against herself, while the young girl who had been standing not far away once again quietly walked behind her.

She could sense her hesitation, but it didn’t last too long. A hand silently reached out and gently gripped Ran Fanyin’s sleeve.

Ran Fanyin was still unwilling to turn around to look at her, her gaze fixed on the jade tassel that was gradually approaching Venerable Wu Yan. That woman seemed to be extremely afraid of this jade tassel and of Xiao Wanchen, who was somehow hidden within it. If so, she should also fear Ning Songwu, who was behind her, as both represented forces that terrified her.

It was fine for her to step forward; protecting her would also be… somewhat more convenient.

Time seemed to have passed in a single breath, and yet it felt like a very long time, until Wu Yan, struggling to no avail, attempted to shatter the jade tassel with a whisk of her fly brush. A graceful figure suddenly drilled out of the jade tassel, her voice leisurely—

“Old Thief Dao Cheng, do you remember me?”

Xiao Wanchen’s habitually frivolous tone was rarely serious, carrying a faint anger. She formed a seal with her hands: “You truly made me search hard for you.”

An older person in the crowd gasped, “Isn’t that the young woman who used to wander the jianghu with the Sword Immortal?”

“I didn’t expect this young woman to still be alive!”

Her voice naturally fell into Ran Fanyin’s ears, word for word. The woman’s body shook, and her expression suddenly became much more distracted.

Before she could react, the person surrounded in the center seemed to have completely given up. A whisk rolled up a thousand layers of spiritual energy and went straight for Xiao Wanchen, accompanied by the woman’s gnashing of teeth—

“You! You were indeed in the Northern Territory!”

Xiao Wanchen’s body became illusory for a moment, the spiritual energy passing straight through her, and then she gradually solidified. She stuck out her tongue, “Nyah~ Can’t hit me~”

And the other half of Venerable Wu Yan’s face, which had been perfectly placid from start to finish, finally showed an expression. She gently curved her lips, saying, “That wasn’t meant for you.”

Xiao Wanchen’s eyes narrowed, and she heard a cry of alarm from behind her—

“Ning’er!”

Everything happened too fast. When the spiritual energy rushed toward them, Ran Fanyin was still in shock over the fact that the relationship between Xiao Wanchen and Ran Quexin must have been extremely good. At this moment, no matter how she dodged, it would be impossible to avoid this attack completely unharmed. Just then, Ning Songwu suddenly increased her strength, forcefully dragging Ran Fanyin to switch places, using her own back to absorb this attack.

It was too fast. Ran Fanyin only reacted when the girl went limp in her arms.

She gently lifted her hand to stroke the girl’s back. Although her clothing was tattered, there was surprisingly no wound. However, Ning Songwu’s breathing instantly became much weaker. She leaned against her, her eyes tightly shut.

“Ning’er, Ning’er, you told me not to be angry anymore, so what are you doing now?” She frantically shook Ning Songwu.

Even with this shaking, the girl’s lips were still utterly devoid of color. There wasn’t even any fluctuation of spiritual energy around her. She just tightly closed her eyes, resting limply in Ran Fanyin’s arms, unresponsive no matter how she was shaken or called.

“Ning Songwu, you promised you would be fine!”

“Why are you causing trouble! Wake up!”

“Who told your little fragile body to rush over? Wake up, please.” Ran Fanyin’s voice was mournful, nearly pleading.

Xiao Wanchen gritted her teeth and looked at Venerable Wu Yan, coldly demanding, “What did you do?”

This time, the calm half-face answered her, saying, “A few heroes need not worry. This old one merely invited her for a chat.”

Ran Fanyin looked at her with cold eyes, a few clusters of fire gradually igniting in her pupils. She said sternly, “Release her.”

“You cannot kill this old one,” she replied calmly. “Including you, Xiao Wanchen, you alone also have no way to kill this old one, do you?”

Xiao Wanchen smiled, “That may not be so.”

“Then come and kill me. However, this old one cannot guarantee that the little hero will still be able to come out.”

The scene fell into a silent standoff.

Venerable Wu Yan smiled lightly for a change, saying, “Since a few heroes already occupy the advantage of Heaven, Earth, and Man, you must allow this old one some opportunity for sophistry.”

“No need to worry, you will meet.”

After Ning Songwu acknowledged her point of view, she would send everyone to one place for a reunion.

Ran Fanyin bit her lip harder, the hand gripping her sword losing all color, until the Cat Demon, who had barely returned to its human form, flew up to support her. Only then did she realize that the spiritual energy within her was completely chaotic, wildly rushing through her meridians.

He Lan desperately lowered her voice, “Senior Sister, relax a little, don’t let yourself suffer a zhaohuomo (qi deviation).”

“You take care of Ning’er,” Ran Fanyin said sharply, and then took a step forward, fiercely confronting that person.

On the other side, amidst a boundless expanse of white—

The attack did not hurt as much as Ning Songwu had imagined. It only made her a little dizzy and faint, causing her to keep her eyes closed for a long time to recover.

When she opened her eyes again, the scene was no longer the tense battlefield, but a space of pure, pristine white.

A woman dressed in a white Daoist robe held a whisk and gently bowed to her, saying, “Little Hero, it is our first meeting. May you be at peace.”

Ning Songwu recognized this person instantly as the hysterical Venerable Wu Yan from outside. She instinctively stumbled backward, daring not to return the bow, while muttering inwardly—

Where is this? She just hit me. How does it feel like I’ve been transported into someone’s mental space?

But not returning the bow would ultimately look bad, and the person in front of her looked like she would not get up or speak until the bow was returned. After a moment of thought, Ning Songwu returned the proper courtesy, but a spell incantation was already formed in her hand.

“Don’t do that,” the woman’s voice appeared beside her. A hand with distinct joints reached out to grasp her hand holding the spell, forcibly opening her fingers. “This old one wishes to discuss things properly with the Little Hero. It’s better to be friendly.”