After rebirth, I picked up my mortal enemy as my apprentice Chapter 091

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The sky was no longer blue, swept by an endless black tide. The sun was terrifyingly red, and its scarlet light looked like the blood shed by the gods and Buddhas in the heavens.

Rows and rows of countless tombstones stand silently on the bleak and desolate land.

At the end of this dead, broken, and desperate world, he saw the back of a person.

The man stood in front of a tombstone without any words on it, looking desolate and lonely.

“Who are you? Where is this place?” Ji Fan asked confusedly.

The man turned his head, and when their eyes made contact, he seemed to be struck by lightning, his pupils suddenly dilated and then rapidly contracted.

Countless images flowed through his mind like running water. His eyes were sometimes bright and clear as if the clouds and mist had been cleared away, and sometimes dazed and confused as if shrouded in mist.

“Who are you?” the other party asked back.

“Who am I?” The boy was confused and at a loss.

In his memory, he seemed to be a county magistrate of a small town. He was fair and strict throughout his life, never showing favoritism or bending the law. He suppressed the powerful and spoke for the people, and was hailed by the people as a just and upright official.

But in another memory, he was a landscape painter who traveled around, recorded geographical information in magazines, and wrote the Atlas of the Five Continents and Four Oceans, which was treasured and collected by the royal family and recorded in the Royal Library.

In countless memories, he was a starving person who died tragically on the road of fleeing famine, a laborer enslaved by bandits, or a magic cultivator of the Demon Sect…

The boy grabbed his scalp tightly, and his fingers seemed to be trying to dig into his forehead.

“Who am I…Who am I…” Countless fragments of memories flashed through his mind and emerged.

A green mark of strangely shaped text gradually appeared on his forehead. His breathing became heavy, and his heart began to ache as if it was strangled by lush vines. His body trembled and he subconsciously fell to the ground.

The man held onto the tombstone, looking down at him as he knelt on the ground with his face twisted and struggling, his eyes indifferent.

——Click, the knuckles of his five fingers tapped on his head subconsciously.

“It hurts!” The boy touched his head, looked at his hand, and was stunned. Suddenly, he had an inexplicably familiar feeling.

So he raised the back of his hand again, changed to a familiar angle, and hit his head.

“Oh…Master, please don’t…” His expression suddenly froze.

“Master?” As if he remembered something, he suddenly grabbed his face with one hand and knocked his head hard with the other hand.

The green mark on his head flickered, like a tight hoop that was slowly tightening, trying to trap him.

Remember…remind me of the person I must never forget, the person who is more important than my life!

Damn it, remember me, Ji Fan!

The fog that had been blocking his mind was suddenly blown away.

In the clear sunlight, the woman smiled lightly, her long robe fluttering in the wind, like a light moon emerging from the clouds.

——My name is Ke Jiu, and from now on, I will be your master.

In the long and lonely night, she hugged him gently, and her warm breath filled his ears.

——I will not abandon you, I will not leave you, I will protect you until the day you grow up.

She touched his head gently and hooked her little finger with his.

——Okay, I will wait for you to grow up, and then you will protect me.

His vision became blurred, and the boy subconsciously raised the back of his hand to wipe his eyes, which were already wet.

Is it tears?

“Is that so? You don’t need to use my power. I can break the Soul Servants Seal with this life alone.”

The boy raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him who was holding the tombstone. He seemed to be muttering to himself.

“I’m from Dongshan Village. My name is Ji Fan, and I’m Ke Jiu’s apprentice.”

The boy looked at the young man and asked in a low voice: “Who are you?”

“You said…who am I?” He fell into deep thought, with black flames emerging from his body and the outline of a blood-red sun vaguely forming behind him.

For some reason, when Ji Fan looked into his eyes, loneliness, desolation, emptiness, bleakness, sadness… many strange negative emotions surged into his heart.

It was as if he had resonated with him.

Familiar… so familiar, who is he? Why do I feel he is so familiar…

He felt that he was about to be infected by him and his mind was becoming increasingly confused. The boy knocked his head and immediately became much more sober.

“Where is this place?”

“Your world.”

“My world?” Ji Fan looked around and saw an endless, desolate and hopeless land.

He shook his head: “My world is with the master, please send me back quickly.”

“So…” the other party asked, “Why don’t you choose to go back?”

The boy’s breathing became quickened quietly, and a strange emotion suddenly surged into his heart.

“Why… did you come here?”

He said, “You shouldn’t be here right now.”

Something choked his heart, and he seemed to have figured out the source of his emotions.

“Power…” He looked at the young man and whispered, but there was a quiet fire burning under his tone.

“Give me strength, just like when I was attacked by wolves, just like when Da Gan was kicked to death by horse bandits… Strength, give me my strength.”

Black flames appeared in the young man’s pupils.

“Power has a price.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m going to protect my master. It’s okay if you take my life.”

“Some of it has already been paid, and now what you have to give is…”

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Inside the Ji family’s field, a white shadow and two gray shadows crossed each other in the air, and the air was filled with sharp, piercing sounds and bursts of low explosions.

——Boom, once again the figures collided and then moved apart.

Han Yu fell to the ground, but the force was still there and forced him to retreat several steps before he stopped.

His gray eyes turned and took a look at his sharp claws. The corpse claws that he cultivated in the extremely yin land using the Yellow Springs Qi were originally attached to the bones. The long and sharp claw blades were actually chopped into pieces.

Mo Feng waved his soul coil. He could sense that the resentment of the vengeful spirits he had collected had been chopped to pieces in the previous confrontation.

They looked at Ke Jiu at the same time, and were all shocked in their hearts.

Generally speaking, in a one-on-one fight, disciples from the immortal sect who have not seen the methods of the Demon Sect are mostly no match for the Demon Sect’s people if they are at the same level.

But today, the two of them joined forces and were slightly at a disadvantage just now.

“Ms. Ke, how much true energy do you have left now?” Han Yu’s inhuman face vaguely revealed an ugly smile.

Although he had the experience of practicing in his previous life when he was reborn, his control over and use of true Qi could be said to be accurate to the millimeter.

But in essence, she had just broken through to the innate realm. As an unstable cultivator, even if she could control her true Qi… her own true Qi would be overwhelmed by the attacks of two innate demon cultivators.

So what she is using now is the true qi passed down by her master, Jingyun Jianzun.

A faint green light shrouded Ke Jiu’s eyes, and her black hair, as soft as silk, fluttered in the wind. Although her flowing cloud robe was torn, traces of blood dotted the white robe, like blooming plum blossoms, adding a sense of lonely and sad beauty.

She wiped the blood from her lips, raised the hilt of Jieyun’s sword, and stood tall with an outstanding temperament.

“Want to know how much I have left?”

A breeze blew up inside the sealed venue, causing ripples in the air.

The Jingyun Sword Master in her dantian had an epiphany, and the Jingyun true qi reserved for her breakthrough quietly flowed out. Ke Jiu gently waved Jieyun, and sword energy rose up, like millions of thin silk threads, condensing into an invisible force at the tip of her sword.

The wind gathered from all directions, the air became turbulent, and the invisible wind swirled under the edge of her sword. The moment she swung the tip of her sword down, the air seemed to be torn apart.

A strong storm rolled up with a whistling sound, carrying with it the sharpness and fierceness of sword energy, like a rainstorm, sweeping past in an instant.

Han Yu and Mo Feng’s faces suddenly changed when they saw this wave of attack.

Người mua: Seras, 22/04/2025 18:15