After rebirth, I picked up my mortal enemy as my apprentice Chapter 121

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Ke Jiu was wearing a white long dress, light and flowing. Her figure gradually falling in the air was like a slowly blooming white lotus, dignified and mysterious.

She temporarily regained her adult form, holding a jade-like sword in her hand. The sword emitted a faint light, like a clear spring sparkling in the moonlight.

Facing Helian’s question, she looked at him indifferently.

The pure white lark mask had no decoration at all, except for a pair of deep eyes that revealed a hint of sharpness.

“Whose territory is this? Are the people from the Maha Sect so reckless? They caused trouble and killed people before the entrance examination for our Jinghang Sect disciples?” Ke Jiu said in a cold tone.

Each sect would have law enforcers come to inspect the mountain gate regularly. Helian now understood Ke Jiu’s identity, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

“Senior, you have misunderstood. I am definitely not a disciple of the Maha Sect. I am also a loner who wants to join the Jinghang Sect… I swear on my heart that I have absolutely no intention of causing trouble!”

Helian hurriedly bowed to Ke Jiu and apologized, his expression changing faster than a chameleon.

“Are you from the Ni tribe of Nanzhou? Why don’t you join the rising Maha sect there, but come to my Jinghang sect?”

“Although the Maha Sect has become powerful recently, it likes to bully others by taking advantage of its power. Senior… I heard that the head of Xuan Yi Peak in the Jinghang Sect is from the Ni tribe in Nanzhou!”

He was also quick to respond: “I heard that our Jinghang Sect has always been teaching everyone, so we shouldn’t exclude independent cultivators from other states from coming to participate in the sect assessment, right?”

What Helian said was correct. The people in charge of major diplomacy in the Jinghang Sect and those who participated in the management meetings of the immortal cultivation world and the secular world were generally Xuan Yifeng’s people.

The owner of the peak is Patel, a Nepali from South State.

Moreover, the sect has always advocated that all states put aside racial prejudices, advocated annexation and tolerance, advocated education for all, and worked together to explore the great way.

Under normal circumstances, Ke Jiu could not conclude that the other party was sent by a competing sect based on one-sided testimony alone.

However, Ke Jiu had dealt with the Maha Sect many times in his previous life, and he was familiar with the fluctuations of the spiritual imprints left by their skills.

But at this moment, Ke Jiu was suddenly not in a hurry to expose her opponent’s thoughts. She wanted to see what else the other party was going to do.

“Even if you are a casual cultivator who has come to learn from a master, this is Liuyun Mountain Range, the territory of our Jinghang Sect. Every flower, tree, and grass here belongs to the sect, including the spiritual fruit in your hand.”

Ke Jiu spoke calmly, as if stating an ordinary fact: “What you are doing now is illegally robbing the sect’s property.”

Helian’s expression changed slightly.

Her target turned out to be my Qingling Fruit.

“Senior, this spiritual fruit was obtained by my second brother who was seriously injured. Isn’t your behavior a bit excessive?”

“You have no room for bargaining with me.”

He Lian’s breathing stagnated. He didn’t expect that the boomerang would hit him back so suddenly.

“Senior, if you want me to hand over the spiritual fruit that has fallen into my hands, you have to pay a price!”

“It seems that you are not convinced. Do you want to try my moves again?”

The moment the words fell, the spiritual pressure from Ke Jiu descended, the atmosphere changed, and the air pressure quietly became low.

Helian looked solemn.

But Ke Jiu’s condition was not easy either, she thought to herself.

Now I have forcibly restored my innate cultivation, but I am not sure how long this state can last, so I have to make a quick decision.

I previously thought that if the consumption of true Qi was not too great, I could maintain this state for a quarter of an hour, but this previous judgment may not be accurate.

Ke Jiu looked at Helian, with more and more murderous intent on his face.

“If I can take on this move from you, senior, can you let me go?”

“Can.”

I probably only have one trick up my sleeve.

Suddenly, I could feel the air pressure getting lower and lower, and the faint murderous aura made my hair stand on end.

I’m in a bad situation now. This senior is very strong, the strongest among the innate ones. If I’m not careful, I might die here.

But the more it is at this time, the less we should be afraid. As monks, why should we be afraid of a battle?

It is common knowledge in the world of cultivating immortals that all people are born with a spiritual field, and spiritual energy is given to people through the spiritual field that a person possesses, which allows them to freely control spiritual energy.

The higher the level of cultivation, the more obvious the spiritual field will be.

Helian…he had already discovered that the masked woman in front of him had a spiritual aura as deep as clouds and sea, and was unfathomable. There were only a handful of people who had ever given him this feeling.

His heart was pounding, but now that things had come to this, there was no way he could back down.

“Senior is here. I don’t want the aftermath of our fight to affect my second brother. Please allow me to carry him away.”

Ke Jiu nodded slightly.

Helian helped Arjun up, whispered something in his ear, and then carried him aside.

He turned around, came to Ke Jiu, stretched out his palm and waved it slightly, and recalled the vajra that had just been smashed to the ground back to his palm.

“Come on, senior!”

As Helian chanted a spell, a layer of golden light gradually emerged from his body. An angry Buddha statue vaguely appeared behind him. Even the pressure from Ke Jiu was reduced a lot.

He bent his waist and raised the vajra high up.

Ke Jiu waved the dance lightly, making this theory not a hollow hole. In the cave where no wind came from, wind was quietly generated.

The wind vaguely entangled together in the air, condensing into a strong breath of wind. The elves in the wind seemed to linger on the tip of Ke Jiu’s sword.

Helian already felt the pressure from Ke Jiu.

Just when the momentum of the two had reached its peak, they no longer hesitated.

Helian threw the vajra, and golden light flashed across the air.

Ke Jiu whispered: “Liu Feng.”

This attack was one of the three moves of the Jinghang Sect that had defeated Mo Feng before, but this time Ke Jiu did not really use his full strength.

A strong gust of wind whistled past, colliding violently with the vajra thrown by Helian.

In a cloudless cave, layers of snowflakes were actually floating.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Helian and Arjun, who had just fallen to the ground, were nowhere to be seen.

Ke Jiu suddenly remembered something. He seemed to have said something when he put Arjun aside just now.

Could it be, that’s right… She remembered that during the confrontation just now, she felt an unusual breath of wind, and this breath was… the wind escape symbol.

Ke Jiu frowned slightly. The other party had already run away, so he took this opportunity to confront him.

At this time, Ke Jiu suddenly covered her chest. She felt a tightness in her chest. It was over…she was going to return to her original state.

It may not last long.

But a sentence containing various complicated emotions suddenly diverted her attention.

“Thank you for your help, senior.”

At this time, Ke Jiu turned around and saw Huo Xiaoliang supporting Lin Xuan. He greeted her timidly.

Người mua: Observer Ω, 25/05/2025 11:09