The Yaksha Commander felt cold all over and his heart beat several times faster. He slowly turned his head to the side and finally saw the owner of the left hand holding the small sword. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you Mr. Ji for saving my life!"
The Yaksha leader moved aside and bowed to Ji Yuan. The river water on his cheeks looked like cold sweat. He looked at the red sword that was still trembling and struggling in Mr. Ji's hand. If he had been stabbed in the middle of his eyebrows by it, he would have been dead.
"You can withdraw and return to the Dragon Palace. I will leave this matter to Ji."
The Yaksha Commander looked in one direction and nodded to Ji Yuan.
"I will take my leave first!"
After saying that, the Yaksha jumped into the river again. The surface of the river rippled but he fell into the water silently. At this time, Ji Yuan was holding a small sword and looking in the direction that the Yaksha commander had looked before, and said in an indifferent tone.
"Are you coming out on your own, or did Ji invite you to come out?"
As he spoke, a flash of electricity passed through Ji Yuan's left hand, and the small red sword that had been struggling in his hand suddenly became quiet. He took a closer look and found that the sword was only as long as a palm, and the spiritual characters and floral decorations on it were extremely delicate, as if it was a long sword scaled down in proportion.
About four or five breaths after Ji Yuan finished speaking, a woman in light blue clothes slowly appeared in a woods by the river. Although her lower body was no longer a fish tail, she still had a faint aura of aquatic demon.
What surprised Ji Yuan was that although the woman in front of him had a demonic aura, his magical eyes could not see what her true form was for a moment. After taking a closer look, he had a slightly absurd guess in his mind.
It was strange. Looking at this person's appearance, it was unlikely that she was a sword immortal. Ji Yuan's Dharma eyes opened wide and he took a step closer. He looked the woman in front of him up and down. She didn't look like an immortal cultivator at all. He didn't believe that she could deceive his Dharma eyes.
"This sword is not yours, is it?"
The woman had no expression on her face and nodded in acknowledgement.
"Mr. Ji is right. This sword is certainly not mine. I am not a sword master. I can only use this sword. Mr. Ji, can you give it back to me?"
"I'm afraid not. You committed a crime like this and almost killed that Yaksha. I am showing restraint by giving him a taste of his own medicine."
Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly as he spoke, and a rare gleam of sharpness flashed from his pale eyes. Even if it was just a hint of aura, it was like a ray of sword light shooting straight at him.
At this moment, the woman who had been calm suddenly looked frightened and took a few steps back involuntarily. She even almost ran away. She only managed to suppress the urge to run away.
This situation is not because women are timid, but rather a strong response to crisis at the instinctive and spiritual levels, and a natural fear of death.
From the woman's reaction, Ji Yuan originally thought that she was not a real master. But when he focused his eyes, he found that although the woman retreated in a hurry, her spiritual consciousness revealed a very delicate and obscure aura. It was obvious that her spirit and thoughts were running at high speed at this moment. The reaction she made might not be involuntary.
Ji Yuan frowned slightly, and with a flip of his left hand, the small red sword in his hand disappeared.
"Mr. Ji, you..."
"Ji said it? You want to use it to commit murder? How can I return it to you?"
"Humph! Mr. Ji, do you think that I am a weak person with a strong appearance?"
The woman sneered and looked at Ji Yuan with anger, but Ji Yuan smiled instead, and his tone was not offensive. His expression also seemed very indifferent, and he shook his head.
"To me, it doesn't matter whether you are a powerful demon or a powerful demon. You don't have to think that what I do is deliberately targeting you, and I don't have to think so either."
Although Ji Yuan's words went around in circles, they were actually very straightforward. In short: You are not qualified to let me, Ji Yuan, target you in any way. Whatever I, Ji Yuan, do in front of you is just what I happen to think.
Ji Yuan rarely speaks like this. Although it doesn't sound aggressive, this feeling of being ignored is sometimes more hurtful than spitting blood.
The woman was slightly stunned, her brows slightly frowned and then slowly relaxed.
"Mr. Ji, I think you care a lot about what I said in the Dragon Palace before, right?"
Ji Yuan didn't say anything, which was considered as his agreement. The woman smiled and continued.
"Mr. Ji is indeed a person who stands at the pinnacle of the immortal world. He actually felt the restraint of heaven and earth. I thought it was just empty talk!"
"oh?"
Ji Yuan looked at the woman very seriously.
"You said something, and you made a big move to test me, but you don't believe it yourself. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Ji Yuan looked at the turbulent Tongtian River. There seemed to be no changes on the river surface, but he already had some expectations in his heart. He waved his sleeve with his right hand. The woman felt a warning in her heart, but before she could react, she only saw Ji Yuan's sleeve covering her vision, and then the sky and the earth became completely dark.
"Mr. Ji? Mr. Ji! I am not lying to you!"
The woman shouted loudly to the void around her, but received no response.
After Ji Yuan used the magic of his sleeve to take the woman into his sleeve, he turned into a gust of wind and flew away. After a few breaths, the surface of the Tongtian River parted with waves, and a faint dragon shadow fell on the place where Ji Yuan had originally been, and turned into the appearance of the old Long Yinghong.
The old dragon had an indifferent expression on his face. He looked around but found no trace. There was only a trace of demonic energy left, but he didn't see it extend. It was as if the owner of the demonic energy had disappeared out of thin air.
"Where did Ji Yuan take the person? Never mind, I'll ask him later."
Lao Long had full trust in Ji Yuan, so he didn't think any more and went straight back into Tongtian River.
On the other side, Ji Yuan flew over a hundred miles and landed in front of a deserted forest beside an official road. With a wave of his sleeves, the woman was thrown out from Ji Yuan's sleeves. She lost her balance and fell in front of a big tree, wiping away a piece of the white snow on the ground.
The woman felt dizzy at the moment, and her body and soul seemed a little dazed when she came out of the sleeves of Qiankun. After a few breaths, she gradually calmed down, patted the white snow on her body and slowly stood up.
"It's not good for Mr. Ji to treat a weak woman like this, right?"
"Although your cultivation level is not high, you are not a weak woman. I did not take you away just now. I am afraid it will be difficult to explain to Mr. Ying in person. He will not tolerate any sand in his eyes. If he sees you, you will not be able to escape."
When the woman heard Ji Yuan say that her Taoism level was not high, she suddenly felt angry and was about to say something, but Ji Yuan didn't want to play games with her anymore and looked at her very seriously.
"Ji has no time to beat around the bush with you. Who are you? Who are your elders? Who asked you to come to Ji? And what's the matter?"
Although Ji Yuan's eyes seemed calm all the time, but when he was looked at by Ji Yuan at this moment, his deep gaze was like a heavy water pouring down on her body, making the woman hold back all the teasing words she wanted to say, and she dared not make any jokes anymore.
"My name is Lian Ping'er, of course I am a member of the Lian family. My elders are not well-known in the cultivation world, but they are definitely not ordinary people. Even if you, Ji Yuan, have seen them, you can't... underestimate them..."
The woman paused, thinking of Ji Yuan's unfathomable Taoism, and modified the rest of her words as appropriate.
There was no change on Ji Yuan's face. He still looked at the woman calmly, waiting for her to continue. Seeing that Ji Yuan really had no reaction, the latter didn't know whether she believed it or not, so she could only bite the bullet and continue talking.
"Some time ago, I heard that you, Mr. Ji, might be a person standing at the top of the immortal world. You seem to be very powerful, more powerful than any known immortal. So I became interested and wanted to get close to you and see for myself!"
"Is it you who wanted to ask about the binding of heaven and earth?"
“That’s right!”
The woman's expression changed. She brushed off the snow on her body and moved closer to Ji Yuan.
"We don't get involved in the affairs of the cultivation world. Mr. Ji, you have such a high level of cultivation, don't you want to know how to escape from the world that has been trapping us? If one day your cultivation level reaches its limit and your life span gradually runs out, do you really plan to die like this?"
"Does your family have a solution?"
Ji Yuan had a smile on his face, but he looked unconvinced. The woman didn't get angry and just clapped her hands.
"If I say yes, it would be too arrogant, but it is better than some people who know nothing. Mr. Ji, you are so advanced in Taoism, why are you asking me?"
Ji Yuan's smile faded as he pondered Lian Ping'er's definition of himself and his sparring partner. Did he really think so, or was he just creating an atmosphere in front of Ji Yuan
It is undeniable that this woman's acting skills are quite superb. Among all the people Ji Yuan has ever met, perhaps only Niu Batian can surpass her.
But whether this woman really knew half of the story or just made it up, no matter what, this practitioner was definitely being controlled by the chess player. He was a chess piece being moved by a big hand. It was unclear whether the chess piece was aware of it or not.