Chapter 75: You Can Only Like Me (1)
The System couldn’t understand how someone could say such terrifying things with such a calm tone and expression.
“Host, do you know what you’re saying? If you do this, the plot will be completely messed up!” the System said nervously. It had lived for a long time and had never heard of such a thing.
The Demonic Sword was something that wouldn’t cause trouble until the middle to late stages of the plot. In a sense, it foreshadowed the awakening of the Demon Lord and was a turning point in the plot. If it appeared now… the System calculated tens of thousands of absurd possibilities.
After leaving the teleportation array, Jiang Zhiyan went straight to the place where the Demonic Sword appeared. Before being activated, the Demonic Sword looked no different from an ordinary iron sword, and ordinary iron swords were worthless in the cultivation world. So after it fell on the barren mountain, no passerby picked it up. After years of wind and rain, it was now buried deep underground.
She quickly located the sword, closed her eyes, knelt on the ground, channeled her spiritual energy into the ground, sensed the sword, enveloped it with spiritual energy, and pulled it out.
It was indeed a very ordinary-looking sword, its surface rusted, and iron filings fell off as she lifted it.
“Host, this sword can only be activated under specific circumstances,” the System said helplessly. “Don’t you know, fate is very important in the cultivation world, and this is the male lead’s sword.”
“This sword has a sword spirit,” Jiang Zhiyan picked it up, then took out her fan. “Wake up, I’ll count to three, if you don’t wake up, you’re going into the furnace, three, two…”
A rich and pure demonic aura emanated from the sword. Jiang Zhiyan quickly stored the sword in the System space, then used a skill card to erase her aura, and disappeared just before a powerful cultivator’s divine sense arrived, teleporting to the border of the Demon Realm. She attracted a bunch of demonic beasts, sent her coordinates to Wei Jingqian, and after confirming he had left the Myriad Swords Sect, she stepped onto the teleportation array and returned to the vicinity of the Myriad Swords Sect.
Song Jin’yue wasn’t at the Myriad Swords Sect; she was making preparations at a residence outside the sect. Jiang Zhiyan found the residence easily; it was the most festive one, decorated with many red ornaments.
Looking at the red lanterns, her fingers itched, but it wasn’t the time yet.
“Someone will tell her that Wei Jingqian has left, and when she comes out, I’ll go and kidnap her,” Jiang Zhiyan said. “Keep an eye on her.”
“Actually, her cultivation level is higher than yours,” the System reminded her.
“A Sword Cultivator’s cultivation level isn’t always a reliable indicator.” Jiang Zhiyan looked up at the three white streaks across the sky. “The cultivation world is about to be in chaos, the groom has run away, this wedding can’t go on.”
She narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.
“Host, Song Jin’yue is coming out,” the System shouted. Although it strongly disapproved of Jiang Zhiyan’s actions, things had already come to this, it had no choice but to agree.
“Mm,” Jiang Zhiyan responded, seeing Song Jin’yue running out of a residence from afar, with people following behind her.
Jiang Zhiyan quickly set up a disorienting array to trap them and flew towards Song Jin’yue.
Sensing someone following her, Song Jin’yue looked back, saw Jiang Zhiyan, and frowned: “Weren’t you injured? You did this on purpose? Why are you doing this?”
Jiang Zhiyan didn’t speak, wrapped her arms around Song Jin’yue’s waist, held her captive, and restrained her wrists, temporarily disrupting her spiritual energy flow.
“Are you crazy?” Song Jin’yue stared at Jiang Zhiyan, struggling a couple of times, but couldn’t break free. Jiang Zhiyan was too fast; she hadn’t even reacted. “Jiang Zhiyan, what are you doing?”
“Where are you taking me?” Song Jin’yue initially thought Jiang Zhiyan was going to kidnap her, but unexpectedly, she took her into the Myriad Swords Sect through another route, unimpeded, all the way to her own courtyard.
“Jiang Zhiyan!” Song Jin’yue looked at Jiang Zhiyan’s profile. The other party’s expression was calm, but she could still sense her displeasure.
Entering the courtyard, Jiang Zhiyan threw Song Jin’yue onto the soft couch and set up two layers of arrays around the courtyard.
“What are you doing?” Song Jin’yue looked at Jiang Zhiyan and clenched her fists.
Her cultivation level was clearly higher than Jiang Zhiyan’s, but she had still been captured so easily.
Jiang Zhiyan sat opposite Song Jin’yue and cut her palm, letting the blood flow.
Song Jin’yue stared at the pool of blood on the table with apprehension. Jiang Zhiyan casually drew a few strokes on the table with her blood, and a rune formed. She didn’t understand it, but the rune flew up and landed directly between her eyebrows. Song Jin’yue felt a connection form between her and Jiang Zhiyan and widened her eyes.
“Are you crazy?” Song Jin’yue looked at the mark that appeared on her palm. “What is this?”
“Something that allows me to sense your presence.”
“You finally spoke.” Song Jin’yue was still nervous, but as long as Jiang Zhiyan was willing to talk, it was fine. “I know you like Wei…”
“I don’t, I like you,” Jiang Zhiyan interrupted her.
The world instantly fell silent, as if Song Jin’yue had pressed a pause button.
Song Jin’yue: ???
Song Jin’yue finally reacted, staring at Jiang Zhiyan with wide eyes: “You…”
Jiang Zhiyan lowered her head and smoothed Song Jin’yue’s messy hair: “So, don’t even think about signing a Dao Companion contract with anyone else.”
Song Jin’yue felt like she should be furious, but her feelings were strangely mixed.
“It’s just repaying your Song family’s kindness, what’s the difference between it being my brother or me?” Jiang Zhiyan’s hand brushed against Song Jin’yue’s cheek. “You look good in red, but don’t wear it today, I’ve prepared some clothes for you, go and change.”
“The wedding preparations are already complete,” Song Jin’yue said, clenching her fists and uncomfortably avoiding Jiang Zhiyan’s touch.
“It’s not happening,” Jiang Zhiyan said.
Her communication jade vibrated twice.
It was Wei Jingqian.
[Wei Jingqian: Where are you?]
[Jiang Zhiyan: I’m back at the Myriad Swords Sect, I only found escape talismans on me after sending you the message, brother, did you deal with those demonic beasts?]
[Wei Jingqian: I dealt with them.]
[Jiang Zhiyan: Then come back quickly, Jin’yue is waiting for you.]
[Wei Jingqian: I can’t come back for now, something happened, inform everyone, the wedding is cancelled.]
Jiang Zhiyan placed the communication jade in front of Song Jin’yue, who stared at the message, her lips pursed.
There was no need for Jiang Zhiyan to inform anyone, the large bell of the Myriad Swords Sect rang, a signal to gather all disciples above the Nascent Soul stage. Only those above Nascent Soul were summoned, which showed how serious the matter was.
“I’m the only one who cares about you,” Jiang Zhiyan ruffled Song Jin’yue’s hair.
“This incident is also because of you? What did you do?” Song Jin’yue tried to break through the restraints Jiang Zhiyan had placed on her meridians. Jiang Zhiyan had only recently reached Golden Core, while she was already at mid-Golden Core, yet she was completely trapped. Despite her efforts, the seal showed no signs of weakening.
“How could it be because of me?” Jiang Zhiyan wiped the sweat from Song Jin’yue’s forehead. “You can’t break free, you’re too weak.”
Song Jin’yue’s pent-up anger dissipated because of Jiang Zhiyan’s words.
She looked at Jiang Zhiyan: “How long are you going to keep me locked up?”
Jiang Zhiyan leaned against the cushions and stared at her for a few seconds, then looked away.
The System felt a pang of sympathy for Jiang Zhiyan. It was the same face, the same person, she had just said she wanted to be with her forever, and now she was asking how to let her go.
The room was quiet.
“The wedding is cancelled now, you’ve achieved your goal,” Song Jin’yue continued.
Jiang Zhiyan turned to look at Song Jin’yue.
“Let me go, and I won’t tell anyone about what happened today.” Song Jin’yue touched her palm; the rune had disappeared. “As for you saying you like me, I…”
Song Jin’yue opened her mouth, then frowned, she had been silenced by Jiang Zhiyan, unable to utter a single word.
“I don’t think I’ll like what you’re about to say, so I won’t listen. I’m going out to take a look, you can practice your swordsmanship here, you’re so weak, how can you survive in these chaotic times?” Jiang Zhiyan said.
Song Jin’yue: …
Song Jin’yue gestured, her expression full of anger.
“I don’t understand,” Jiang Zhiyan said and left the courtyard.
Song Jin’yue wanted to follow, but the barrier automatically closed as soon as Jiang Zhiyan left. She tried to use her spiritual energy, but it was still blocked. Without spiritual energy, she couldn’t use her communication jade or open her storage pouch.
She felt like Jiang Zhiyan was crazy.
“Practice your swordsmanship,” Jiang Zhiyan’s voice came from somewhere. “I’m watching.”
Song Jin’yue looked up at the sky. This Jiang Zhiyan was really strange, where did she learn all these messy arrays and runes?
And liking her?
Song Jin’yue’s face darkened, she had never heard anything so absurd, everyone in the Myriad Swords Sect knew Jiang Zhiyan didn’t like her.
“Practice your swordsmanship.”
Song Jin’yue: !!!
What kind of new torture method was this? Holding back her anger, she drew her sword and slashed at the barrier, but nothing happened, the barrier didn’t even bother to react.
The Myriad Swords Sect was still decorated for the Dao Companion ceremony, but everyone had dispersed, the guests had all left, and the younger disciples gathered together, discussing the incident.
“What happened?”
“Senior Sister Jiang!” A disciple noticed Jiang Zhiyan and waved at her. “Senior Sister, do you know what happened?”
“I don’t know either, brother hasn’t replied to me yet,” Jiang Zhiyan coughed twice.
“Senior Sister, are you okay? Why do you look so pale?”
“I just came back from the border of the Demon Realm, I was accidentally injured by a demonic beast.” Jiang Zhiyan frowned. “Junior Brother Wang, please inform the Song family that Senior Sister Song is with me, so they don’t have to worry, she won’t be going back for now.”
“Oh, okay.”
He nodded, without any suspicion. After all, although the Dao Companion ceremony hadn’t been completed, Song Jin’yue and Jiang Zhiyan were practically family now, it was normal for family to be together.
Jiang Zhiyan was the direct disciple of the Grand Elder and the younger sister of the Chief Disciple, so many people were willing to do things for her.
[Jiang Zhiyan: Brother, what happened? Why did the sect only summon disciples above Nascent Soul?]
[Wei Jingqian: The Demonic Sword appeared, and someone took it, don’t spread this around for now.]
[Jiang Zhiyan: Who took it? Did the Demon Lord appear?]
[Wei Jingqian: No, the seal is very strong, don’t worry too much, the Sect Master of the Tianyan Pavilion is preparing to activate a divine artifact.]
[Jiang Zhiyan: Is it that serious?]
[Wei Jingqian: The Sect Master of the Tianyan Pavilion predicted that the appearance of the Demonic Sword would be three hundred years earlier than expected.]
[Jiang Zhiyan: That’s terrifying, brother, be careful.]
[Wei Jingqian: Mm.]
Jiang Zhiyan put away the communication jade.
“Host, what are you going to do now?”
“Throw the Demonic Sword out three hundred years later, let them search for it now.”
System: …
Jiang Zhiyan looked at the Demonic Sword in the System space; it was in a state of agitation, clearly feeling uneasy in the unfamiliar environment and aura.
She threw her fan into the same space. The Demonic Sword cautiously approached it, and the fan suddenly transformed, firing an energy blast at it, instantly subduing it.
“I still need to find a way to store the Demonic Sword in my Sea of Consciousness,” after all, the System space was burning points every day.
“I’m thinking… I might as well usurp the Demon Lord’s position.”
System: ?
Jiang Zhiyan walked around the sect and returned to her courtyard.
Song Jin’yue glanced at Jiang Zhiyan who entered, looked away, and continued swinging her sword angrily.
“I’ve informed the Song family, you’ll be staying with me for a while,” Jiang Zhiyan said.
“Why?” Song Jin’yue’s eyes widened.
“They won’t oppose me,” Jiang Zhiyan sat down by the stone table and glanced at Song Jin’yue. “Swing until nightfall, control your strength.”
Jiang Zhiyan paused, then continued: “Tell me if you can’t swing anymore, but you’ve already reached Golden Core, if you can’t even handle this… no wonder you were so easily captured by me.”
Song Jin’yue had originally wanted to take a break, but now that Jiang Zhiyan had said that, how could she possibly stop?
Her arms were sore. She hadn’t neglected her cultivation, after all, the honor of the Song family now rested solely on her shoulders, but she hadn’t done this kind of basic training for a long time since reaching Golden Core.
Night fell, Jiang Zhiyan didn’t tell her to stop, and Song Jin’yue didn’t stop either.
Song Jin’yue, staring at the motionless Jiang Zhiyan not far away, suddenly realized something and walked over.
Was this person asleep?
She had been working so hard practicing her swordsmanship, and she fell asleep?
Jiang Zhiyan opened her eyes and looked up at the sky: “It’s dark now, mm, it’s good that you stopped on your own, go and rest.”
“Where do I sleep?”
“My bed, the soft couch, or the floor, your choice.”
“Such a big courtyard, and there’s only one room?”
“Cultivators don’t need to sleep, you can meditate,” Jiang Zhiyan sat up.
“I can’t use my spiritual energy, how can I meditate?” Song Jin’yue was tired, physically and mentally exhausted. If this body wasn’t at the Golden Core stage, she suspected she would be crippled by now.
“That’s true.” Jiang Zhiyan gathered her clothes and sat up, entering the room.
Song Jin’yue followed her inside: “I’ll take the bed, where are you sleeping?”
Jiang Zhiyan looked back at Song Jin’yue with a puzzled expression: “Why do you think I would give you the bed? I’ll share it with you at most.”
Song Jin’yue turned and went to the soft couch. Jiang Zhiyan’s courtyard was very nice, everything was of high quality, the couch wide and soft, she lay down.
Jiang Zhiyan lay on the bed, only a screen separating the two.
They were both cultivators; Jiang Zhiyan could hear Song Jin’yue’s breathing.
“What happened today?”
“The Demonic Sword appeared,” Jiang Zhiyan said.
Song Jin’yue sat up abruptly, hitting her arm, and gasped in pain: “What?”
“Why are you so agitated? You can’t even beat me.” Jiang Zhiyan closed her eyes.
“How could the Demonic Sword suddenly appear?” Song Jin’yue ignored the barb in Jiang Zhiyan’s words and continued to ask, frowning.
“If you’re so worried, then wake up early tomorrow and practice your swordsmanship.”
Song Jin’yue stared at the screen, then lay down: “Is that why you made me cultivate?”
“No, I just think you’re too idle,” Jiang Zhiyan chuckled. “Always running after Wei Jingqian, I thought you didn’t need time to cultivate anymore.”
Song Jin’yue turned over: “What’s it to you?”
She still didn’t take Jiang Zhiyan’s words from earlier seriously.
“I’d rather you only looked at me. If you follow him again, I’ll find a way to kill him,” Jiang Zhiyan said casually.
Song Jin’yue’s eyes widened, she had been sleepy, but now she was wide awake: “Are you crazy?”
“Crazy? Don’t you want the person you like to only look at you?” Jiang Zhiyan said slowly. “If you fall for me soon, our feelings will be mutual.”
“You can tell others, but probably no one will believe you,” Jiang Zhiyan continued.
Song Jin’yue didn’t speak. Although Wei Jingqian was already at early Nascent Soul stage, a whole realm higher than Jiang Zhiyan, she still felt like Jiang Zhiyan could do it.
“Host, why do I feel like you’re even more unstable in this world?” Although the female lead in the first world also liked the male lead, Jiang Zhiyan’s reaction wasn’t so strong, was it because of the wedding?
“Aren’t you afraid of scaring her?”
“Look at her heartbeat.”
“It’s very steady…” The System didn’t understand.
The next day, before dawn, Song Jin’yue was woken up by Jiang Zhiyan.
“Practice your swordsmanship.” Song Jin’yue looked at Jiang Zhiyan’s face in confusion, then watched as she lowered her head and kissed her forehead.
Song Jin’yue: !!!
“What are you doing?” Song Jin’yue sat up instinctively, bumping hard into Jiang Zhiyan, who hadn’t moved her lips away yet. She lay back down, covering her forehead, tears almost welling up from the pain.
Jiang Zhiyan also frowned in pain: “I made breakfast.”
“I don’t eat breakfast, what cultivator eats breakfast?”
“Oh.” Jiang Zhiyan didn’t try to persuade her, just walked to the table, opened the food box, and the aroma quickly filled the room.
Song Jin’yue sniffed and asked: “What did you make?”
“Some small dishes,” Jiang Zhiyan said.
Song Jin’yue walked over naturally and stood there watching.
Jiang Zhiyan took out the dishes. Song Jin’yue swallowed, all the dishes were rich in spiritual energy, very suitable for cultivators. She looked at Jiang Zhiyan.
“Can we cultivate for eight hours today?” Jiang Zhiyan asked.
Song Jin’yue: ?
It was a question, but there was no intention of asking for her opinion.
“I’ve talked to the Song family, they agreed to let you stay at the Myriad Swords Sect and cultivate with me, they’ve already left,” Jiang Zhiyan continued.
Song Jin’yue: ??
Jiang Zhiyan had thought about it for a whole night and decided to properly train Song Jin’yue, after all, she didn’t know what would happen in the future, so it was better to be stronger.
And she had read the script twice last night, the female lead’s love for the male lead was filled with adoration, she saw him as an insurmountable peak, giving him a divine aura, as long as Song Jin’yue was strong enough, the filter she had placed on the male lead would naturally disappear.
“Any problems? This is the basic training time for a Sword Cultivator,” Jiang Zhiyan said.
“You’re lying, I’ve been at your Myriad Swords Sect for so long, I’ve never seen anyone cultivate for so long,” Song Jin’yue said with dissatisfaction. “Even the most hardworking Senior Sister Zhao only cultivates for six hours a day, and you didn’t even cultivate for an hour yesterday.”
“Yes, you can’t even beat me, someone who doesn’t cultivate, so you need to cultivate even more,” Jiang Zhiyan handed Song Jin’yue a pair of chopsticks.
“I don’t think you can judge me by normal standards,” Song Jin’yue looked at her.
Jiang Zhiyan frowned: “Just because you can’t beat me, you’re kicking me out of the range of normal people?”
Song Jin’yue felt like they weren’t talking about the same thing, didn’t this person know how many secrets she had?
She picked up her chopsticks angrily, took a slice of lotus root, and put it in her mouth.
“Didn’t she say she wasn’t eating?” the System asked, puzzled.
“How could she not eat?” Jiang Zhiyan held her bowl. “She loves to eat.”
Song Jin’yue glanced at the dishes on the table, her feelings complicated. Looking closely, she found that they were all her favorites, and she glanced at Jiang Zhiyan from the corner of her eye.
This person…
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