Chapter 83: You Can Only Like Me (9)
Song Jin’yue had always heard that forming a contract with a high-level spiritual sword could lead to rejection. Although Jiang Zhiyan had said there wouldn’t be any problems, she was still a bit skeptical.
Jiang Zhiyan temporarily lifted the restriction on her spiritual energy. Song Jin’yue glanced at Jiang Zhiyan, who was sitting there calmly, clearly not thinking she had the ability to escape.
She pricked her finger, let a drop of blood fall onto the sword, and silently recited the contract incantation she had practiced countless times.
A gentle breeze blew past, and her heart raced.
The contract was formed, she could feel the connection between herself and Spring’s Birth.
She looked at Jiang Zhiyan with surprise.
“You don’t trust me that much?” Jiang Zhiyan asked.
“Not really,” Song Jin’yue said, clutching her chest. “I’m just so excited I almost fainted.”
“You can’t faint, let’s begin, show me the results of your recent training,” Jiang Zhiyan tossed Spring’s Birth to her and sat down.
Song Jin’yue: …
Why bring up such a painful topic at such a happy moment?
However, having a new sword made practicing a joyful experience.
Su Huo, looking at Jiang Zhiyan, was also speechless, shouldn’t they be going over and kissing at a time like this?
“No wonder you can’t win anyone over,” Su Huo sat back down.
Jiang Zhiyan looked at her.
“I didn’t say anything,” Su Huo immediately said, then realized she sounded a bit too defensive, but it was too late now, whatever.
Jiang Zhiyan looked away, too lazy to argue, and focused on Song Jin’yue.
Song Jin’yue was a bit nervous, not daring to glance at Jiang Zhiyan. Suddenly, a stone flew towards her face. She immediately swung her sword and, seeing the stone turn to dust in front of her, was surprised for a second, just as she was about to smile, she started coughing.
Jiang Zhiyan: ?
Su Huo’s jaw dropped slightly: “She seems even weaker than me.”
Song Jin’yue looked at the two of them with dissatisfaction.
“Because I sealed her spiritual energy, do you want to spar with her?” Jiang Zhiyan looked at Su Huo.
Su Huo was also at early Golden Core.
“Forget it,” Su Huo immediately shook her head. “I’m afraid of your retaliation.”
“Aren’t we going to the Southern Continent? Why aren’t we going yet?” Su Huo continued to ask.
Jiang Zhiyan took a sip of tea: “I don’t want to go for now.”
“Tsk.” Su Huo looked away. “Song Jin’yue is at mid-Golden Core, isn’t anyone looking for her?”
“Yes, but I sealed her spiritual energy, she can’t see the messages on her communication jade.”
Su Huo: …
How could Song Jin’yue endure this? As expected, she was truly in love.
Jiang Zhiyan placed the communication jade on the table. She could only stay at the Myriad Swords Sect for two days at most, she hoped the Northern Demon King would be somewhat reliable for a day.
“I’m going out for a bit,” Jiang Zhiyan stood up.
“Huh?” Su Huo also stood up.
“You don’t have to follow me.”
Jiang Zhiyan planned to check out the forbidden grounds first.
The forbidden grounds of the Myriad Swords Sect were located in the back mountain. When she arrived, she suddenly realized she had forgotten something, the ancestor of the Myriad Swords Sect hadn’t left either, he was still within the sect.
This person’s presence was rather weak, she almost forgot about him.
How could she enter the forbidden grounds without being discovered by the ancestor who lived nearby?
She sat down on a large rock by the roadside.
[Jiang Zhiyan: Get rid of Real Master Tan Ming.]
[Bei: If I could get rid of him, I wouldn’t need you, Miss Jiang.]
[Jiang Zhiyan: Are you almost done?]
[Bei: Almost.]
Jiang Zhiyan put away the communication jade, looked around, lay down on the large rock, and closed her eyes.
“Host, what are you doing? Sleeping on the spot?”
“I’m thinking.”
“Thinking about what?”
“Thinking about whether it’s worth the risk… and whether certain attempts will succeed.” Jiang Zhiyan thought of her agreement with the Main God, but based on her understanding of the Main God, as long as she wasn’t too excessive, there shouldn’t be any problems.
“Ha, you actually think about these things?” The System laughed.
Jiang Zhiyan didn’t speak.
The System’s voice suddenly became softer, but still clear. Jiang Zhiyan received sounds from all directions, her field of vision expanding.
She saw children playing a few hundred miles away, and a small fish being swallowed by a large fish in the river.
Going deeper, those scenes turned into strings of characters.
Jiang Zhiyan saw Song Jin’yue at a glance, she was the only concrete being in the torrent of data.
Song Jin’yue was chatting with Su Huo, but they didn’t seem very close, just making awkward small talk.
She looked towards the forbidden grounds and found the mirror.
The System, looking at the sudden red alert in the System space, froze for a few seconds. Although there was an alert, there was no explanation for the reason.
The System looked at Jiang Zhiyan; if there was no reason, then it was probably because of Jiang Zhiyan.
A few seconds later, the System saw a mirror appear in Jiang Zhiyan’s right hand, or rather, a bunch of things scattered and then converged into a mirror.
As a system, it naturally saw how this mirror was formed.
Jiang Zhiyan put the mirror into her storage pouch.
The System felt like its CPU was about to overheat from Jiang Zhiyan’s actions.
“How can you do that?” The System couldn’t understand.
Jiang Zhiyan jumped off the rock: “I’m not an ordinary tasker.”
“I’ve been getting warnings here,” the System was about to go crazy.
“I’ll turn it off later,” Jiang Zhiyan said calmly.
System: …
“I don’t think this is worth the risk,” the System gritted its teeth.
“You didn’t tell me earlier,” Jiang Zhiyan paused. “Of course, even if you did, I wouldn’t listen to you.”
“Did you take the mirror out, or did you copy it?”
“I copied it, taking it out would definitely attract the attention of the Myriad Swords Sect ancestor.”
The newly copied mirror was identical to the “original” in both appearance and function, but Jiang Zhiyan had tampered with it. No matter who it seemed to be contracted to, the true owner of the mirror was only her, and NPCs couldn’t discover its anomaly.
Jiang Zhiyan wandered around a bit more, went to the library to borrow two books, and then returned.
The System didn’t say anything along the way, unusually quiet, it was contemplating life, it no longer wanted to explore what Jiang Zhiyan actually was, it was now more interested in its own purpose.
“What are you brooding about again, are AIs this fragile too?”
“Even swords can be fragile, why can’t I?” the System grumbled. “I always feel like I’ll be laid off one day.”
“No, it’s still early,” Jiang Zhiyan didn’t understand why the System would worry about such a thing. “Do I look like I’m about to retire?”
System: …
That wasn’t what the System meant, but hearing Jiang Zhiyan say that, it suddenly felt like being laid off would be better.
“Don’t worry, as long as I’m working, you won’t be unemployed.”
System: The more she heard, the less reassuring it sounded.
“So now that you have the item, are you going to find the Northern Demon King?” the System asked.
“No, there’s no need, let’s take a break, and maybe ask for some more things.”
The System didn’t understand why Jiang Zhiyan could make anyone she traded with feel like they were being taken advantage of.
[Jiang Zhiyan: I just went to the forbidden grounds, it’s too close to the ancestor’s residence, do you have any props that can help me conceal my aura? Or something for a quick escape?]
[Bei: Don’t you have any?]
[Jiang Zhiyan: No.]
This lie was very unconvincing, but the other party could only provide what she asked for.
“Host, aren’t you afraid he’ll kill you after getting the item?” The System always felt like Jiang Zhiyan was dancing on a knife’s edge.
The Northern Demon King seemed harmless now, but the Demon Kings of the Demon Realm all fought their way to their positions, someone who could become a Demon King couldn’t possibly be kind.
The wool Jiang Zhiyan was pulling now might be demanded back one day.
Although Jiang Zhiyan wasn’t a good person either.
“Host, you want to fall into demonic cultivation, but if you do, you’ll be separated from the Myriad Swords Sect and the Wei family… no one will protect you then,” the System reminded her again.
It always felt like Jiang Zhiyan would be beaten to a pulp one day.
“I know what I’m doing,” Jiang Zhiyan said.
That evening, Wei Jingqian informed her that she didn’t have to go to the Southern Continent anymore, clearly the Northern Demon King had made some progress.
[Wei Jingqian: The Northern Demon King attacked the Southern Demon King, and the Southern Demon King has withdrawn half of his forces.]
The demons didn’t think the Northern Demon King’s actions were unusual, because such things were common in the Demon Realm, there was never peace there. The cultivation world didn’t suspect anything either; in their eyes, anything related to demonic aura was abnormal, lacking normal logic.
[Wei Jingqian: Just stay at the sect for now, stop running around.]
[Wei Jingqian: The Song family said they can’t contact Song Jin’yue.]
[Jiang Zhiyan: She’s in secluded cultivation, I’m also planning to be in seclusion for a while.]
[Wei Jingqian: Okay.]
Jiang Zhiyan went back and announced this good news to Su Huo, who clapped excitedly: “Then let’s have a good meal tonight, Senior Sister Song said there are many delicious things here.”
She looked at Jiang Zhiyan expectantly.
“What I meant was that you can leave now,” Jiang Zhiyan said.
“I’ll leave after eating, I won’t leave if I don’t eat.” Su Huo swallowed. “Don’t worry, I don’t really want to disturb you two.”
Song Jin’yue: ?
Disturb what? What was there to disturb between the two of them?
Jiang Zhiyan glanced at Song Jin’yue: “Write down what you want to eat, I’ll have someone prepare it, I’m also going into seclusion after we eat.”
Song Jin’yue nodded.
“Huh? Secluded cultivation…” Su Huo rested her chin on her hand. “You’re working too hard, you should rest for ten days or half a month.”
Jiang Zhiyan sat down on a cushion and closed her eyes.
The other two huddled together to discuss the menu. Talking about other things was awkward, but talking about food wasn’t awkward at all.
Having eaten for more than two months, Song Jin’yue had gained considerable experience in “eating,” after all, it was the happiest time of her day recently, of course, she had to study it thoroughly.
Su Huo listened attentively, swallowing continuously, she also wanted to be confined by Jiang Zhiyan like this, if she didn’t have to cultivate.
Jiang Zhiyan sat to the side and quickly entered a meditative state.
The two, chatting, sensed the change in the surrounding spiritual energy and looked towards Jiang Zhiyan.
They both fell silent.
“What’s going on with her?” Su Huo paused. “She seems to have reached mid-stage already? So fast, didn’t she just reach Golden Core not long ago? I don’t know why, but I always feel like she’s stronger than Senior Brother Wei.”
After saying that, Su Huo glanced at Song Jin’yue.
Everyone knew that Song Jin’yue was deeply in love with Wei Jingqian, normally, saying something like this would definitely be met with a storm of rebuttals, but not this time.
She didn’t say a word.
Song Jin’yue looked at Jiang Zhiyan, her expression strange.
“What are you thinking about?” Su Huo asked curiously, lowering her voice.
Although in this place, even whispering could be heard, she still subconsciously lowered her voice.
Song Jin’yue’s lips trembled slightly: “I couldn’t beat her before, and now I definitely can’t.”
Su Huo blinked, looking at Song Jin’yue.
So she still wanted to run away? Just because she couldn’t beat Jiang Zhiyan?
She glanced at Jiang Zhiyan, wondering if she had heard and what she thought about it.
But no matter what Song Jin’yue said, she bet her hundred years of experience as a Joyful Union disciple that there was something going on between these two.
“Let’s talk about something more pleasant, are six dishes enough? Should we add more?” Su Huo decisively changed the subject, afraid Jiang Zhiyan would suddenly explode.
“Mm,” Song Jin’yue nodded, then sighed softly and added a few more dishes.
Su Huo knew she shouldn’t ask anymore, but she couldn’t help it, such a big piece of gossip was right in front of her, who could resist?
Forget it, she would gamble, Jiang Zhiyan probably wouldn’t kill her.
“So what’s your relationship with her now?” Su Huo asked tentatively.
Song Jin’yue felt like this question shouldn’t be difficult to answer, but looking at Su Huo’s eyes, she felt it was very difficult.
Friends?
Not really.
But Jiang Zhiyan had given her a very expensive gift, more valuable than her life.
Jiang Zhiyan said she liked her, and she was indeed very considerate towards her, but…
“Half-master,” Song Jin’yue said solemnly after thinking for a while.
Song Jin’yue was very satisfied with herself: It sounded like a very normal relationship, and the wording was so precise, she was truly intelligent.
“Ah, you thought about such a simple relationship for so long?” Su Huo drawled.
The smile on Song Jin’yue’s face faded a bit, and she pretended not to hear: “Is that enough? Do you need anything else?”
“How can we not have alcohol?” Su Huo looked at Song Jin’yue’s face and tapped the table twice. Her gossipy gaze made Song Jin’yue restless, this person only dared to tease her, why didn’t she go ask Jiang Zhiyan?
Song Jin’yue looked at Jiang Zhiyan.
“Why are you looking at her?” Su Huo narrowed her eyes and hummed. “Senior Brother Wu doesn’t have to look at Senior Sister Li when he drinks.”
Senior Brother Wu and Senior Sister Li were a very famous couple in the Myriad Swords Sect, they were always glued to each other wherever they went, and everyone usually avoided them, it was too painful to watch.
“Because she’s paying,” Song Jin’yue said honestly.
The amused smile on Su Huo’s face faded a bit, that made sense, so she also looked at Jiang Zhiyan.
“Whatever,” Jiang Zhiyan said, opening her eyes after adjusting her breath. “As long as your cultivation time tomorrow isn’t reduced, you can do whatever you want with the rest of your time.”
“Are there any hangover cure pills?” Song Jin’yue asked.
“Yes.”
“Then add more,” Song Jin’yue quickly added it to the menu.
“Have you been having such a hard time recently that you need to drown your sorrows in alcohol?” Jiang Zhiyan took the menu, scanned it, added a few more dishes, and sent it down.
Song Jin’yue paused: “No, I just want to drink… really.”
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