Chapter 200

On the other side, at the Tai Ji Dian, Lin Zhenren and his party, having waited a long time without seeing Jiang Yu emerge, knocked on the door to inquire.

The Nine-Stage Azure Phosphor Snake King gently exhaled a burst of magical energy, the main gate opened, and the Great Demon merely said, "They have taken the mission; you may disperse on your own to search for treasure.

This Cave Heaven is only open for one month this time; see to it yourselves.

"Great Demon, I, the young monk, am also willing to take the mission and complete it together with my junior brother." Guo Ye does not believe it.

Wan Xiyue is half‑believing, half‑doubting; she and Jiang Yu together tested the Twin‑Heart Jade, which shatters on the other's body if one's body falls. Their own jade remains intact, indicating that the person is truly unharmed.

So she advises, "Comrade Guo Ye, we can wait in the mid‑mountain courtyard."

After speaking, she sends a telepathic message, "Do not anger the Great Demon; Jiang Yu and Guo Jue are in its hands.

Our strength is inferior to theirs; we can only wait a while, until more Core Formation cultivators arrive, giving us the ability to confront it."

"Below the Nascent Soul, all are ants; the same holds for the Nine‑Stage."

"Other Core Formation cultivators would never, for a few Foundation Establishment practitioners, stubbornly resist the Nine‑Stage." Guo Ye knows this perfectly; the Core Formation cultivators present will no longer aid them.

Sure enough, a Core Formation cultivator says to Lin Zhenren, "Exactly so, Comrade Lin; shall we go ahead and search for treasure?"

Lin Zhenren nods, "You may do as you wish."

Seeing him waiting, the Core Formation cultivators, upon hearing this, each took their own sect disciples and left.

Most cultivators thought that Jiang Yu and the young monk might not return for a while, and they silently sent telepathic messages to their fellow sect members.

Before leaving, Wen Xinlin glanced at Guo Ye, who was sitting outside the main hall and not preparing to leave, and telepathically asked his brother Wen Luo, "Jiang Yu, did she really take the Great Demon's mission?"

"I don't know." Wen Luo glanced at Xue Miao nearby, who kept furrowing his brows.

She was not in the Grand Void Sect's team; she saw Xia Bing, but did not see Deng Yuanwu.

Moreover, no Profound Heaven Sect Core Formation cultivators were present, which was odd.

She also turned back to look at the main hall and found that all Grand Void Sect disciples were sitting outside the door with Lin Zhenren, waiting, which made her feel somewhat uneasy.

Little Jiang Yu is only a recorded disciple, yet she has won the sect's favor.

"What's with this woman? She seems to have strong opinions about the Grand Void Sect disciples." Wo Heng, who stayed behind with the others, had his master notice Xue Miao's oddity and telepathically asked him.

He naturally recounted all the grudges between Jiang and Miao to his master, who, after listening, laughed, "There's a bit of unscrupulous intent; Heng'er, you must not follow people like them in the future."

"I, a lone cultivator, always keep my tail tucked and never dare to offend anyone.

Jiang Yu is also low‑key; to this day she has only had some friction with Xue Miao." Wo Heng has seen many Nascent Soul direct transmissions who understand their limits, but also many arrogant ones.

"Master, you mentioned the Great Demon…" He spoke for a long while, received no reply, and wondered silently whether he had said something wrong.

How could he know? His master was being examined by the Nine‑Stage Great Demon, "Ghost Cultivator? Did you come out of the Ghost Realm, or from elsewhere?"

Wo Heng's master, unguarded after not being discovered, smiled and telepathically said, "I'm here to seek an advanced Nascent Soul in the Ghost Realm."

"Oh? Do you know how many later‑stage Core Formation cultivators have entered this time?" the Nine‑Stage Great Demon asked bluntly.

Wo Heng's master had never tallied these, especially since her disciple entered as a lone cultivator, "I've heard that the Eastern Continent and Tianyuan cultivators each obtained about two hundred Fish Tokens.

But many of those who entered this time are at the Foundation Establishment stage."

"Talk about Jiang Yu and the young monk." The Great Demon's thoughts were also hard to fathom.

However, it believes that Snow‑Broken Mountain's frost does not kill the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, and that its own little snake can take a bit of hardship.

Hardship cannot be endured, because the Azure Scale shows no sign of awakening; it has nested in Guo Jue's sleeve, snoring loudly.

And Guo Jue, waking as Jiang Yu strained to dig a hole, said, "Owe you another time. Who is this?"

"Qian Zhenren." Jiang Yu said little; after a frantic half‑hour, she managed to carve a small hole that could fit only one person.

"How about we go to the edge of Snow Mountain and see if any ancient hidden dwellings remain."

I'll carry Qian Zhenren." Guo Jue checked himself and found no serious injury; the biggest problem was the little snake in his sleeve.

"I don't need anyone to carry me." Qian Zhenren also slowly awoke and said, "Jiang Yu, Wen Lan was also sent to this place."

Jiang Yu, hearing this, tossed aside her shovel; she had forgotten when she had prepared a hammer, shovel, and sickle, and asked, "Is her cultivation absent?"

"Yes, do you intend to kill her?"

"Yes, she seized a disciple of the Daoist sect, and also to escape the Azure Spring River, flooded the two banks of mortals and broke the formation of my hometown."

Killing her would let my heart settle, and my thoughts would be clear." Jiang Yu hoped desperately that the other had not yet left Snow‑Broken Mountain.

Here, everyone's cultivation is equal, making it the best place for revenge.

Qian Zhenren saw through Jiang Yu at a glance; this young cultivator's claim of personal revenge sounded grandiose.

Nevertheless, he liked it.

He also said clearly, "This body has been severely wounded many times; I fear I won't survive long. When I later find her, I'll need your help."

"No problem." As soon as Jiang Yu finished speaking, she saw Qian Zhenren swallow a pill of azure‑ink‑interlaced elixir.

In the blink of an eye, his complexion turned rosy, and he radiated a golden brilliance.

"Are you activating the dual potential of flesh and spirit?" Jiang Yu's face looked displeased; the person before her was using her brother's body.

"Yes, I intend to become a Ghost Cultivator." Qian Zhenren was also helpless; during the earlier duel, he had been injured in his dantian by Wen Lan.

Having spoken, he leapt up, "You keep hidden extra poisons; I'll search around for Wen Lan."

On this side, Guo Jue stared straight at Jiang Yu, wanting to ask many things but not knowing where to start.

Jiang Yu didn't think much, put away her tools, and immediately pursued Qian Zhenren, "Wen Lan is dead; now this one is a body‑snatcher."

"I'll also lend a hand." Guo Jue was only lightly injured; if the little snake didn't suddenly fall asleep, he would at most stumble, not collapse.

The two flew across the snow again, using lightness skill the whole way, and their speed was not weak.

Moreover, because seven suns rose, the temperature of the entire snow mountain rose, and they felt little cold.

Surprisingly, the snow up to half a leg deep beneath their feet melted at the edges into water under the bright sun.

Until a sun set, the water refroze, forming a rim outside the snow layer.

Jiang Yu flew deeper and deeper, never getting a chance to see this strange sight.

But after another sun set, she saw Qian Zhenren in the distance wielding a flexible sword, locked in combat with Wen Lan.

Jiang Yu sped up her leap, quickly closing to within ten zhang of their fight; without the aid of spiritual arts, she relentlessly brandished her long spear, driving straight at Wenlan's back of the head.

Guojue came right after, hurling a knife at Wenlan's flank.

Wenlan dodged with astonishing speed, almost causing the long spear and Qian Zhenren's soft sword to clash.

Wenlan coldly snorted: "Shiqi, you actually found a junior to besiege your senior sister."

"You, a Demon Race, are unworthy to be my senior sister." Qian Shiqi's sword again struck straight at her face.

Jiang Yu and Guojue exchanged a few words, then decided to flank her left and right, jointly cutting off Wenlan's retreat.

Moreover, his swordsmanship is extremely high, and he can, even without spiritual power, use his innate martial cultivation to control his flying sword, emitting sword light to kill.

After only a dozen rounds, Jiang Yu's trio failed in their encirclement, but how could she let Wenlan easily fly out of the snowfield? That precious thunderball she swished at the enemy.