Rather than sit and wait for death, it's better to fight for a chance of survival.
If the elixir is truly completed, and she becomes useless to this devil, would she still have a reason to live?
So thought Song Yan, her eyes struggling and wavering, sometimes filled with killing intent, sometimes shrinking back in fear.
She cautiously advanced step by step, a flash of spiritual light in her hand, a long sword gleaming with cold light grasped tightly.
These few steps were extremely far for her.
A distance that could originally be crossed in an instant took her ten breaths.
At this moment, she was no more than an arm's length away from Jiang Zheng. With her Foundation Establishment cultivation, she could behead Jiang Zheng in an instant.
Even a Golden Core cultivator would not survive if their head was chopped off!
The fear in her eyes completely disappeared, replaced only by cold killing intent, secretly circulating her cultivation.
Everything was so silent, like a well-trained assassin.
The next moment, the killing intent in her eyes erupted, and she raised her long sword.
Swish—!
Jiang Zheng suddenly turned over, and the long sword about to strike down in mid-air suddenly stopped.
Song Yan was like a frightened bird, her pupils shrank sharply, and she was so frightened that she immediately returned to the furnace.
The even breathing continued as before.
Hiding behind the furnace, she took a closer look and saw that Jiang Zheng had simply turned over and was still sleeping soundly.
Just now, her nerves were tense, and now, reacting, she realized her whole body was soaked with cold sweat.
After this scene, whether Jiang Zheng was really sleeping soundly or not, she dared not act again.
And she was startled by her bold idea just now, actually attacking a Golden Core cultivator?!
Perhaps that devil was not really asleep at all, but was testing her. If she had really attacked, then disaster would have struck.
Thinking of this, Song Yan could no longer generate the idea of assassinating Jiang Zheng, and peacefully tended to the furnace fire.
Although the other party was bloodthirsty, given the absolute difference in strength at this moment, she could only pray that the other party would really let her go.
As for assassinating a sleeping Golden Core cultivator?
Ridiculous, too ridiculous.
She had heard many stories of Golden Core cultivators falling, but she had never heard of one being assassinated while asleep.
The furnace fire continued to roar.
With his back to Song Yan, Jiang Zheng opened his eyes, his gaze calm.
Then, he smiled disdainfully and continued to close his eyes and fall asleep, only a faint golden light flashing across his body.
Although he did have the idea of getting a good night's sleep, how could he give Song Yan a chance to assassinate him? He had already activated the golden light to suppress himself.
Even if he really fell asleep and let Song Yan chop him for an hour, she would not be able to hurt him in the slightest. This was the absolute difference in strength.
The golden light of a Golden Core cultivator is an insurmountable chasm for a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
This is the qualitative change brought about by realm.
Night swallowed the mountains.
Jin Ling lay on the mountain peak, but its eyes were bright, staring intently at the mountainside below.
Inside the cave.
Jiang Zheng slowly opened his eyes.
"Awake?"
Seeing him wake up, Song Yan turned her face and smiled at him, but it was obviously not so sincere.
"Yes, Elder Song, you've worked hard. I have to go out for a while."
Jiang Zheng stood up and stretched his muscles.
"The elixir will be completed in at most one day. Aren't you going to wait a bit?"
"No, Sect Leader and I have been missing for so long. If I don't go back to report the bad news, they'll be worried."
Jiang Zheng smiled and walked out of the cave.
Song Yan watched his back, her face full of resentment, and raised her fist, making a fierce expression.
"Oh, right."
Jiang Zheng suddenly turned his head.
Song Yan immediately pretended to tend the furnace fire, silently chanting in her heart.
"If the elixir is completed, send me a message."
Leaving a sentence behind, golden light surged on his body, and his figure disappeared at the entrance of the cave.
"Phew…", Song Yan patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "Scared me to death!"
Mountain Peak.
Jin Ling was staring unblinkingly at the cave entrance, the fierce aura emanating from its body preventing the surrounding demon beasts from approaching within a few miles.
After a while, its eyes rolled around a few times, confirming that Jiang Zheng was not there.
With lightning speed, it quickly threw a handful of pills into its mouth, then narrowed its eyes slightly in satisfaction and continued to stand guard.
At this time, golden light flashed overhead, and a figure appeared on its broad back.
"Ree! !"
The familiar aura immediately made it cry out excitedly.
"You've worked hard these past few days."
Jiang Zheng stroked Jin Ling's head, then slowly lowered himself and whispered in its ear:
"Watch carefully. If I haven't returned when the elixir is completed, and she has the slightest strange behavior, kill her on the spot! Remember, be sure to keep the elixir safe."
Jin Ling stared at Jiang Zheng for a moment, as if understanding the meaning of his words, then stood up, gave a cry, and nodded.
"Good, so good!"
Jiang Zheng vigorously ruffled Jin Ling's head, praising with a laugh, then golden light surged on his body and disappeared above its head.
Seeing Jiang Zheng disappear, Jin Ling folded its wings and stood upright, like a golden statue.
It knew that the leisurely time was over, and it could no longer secretly eat things to satisfy its cravings when its master was not around.
At this time, its intelligence was just beginning to develop, and its mind was not very mature, so it could only remember two things.
One, to listen to Jiang Zheng's words. Two, Jiang Zheng's words must be absolutely executed.
Might Dragon Mountain.
The night was as dark as ink, but the main hall on the mountain peak was brightly lit.
Inside the hall.
On the high seat, Mo Wentian sat upright, the two Golden Core puppets beside him had already returned, standing on the left and right, the robes on their bodies slightly embarrassed, obviously having experienced a bitter battle.
Below, several figures were also sitting, everyone's expression slightly worried, discussing from time to time.
"It's already this late, why haven't Fellow Daoist Wu and that Golden Core returned?"
"I haven't encountered them either. Could it be… something happened?"
"It shouldn't be. Two Golden Core cultivators, even if they encounter two Golden Cores, should be able to retreat safely and not fall so easily."
"Let's hope so. At such a critical juncture, if two more Golden Core cultivators are lost, I'm afraid the situation will be unfavorable," one person sighed.
At this time, an aura was rapidly approaching from a distance.
Everyone's eyes lit up, and they raised their heads.
Golden light pierced the night, landing in front of the hall door, revealing a red-haired figure.
Jiang Zheng walked quickly into the hall in the eyes of everyone, his expression sorrowful.
"Fellow Daoists…"
Jiang Zheng swept his gaze over everyone, his voice seemingly choked with sobs.
"Sect Leader Wu… Sect Leader Wu, he has fallen!"
"What?!"
Mo Wentian frowned.
"What kind of enemy did you encounter? How could Fellow Daoist Wu have fallen?"
"Yes! You are both Golden Cores, and at worst you could have retreated safely. How could Fellow Daoist Wu have fallen?"
"Now that Fellow Daoist Wu has fallen, how are you still doing well?"
Everyone frowned and asked in confusion.
"Alas…"
Jiang Zheng sighed, his expression becoming guilty.
"You don't know, we encountered three Golden Cores in a city, two of whom were in the mid-stage of Golden Core. We were simply unable to contend with them.
Sect Leader he… he held back the three Golden Cores alone in order to protect my retreat, that's why…"
As soon as the voice fell, everyone was silent, all with doubtful expressions, seemingly feeling that there were some doubts.
"That's not right either. As far as I know, Fellow Daoist Wu has your Spirit Creek Sect's treasure, the Spirit Creek Diagram, at his side. So what if there are three Golden Cores? He can still retreat the same way."
One person seemed to think of something and asked.
Hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to him, obviously agreeing with what that person said.
After all, that is a Spirit Treasure. A sect, with the power of the entire sect, can probably only create one.
How many are there in the entire An Prefecture? Its power can definitely allow the holder to fight across realms. Even if they encounter three Golden Cores, even if the other party has two mid-stage Golden Cores, they can still retreat safely.
"That's right, this old man also knows about this. This old man once fought with Dan Changfeng, who was holding the Spirit Creek Diagram, and the power was indeed extraordinary. How could Fellow Daoist Wu have fallen so easily?"
Mo Wentian said in a deep voice, then his tone seemed questioning.
If the elixir is truly completed, and she becomes useless to this devil, would she still have a reason to live?
So thought Song Yan, her eyes struggling and wavering, sometimes filled with killing intent, sometimes shrinking back in fear.
She cautiously advanced step by step, a flash of spiritual light in her hand, a long sword gleaming with cold light grasped tightly.
These few steps were extremely far for her.
A distance that could originally be crossed in an instant took her ten breaths.
At this moment, she was no more than an arm's length away from Jiang Zheng. With her Foundation Establishment cultivation, she could behead Jiang Zheng in an instant.
Even a Golden Core cultivator would not survive if their head was chopped off!
The fear in her eyes completely disappeared, replaced only by cold killing intent, secretly circulating her cultivation.
Everything was so silent, like a well-trained assassin.
The next moment, the killing intent in her eyes erupted, and she raised her long sword.
Swish—!
Jiang Zheng suddenly turned over, and the long sword about to strike down in mid-air suddenly stopped.
Song Yan was like a frightened bird, her pupils shrank sharply, and she was so frightened that she immediately returned to the furnace.
The even breathing continued as before.
Hiding behind the furnace, she took a closer look and saw that Jiang Zheng had simply turned over and was still sleeping soundly.
Just now, her nerves were tense, and now, reacting, she realized her whole body was soaked with cold sweat.
After this scene, whether Jiang Zheng was really sleeping soundly or not, she dared not act again.
And she was startled by her bold idea just now, actually attacking a Golden Core cultivator?!
Perhaps that devil was not really asleep at all, but was testing her. If she had really attacked, then disaster would have struck.
Thinking of this, Song Yan could no longer generate the idea of assassinating Jiang Zheng, and peacefully tended to the furnace fire.
Although the other party was bloodthirsty, given the absolute difference in strength at this moment, she could only pray that the other party would really let her go.
As for assassinating a sleeping Golden Core cultivator?
Ridiculous, too ridiculous.
She had heard many stories of Golden Core cultivators falling, but she had never heard of one being assassinated while asleep.
The furnace fire continued to roar.
With his back to Song Yan, Jiang Zheng opened his eyes, his gaze calm.
Then, he smiled disdainfully and continued to close his eyes and fall asleep, only a faint golden light flashing across his body.
Although he did have the idea of getting a good night's sleep, how could he give Song Yan a chance to assassinate him? He had already activated the golden light to suppress himself.
Even if he really fell asleep and let Song Yan chop him for an hour, she would not be able to hurt him in the slightest. This was the absolute difference in strength.
The golden light of a Golden Core cultivator is an insurmountable chasm for a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
This is the qualitative change brought about by realm.
Night swallowed the mountains.
Jin Ling lay on the mountain peak, but its eyes were bright, staring intently at the mountainside below.
Inside the cave.
Jiang Zheng slowly opened his eyes.
"Awake?"
Seeing him wake up, Song Yan turned her face and smiled at him, but it was obviously not so sincere.
"Yes, Elder Song, you've worked hard. I have to go out for a while."
Jiang Zheng stood up and stretched his muscles.
"The elixir will be completed in at most one day. Aren't you going to wait a bit?"
"No, Sect Leader and I have been missing for so long. If I don't go back to report the bad news, they'll be worried."
Jiang Zheng smiled and walked out of the cave.
Song Yan watched his back, her face full of resentment, and raised her fist, making a fierce expression.
"Oh, right."
Jiang Zheng suddenly turned his head.
Song Yan immediately pretended to tend the furnace fire, silently chanting in her heart.
"If the elixir is completed, send me a message."
Leaving a sentence behind, golden light surged on his body, and his figure disappeared at the entrance of the cave.
"Phew…", Song Yan patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "Scared me to death!"
Mountain Peak.
Jin Ling was staring unblinkingly at the cave entrance, the fierce aura emanating from its body preventing the surrounding demon beasts from approaching within a few miles.
After a while, its eyes rolled around a few times, confirming that Jiang Zheng was not there.
With lightning speed, it quickly threw a handful of pills into its mouth, then narrowed its eyes slightly in satisfaction and continued to stand guard.
At this time, golden light flashed overhead, and a figure appeared on its broad back.
"Ree! !"
The familiar aura immediately made it cry out excitedly.
"You've worked hard these past few days."
Jiang Zheng stroked Jin Ling's head, then slowly lowered himself and whispered in its ear:
"Watch carefully. If I haven't returned when the elixir is completed, and she has the slightest strange behavior, kill her on the spot! Remember, be sure to keep the elixir safe."
Jin Ling stared at Jiang Zheng for a moment, as if understanding the meaning of his words, then stood up, gave a cry, and nodded.
"Good, so good!"
Jiang Zheng vigorously ruffled Jin Ling's head, praising with a laugh, then golden light surged on his body and disappeared above its head.
Seeing Jiang Zheng disappear, Jin Ling folded its wings and stood upright, like a golden statue.
It knew that the leisurely time was over, and it could no longer secretly eat things to satisfy its cravings when its master was not around.
At this time, its intelligence was just beginning to develop, and its mind was not very mature, so it could only remember two things.
One, to listen to Jiang Zheng's words. Two, Jiang Zheng's words must be absolutely executed.
Might Dragon Mountain.
The night was as dark as ink, but the main hall on the mountain peak was brightly lit.
Inside the hall.
On the high seat, Mo Wentian sat upright, the two Golden Core puppets beside him had already returned, standing on the left and right, the robes on their bodies slightly embarrassed, obviously having experienced a bitter battle.
Below, several figures were also sitting, everyone's expression slightly worried, discussing from time to time.
"It's already this late, why haven't Fellow Daoist Wu and that Golden Core returned?"
"I haven't encountered them either. Could it be… something happened?"
"It shouldn't be. Two Golden Core cultivators, even if they encounter two Golden Cores, should be able to retreat safely and not fall so easily."
"Let's hope so. At such a critical juncture, if two more Golden Core cultivators are lost, I'm afraid the situation will be unfavorable," one person sighed.
At this time, an aura was rapidly approaching from a distance.
Everyone's eyes lit up, and they raised their heads.
Golden light pierced the night, landing in front of the hall door, revealing a red-haired figure.
Jiang Zheng walked quickly into the hall in the eyes of everyone, his expression sorrowful.
"Fellow Daoists…"
Jiang Zheng swept his gaze over everyone, his voice seemingly choked with sobs.
"Sect Leader Wu… Sect Leader Wu, he has fallen!"
"What?!"
Mo Wentian frowned.
"What kind of enemy did you encounter? How could Fellow Daoist Wu have fallen?"
"Yes! You are both Golden Cores, and at worst you could have retreated safely. How could Fellow Daoist Wu have fallen?"
"Now that Fellow Daoist Wu has fallen, how are you still doing well?"
Everyone frowned and asked in confusion.
"Alas…"
Jiang Zheng sighed, his expression becoming guilty.
"You don't know, we encountered three Golden Cores in a city, two of whom were in the mid-stage of Golden Core. We were simply unable to contend with them.
Sect Leader he… he held back the three Golden Cores alone in order to protect my retreat, that's why…"
As soon as the voice fell, everyone was silent, all with doubtful expressions, seemingly feeling that there were some doubts.
"That's not right either. As far as I know, Fellow Daoist Wu has your Spirit Creek Sect's treasure, the Spirit Creek Diagram, at his side. So what if there are three Golden Cores? He can still retreat the same way."
One person seemed to think of something and asked.
Hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to him, obviously agreeing with what that person said.
After all, that is a Spirit Treasure. A sect, with the power of the entire sect, can probably only create one.
How many are there in the entire An Prefecture? Its power can definitely allow the holder to fight across realms. Even if they encounter three Golden Cores, even if the other party has two mid-stage Golden Cores, they can still retreat safely.
"That's right, this old man also knows about this. This old man once fought with Dan Changfeng, who was holding the Spirit Creek Diagram, and the power was indeed extraordinary. How could Fellow Daoist Wu have fallen so easily?"
Mo Wentian said in a deep voice, then his tone seemed questioning.
