Jinguyuan is a cave two hundred miles east of Fortress No. 9.

"Yan'er! What are you going to do... How dare you, bastard!"

A scream came from the cave. As the cave's red light flashed, the sound suddenly disappeared, as if it was blocked.

Inside the cave, the Demonic Prodigy Yun Jiu'an was lying on the dusty ground, with veins popping up all over his body and his eyes bloodshot.

There was a pool of blood underneath him, and his left arm separated from his shoulder and fell several meters away.

The female ghost with whom he had been extremely affectionate before was now looking at him coldly, her face full of hatred. But from the depths of her eyes, a trace of relaxation and joy could be seen.

Yun Jiuan looked at the female ghost with eyes full of fear, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably due to the severe pain.

"I can't believe...I can't believe that you actually recovered your memory. Your previous performances were all acting!"

Yun Jiuan's tone was full of disbelief, and his expression was full of surprise.

The female ghost looked at him coldly and said in a teasing tone: "I was ordered by you to hunt down a monk more than ten years ago, and accidentally obtained a special spiritual herb. I drank it on the spot and accidentally restored my memory.

But my life and death are all in your hands, so naturally I have to continue acting with you until the time changes."

"But it's a pity that you and I are inseparable. I can't make any arrangements at all. But I have been quietly gathering information for more than ten years. I vaguely understand that you refined me into a blood spirit ghost in order to refine me when you advance to the pill formation.

....."

When the female ghost said this, a bright smile suddenly appeared on her face and she said: "I thought I was dead, but I didn't expect that the spirit scorpion split most of your body into flesh with a thunder spell, and all the veins were broken, and your cultivation level dropped.

It’s really an unexpected surprise that I lost control of me when I reached the stage of Qi training!”

The female ghost was actually very surprised in her heart. When the golden thunder and lightning struck, Yun Jiuan habitually put her in front, so she withstood most of the lightning power.

But what is surprising is that although he was also seriously injured and his cultivation fell to the middle stage of Dao Foundation Building, Yun Jiuan withstood a small part of the power but instead his whole body collapsed, his veins were damaged, and his Dantian was disabled.

The female ghost felt happy when she thought of this, so she grabbed one of Yun Jiu'an's arms again. There was a squeaking sound, and then a tearing sound, and another severed arm was torn off and then the female ghost threw it aside.

Yun Jiu'an screamed, breathing heavily and growling: "My father is an elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect and a late-stage pill-forming monk. You can't escape!"

Yun Jiu'an looked slightly flustered. He was clearly at a loss, but he still had to pretend to be calm.

The female ghost smiled awkwardly, squatted down slowly, and helped Yun Jiuan tidy up his messy hair. She held his face with her two snow-white hands and stroked him gently, like a gentle wife.

The female ghost's icy-cold voice sounded in his ears: "Just because I have some bullshit Qingling Body, you killed my parents, younger brother, and younger sister, and refined me into this kind of ghost thing."

"I endured hatred and flirted with you. Do you know how disgusting I feel?"

Click~~The female ghost's face instantly became ferocious, and her hands actually twisted Yun Jiu'an's head off.

It wasn't over yet. The female ghost grabbed Yun Jiu'an's head with one hand and stood up. An illusory figure pulled out from it, which was Yun Jiu'an's soul.

Before Yun Jiu'an could speak, the female ghost opened her mouth, and a stream of blood-colored demonic fire spurted out from her mouth, and her soul was burned into nothingness in less than two breaths.

The female ghost stood up and looked at the miserable death of Yun Jiu'an, her heart filled with joy.

When Yun Jiuan died, she could feel that the mark imprinted on her soul completely dissipated, and she had truly gained freedom.

The female ghost looked at Yun Jiu'an's body, her chest, which was rising and falling due to excitement, gradually stabilized, and her expression softened.

But from the plain expression, there is an imperceptible relief.

"From now on, I won't be called shitty Yan'er. My name is Qin Xiaowan."

"Tianlinggen boy, I will repay your kindness."

Not long after, a black shadow flew out of the cave......

There was only a stain of blood and some black ashes left in the cave, and nothing else.

After leaving the cave, the black shadow threw several things dozens of miles away, including identity tokens and other personal items, and then disappeared into the vast wilderness.

That night...

Long Hao was meditating in a house. Even though he had just returned from a fierce battle, he was still unwilling to give up his practice and rest for a day.

Under the guidance of an egoist like Jiang Yun, Long Hao remained unsullied and his heart was full of justice.

Not only is his whole body like a sharp sword, showing no mercy to evil cultivators and those with evil thoughts, he is also full of compassion for the weak.

However, Jiang Yun's teachings were not without effect. At least he learned to be more cautious. Of course, he was still far from being as cautious as Old Demon Han.

Who would not love someone who has top-notch qualifications in the world and yet practices so diligently?

Therefore, Long Hao has become the only one among the disciples recruited by Jiang Yun to practice Jiang Yun's full range of resource magic weapons.

However, the strange thing is that Long Hao, who used to be able to enter trance and practice with just a few breaths in the past, occasionally exits the trance state today, feeling a little excited.

"I don't know what the first task the master gave me was, whether it was to hunt down some powerful monster, find some precious materials, or protect an old friend..."

"Or maybe the master has some hostile force that needs me to break into the enemy and cooperate with the master inside and outside?"

Long Hao recalled the conversations he had with some of his fellow disciples in Spirit Beast Mountain, and the various stories told by some of the talkative fellow disciples, and his heart was filled with excitement.

Long Hao never thought that those fellow apprentices might be bragging.

A few days later...Jiang Yun's room.

"Deliver a message?"

Long Hao's face was dull at this time, like a clay sculpture, and the excitement he had before entering the room suddenly disappeared.

Long Hao was stunned for a while, with a confused expression, but after a while, Long Hao became energetic again, his eyes were like swords, and he asked in a solemn tone:

"Master, the person you are sending the message to is our Spirit Beast Mountain's spy who has been planted in the devil's path, but you need a disciple to retrieve important information?"

Jiang Yun looked at the disciple in front of him doubtfully, feeling speechless for a while. Did he reach the second grade of middle school at the age of fourteen?

"Ahem, it's not that complicated. The task for you is to send some letters and stationery. Some are sent to the seven major sects, some are sent to the cultivating families, and a few are sent to the secular ones. It's just that the number is a bit large."

Long Hao looked obviously disappointed, but still replied respectfully: "Yes, master, the disciple will definitely complete this task!"

Looking at the disciple in front of him who showed his anger on his face, Jiang Yun still didn't know what he was thinking.

Jiang Yun said with a serious face: "Xiao Liu, do you think this task of sending letters is a trivial matter?"

Long Hao looked a little hesitant and replied: "Disciple doesn't dare! It's just..."

"If you have something to say, just say it. Why hesitate?" Jiang Yun said with a solemn expression.

Long Hao gritted his teeth and cupped his fists and said: "Master Qi, I just think that this task can be completed by sending a disciple in the Qi training period. However, the war in Jinguyuan is fierce now. Although the Demonic Dao has slowed down its offensive recently, there must be an attack in the near future.

There is an earth-shattering battle, and the disciple wants to stay in Jinguyuan to correct the path and slay evil spirits!"

Looking at the disciple in front of him who was exuding the aura of justice and whose eyes were shining with the light of righteousness, Jiang Yun twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and thought:

"Apprentice, apprentice, according to reports, the Demonic Path is already preparing for a general attack. There will be a brutal battle in a month or two at most.

Now the fortress is full of people looking for connections who want to leave Jinguyuan or evacuate to the rear front..."

"Master, I have taken great pains to find a reason for you to leave this place for my own selfish reasons. Why are you still not happy?"

"I may not be able to protect you when the war starts. I bet if it was Brother Han, he would have already started looking for a way out!"

"Oh... I'm also heartbroken."

But Jiang Yun must not say that to his apprentice in front of his face...

Jiang Yun already had a case in mind.

There was obvious disappointment in Jiang Yun's eyes. He shook his head slightly and sighed: "Xiao Liu, you didn't realize the profound meaning of being a teacher. I am a little disappointed."

Long Hao's face panicked when he saw this, and he quickly knelt on the ground and kept thinking in his mind: "I didn't expect that the master has a deep meaning, but what is the deep meaning? What is it?"

Jiang Yun stood up, took out a wooden box from the bookshelf nearby and placed it on the table. When he opened it, it was filled with letters.

At this time, Jiang Yun stretched out his hand to touch the envelope as if touching a treasure.

"Do you know who wrote these letters?"

"Disciple doesn't know." Long Hao answered honestly.

Jiang Yun sighed, with a hint of sadness in his brows, and said softly: "This time we have issued a recruitment task for the division, requiring all official members of Zhenfan Palace to come to the front line of Jinguyuan."

"I promised before that I would not force members to accept missions, so I directly wrote on the mission that I would not allow participants to use up their points and hand over their uniforms and identity tags before leaving on their own."

Long Hao realized something when he heard this, and looked at these letters with a trace of sadness that was difficult to conceal.

Jiang Yun took a deep breath and exhaled slowly and said: "You seem to have guessed it. Yes, these letters are all suicide notes written by the dead members on the first day after they came to the Golden Drum Battlefield. However, some casual cultivators were born because they no longer have

I have family, so I didn’t write.”

"Our Zhenfan Palace originally had a total of 735 official members, and 408 of them accepted the mission and came to the battlefield. So far, 46 people have been killed and 169 people have been seriously injured...

The casualties are close to 50%..."

"The organization will also provide free treatment to seriously injured members. With enough healing elixirs, most of them can recover."

"I will arrange for a small number of members who have damaged their origins and have no hope of success on their path. I will assign them easy positions, such as managing resource points, and then give them some spiritual stone resources. Maybe they will form small families in the future."

"Because some of the deceased members did not write suicide notes, there are a total of thirty-six letters here."

"I have arranged for Yu Jiuxi to exchange all their points for spiritual stones, and also gave each of them some extra spiritual stones as a token of appreciation for the organization."

"In addition, a token will be given to them. Their junior members can use the token to seek help from the organization, and the various branches will also take care of it. After all, their storage bags and magic weapons have basically become trophies of the magic, Guang Yi

It’s too shabby to send a letter back home.”
To be continued...