sbdcsierra Chapter 114 The Fearful Killing Intent
Chapter 114 The Fearful Killing Intent
Feng Jiutian said indifferently, his face revealing no emotion.
Upon hearing Feng Jiutian's words, the thousand-year-old lotus root seemed thoughtful and somewhat surprised.
But then I thought, since this woman in front of me is the daughter of the woman who once saved my life, and my benefactor has been missing ever since, if I help her, I can repay the kindness I owe her.
"Okay! I'll help you."
A moment later, the man in front of them transformed back into his original form, the Thousand-Year Lotus Root, still emitting a faint light.
Feng Jiutian looked at the thousand-year-old lotus root on the ground, which was shimmering with a faint light, as if gesturing for him to pick it up.
After a pause, Feng Jiutian stepped forward, picked up the thousand-year-old lotus root from the ground, and instantly felt that the lotus root was speaking to her with its spiritual power.
"Take me back, and save the person you want to save," the Thousand-Year Lotus Root said earnestly.
His voice was extremely calm, as if he had already seen through life and death.
Feng Jiutian remained silent, staring at the thousand-year-old lotus root with mixed emotions.
Feng Jiutian never expected that this thousand-year-old lotus root would choose to sacrifice itself to repay a debt of gratitude.
After carefully storing the thousand-year-old lotus root, Feng Jiutian prepared to leave Tianshan and return home.
As they were about to leave Tianshan, Feng Jiutian turned back and glanced at the place they had just been. After just one glance, she turned and left without a trace of emotion.
……
After leaving Tianshan, Feng Jiutian discovered that the male demon was still following her. She glanced at the male demon sideways.
Why are you still following me?
“I think you have an extraordinary demeanor and are destined for great things. I want to follow you and assist you from now on.”
The male demon spoke respectfully, his eyes full of anticipation, hoping in his heart that Feng Jiutian would allow him to stay by her side.
At first, Feng Jiutian thought the male demon had some ulterior motive.
However, after spending time with him, I found that this male demon posed no threat to me. On the contrary, he always contributed his strength when I needed help, and I thought that keeping him around might be useful in the future.
"Alright, but in your current state, taking you back will definitely cause unnecessary trouble." Feng Jiutian looked at the male demon with a leisurely air, wanting to see how he would react.
I've heard that monsters have their own set of survival rules. In his previous life, Sun Wukong had seventy-two transformations. I wonder what abilities the monsters of this world will possess.
Hearing that Feng Jiutian agreed to let him stay, the male demon was actually very happy, even though Feng Jiutian appeared aloof and indifferent on the surface.
After all, being able to stay by the side of such a master was the greatest blessing of his life.
Before Feng Jiutian could say anything more, the male demon transformed into a fluffy little fox hair clip and pinned it to Feng Jiutian's hair.
Feng Jiutian touched the extra hair clip on her head, without any extra expression, turned around, and continued walking back.
After walking for several days without encountering any more sorcerers, Feng Jiutian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't that she was afraid of fighting, but fighting continuously would eventually make her tired.
Moreover, the mages' strength has become increasingly formidable.
You can't get fat overnight. Although you can imitate, everything still needs to be done slowly.
The sound of rustling leaves could be heard.
Feng Jiutian's eyes sharpened, and he gripped the dagger tightly in his hands.
Suddenly, a blade slashed through the void, heading straight for Feng Jiutian.
"Girl, be careful!"
Xuanji Zi shouted anxiously, instinctively trying to release her spiritual power to protect Feng Jiutian.
But Feng Jiutian smiled, and with a simple sidestep, he twirled the dagger in his hand and met the long sword with a whoosh.
The longsword seemed to carry boundless power. The moment it was blocked by the dagger, it made a clanging sound. The enormous impact caused Feng Jiutian to stagger back several steps, and his eyes became serious.
This level of strength cannot be achieved without decades of practice.
Ordinary martial arts practitioners and those who venture out into the world can be immediately distinguished by just one move when they exchange blows with a knife.
People who practice martial arts are generally very strong, but strength is something that cannot be acquired simply by practicing martial arts.
The newcomer with the long sword had a simple purpose: to test Feng Jiutian's strength.
Feng Jiutian could keenly sense that the person had left some of their strength; at least the power of the longsword was released later, while the initial lethality was much less.
"good."
A figure slowly emerged from the bushes, his eyes cold and dark, but with an unusual smile on his lips.
Feng Jiutian stared intently, his blood inexplicably boiling.
This was a master, and a master of both swords and knives, unlike many of the spiritual power cultivators she had encountered.
She hadn't had a proper sparring session with anyone in a long time, and this person's arrival was just in time.
At the same time, several figures appeared from behind the man, dressed in night clothes, their eyes sharp and filled with murderous intent as they stared at Feng Jiutian.
Feng Jiutian frowned, then said softly, "Little Jin."
A golden snake emerged from the sleeve, instantly reverting to its beast form and looking down at the group.
A flicker of panic crossed the assassins' eyes, then they moved closer, cautiously observing the golden snake. They couldn't understand why this woman could control a magical beast, and why the beast seemed to obey her commands.
Feng Jiutian smiled and said, "Little Jin, leave no one alive among those scum."
With bloodlust in her eyes, Feng Jiutian flexed her wrists and glared at the man menacingly.
The presence of the man had already ignited Feng Jiutian's fighting spirit.
In Feng Jiutian's eyes, all the other assassins were unqualified—unqualified in using a knife and unqualified in killing.
But this was the only man she admired.
Ji Tianzuo stared at Feng Jiutian, his right hand still holding the knife, but his eyes were filled with a hint of inquiry.
Who says the assassination was only targeting a mediocre person with a little skill and cleverness?
The person in front of me was bloodthirsty and ruthless. The restrained killing intent emanating from him was terrifying, yet he consciously concealed it and did not reveal it.
Such an aura—only someone who has survived a battlefield of carnage could possess such a terrifying killing intent.
Ji Tianzuo drew his knife, staring intently at Feng Jiutian, his heart filled with both caution and excitement.
In a flash, both of them vanished from their original positions.
With a loud bang, sand and dust flew everywhere, and then the two knives clashed together.
A short dagger and a slender longsword; one small and exquisite, yet it blocked the longsword.
Without changing her position, Feng Jiutian turned to the side, changing the direction of the dagger in her hand, and stabbed it directly towards Ji Tianzuo's heart.
Ji Tianzuo quickly dodged, counterattacking while looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.
The longer the fight went on, the heavier Ji Tianzuo's heart became.
Although he and this woman could fight to a draw, he was no match for her. On the contrary, she might even find a way to kill him.