Chapter 321 - Chapter 321: Demon Vanquishing Light! Ji Zhuling Is Dead! (2)
Chapter 321: Demon Vanquishing Light! Ji Zhuling Is Dead! (2)
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Crack! Crack! Crack! The firewood emitted a soft Explosion sound as it burned. The flames swayed, illuminating half of Han Zhao’s face.
At this moment, seeing Ji Zhuling walk out, Ji Baiwei responded and immediately looked at Han Zhao.
Han Zhao looked at her and nodded slightly.
The three Lian sisters, who were sitting beside the bonfire, also understood.
This was indeed a good place to make a move.
Ji Zhuling walked out of the village and arrived at the deserted forest. After confirming that no one was following her, she patted the Sumeru Pouch at her waist and took out a bronze mirror that was a foot wide.
She bit her finger and smeared the blood on the mirror before injecting Yin energy.
Buzz!
About ten breaths later, the bronze mirror emitted a dim light and floated in the air.
The back of a woman in a long black dress was revealed in the bronze mirror. Her body was covered in a layer of mist, and one could only vaguely see the outline of her graceful body.
“Greetings, Lady Xiao Ji.” Ji Zhuling bowed respectfully to the woman in the mirror.
The woman’s figure in the mirror swayed as if she had turned around. Her face was faintly discernible in the mist, and a hoarse and metallic Anomaly voice sounded. “Zhuling? What’s the matter?”
“Baiwei and I have already arrived in Hanyang County. We’ll be able to reach Great Liang City in about six days,” Ji Zhuling said.
“Are the three people from the Lian family also here?” The woman in the mirror asked.
“Yes,” Ji Zhuling replied. Then, she asked, “Should we attack?”
“There’s no hurry. The old fellows of the Lian family are not completely dead yet. If we directly snatch their family’s divine weapon, we might not be able to obtain the recognition of the divine weapon. Moreover, that old lunatic is not to be trifled with. Let’s not attack for the time being,” the woman in the mirror said.
“l spoke too much.”
Ji Zhuling hurriedly bowed deeply.
“How is Baiwei compared to the Lian family’s divine weapon?” The woman in the mirror changed the topic.
“Baiwei has already fused the second Seven Evil Mask fragment into her body. However, because of Han Zhao, I don’t know if she has received the recognition of the divine weapon fragment.” Ji Zhulings expression tightened.
The woman in the mirror was silent. The mist on her body seemed to have become much thicker.
“l deserve to die!” Ji Zhuling knelt on the ground.
The woman in the mirror was silent for a long time before saying calmly, “Get up. This isn’t a bad thing. It means that in Baiwei’s heart, Han Zhao is more important than you.”
“Thank you, my lady.” Ji Zhuling slowly stood up.
“It seems that the decision back then was the right choice,” the woman in the mirror suddenly said.
“Lady, you’re wise,” Ji Zhuling quickly echoed.
“Then create some difficulties between them. Han Zhao seems to have a grudge against the Longevity Sect. Release the news,” the woman in the mirror instructed.
“Yes.” Ji Zhuling accepted the order.
“As long as Baiwei obtains the recognition of the second fragment, it’s basically only a matter of time before she becomes the Seven Evil Mask Weapon Master. In the second year after the Qian Heaven Palace opens, my period of guarding the Outer World will end.”
“During this period, I’ll leave Baiwei’s matter to you. I’ve already informed the few old fellows in the family. They won’t interfere in Baiwei’s matter.” “l promise to complete the mission and not delay Lady Xiao Ji t s matters.” Ji Zhuling knelt down again to show her loyalty.
Seeing that there was no response for a long time, she carefully raised her head and looked at the bronze mirror floating in the air. She realized that the mirror had returned to normal.
Ji Zhuling heaved a sigh of relief and stood up again.
This Lady Xiao Ji had only become a Weapon Master in the past hundred years, but her talent was peerless. In less than a few decades, she had become a Rank 2 Weapon Master.
She had been guarding the Outer World for 47 years. There were only 13 years left until the 60-year period.
The few ancestors in the clan who had been in the Hundred Races Battlefield for many years said she was the most outstanding genius in the Ji family in a thousand years. It was only a matter of time before she became a Holy Lord.
If Baiwei could really become the Seven Evil Mask Weapon Master, there was even hope for Lady Xiao Ji to recreate the Ten Kings Mask in the future, allowing the Ji Family to obtain greater benefits in the grotto-heaven battle.
“Baiwei, don’t blame me.” Ji Zhuling suppressed the last bit of hesitation and reluctance in her heart.
Originally, she had developed some kinship with Ji Baiwei because she had taken care of her all year round.
However, ever since Ji Baiwei fell out with her for Han Zhao, her last bit of guilt had basically dissipated.
As long as Xiao Ji could succeed, she could even obtain a Rank 1 divine weapon in the future. A true Weapon Master could easily live for more than a thousand years.
“This is my last chance.” Ji Zhuling made up her mind. Ji Ling was clear about rewards and punishments. If she failed again, Xiao Ji had many ways to make her life a living hell.
Ji Zhuling calmed herself down and returned to the village.
In the stone house, Han Zhao had already roasted the pheasant. After scattering the seasoning, he distributed it to Ji Baiwei and the three Lian sisters.
Seeing this, Ji Zhuling prepared to turn around and leave, guarding the door.
“Aunt Ji.” Ji Baiwei suddenly called out to her.
“Baiwei?” Ji Zhuling stopped in her tracks. Ever since she had a conflict with Ji Baiwei, this was the first time he had called her in more than half a year. “You should… eat something.” Ji Baiwei walked forward, lowered her head, and handed the roasted drumstick to Ji Zhuling.
Ji Zhuling was stunned. She looked at the greasy drumstick and subconsciously wanted to refuse. However, when she saw Ji Baiwei’s awkward expression, her expression softened.
Baiwei was already 19 years old, but she was still like a child.
She wanted to reconcile, but was she embarrassed?
“Okay.” Ji Zhuling took the drumstick and apologized to Ji Baiwei in her heart. Even with her help, she could not escape Xiao Ji’s palm. She might as well fulfill her wish..