Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 122 Let’s Find the Answer
The short-lived empty window flashed by, but it didn’t seem like a window to observe a strange world, but more like... a mirror?
There was no time to think in the forest.

The huge class difference between his spiritual consciousness and the seventh-grade flying sword spirit made his brain seem to be bombarded with countless information.

Every minute and every second is torture.

As the gate formation connecting the two worlds was shattered before his eyes, Lin Jian's body floating in the sky suddenly softened and fell powerlessly.

A slender arm embraced his body. Yin Wuya looked at the nearby Lin Jian's face with resentment, "You said you wouldn't connect with its spiritual consciousness..."

"It said it just made the same mistake every flying sword makes. Besides..." Lin Jian returned the flying sword to his arms somewhat feebly, and asked with some emotion, "Did your flying sword come from the northeast?"

"Hmm?" A hint of doubt appeared on Yin Wuya's cold, melancholic face. "So what?"

"That's quite lively." Lin Jian patted his shoulder, "Put me down."

Eliminate demons and break formations!
This battle was a great victory.

"We won." Bai Lingshuang's cold and detached face was now flushed. "We did it."

But Lin Jian's mind kept flashing back to the scenes he had seen, and his expression was not relaxed. "Let's go back."

……

Behind the Mist Mirror, Jian Chun finally confidently asked the Xuanfeng Sect elder, "You saw it all... Their plan failed, and the disciples of the Four Sects are definitely not that incompetent. After this incident, I will thoroughly investigate the daily activities of all disciples of the Pure Yang Sword Sect. Now, can you tell me how you came to be connected to the Demon Worship Sect?"

"I don't know..." The Xuanfeng Sect elder stared at the image in the mist mirror with empty eyes, mumbling in frustration, "I don't know... I can't tell, I really can't tell."

"Uh~" The elder paused suddenly, his eyes dim.

Black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The breath of life quickly faded from his body.

Jian Chun frowned, sensing a subtle fluctuation of true energy.

In an instant, his body turned into a sword light and chased in the direction of the target.

But after just a moment, he came back with a sad face.

Can’t catch up…

The other party was just activating a technique that had been arranged in advance, and the movement of the true energy caused was so small that it was almost incalculable.

It can only be said that the people of the Demon Worship Sect had a backup plan in place, and this elder of the Xuanfeng Sect was actually just a puppet they pushed out.

Looking at the barely breathing Xuanfeng Sect elder lying on the ground, Jian Chun sighed and squatted down, "I finally achieved the Golden Core stage, and now my cultivation world has lost another great leader."

The elder of Xuanfeng Sect opened his mouth in vain, making a "ho ho ho" sound in his throat, but in the end he was unable to give out any more information.

Fortunately, although the body is dead, the soul lives on.

Looking at the elder who was completely dead, Jian Chun focused his eyes and made some hand gestures.

"Soul Searching Technique!"

This is the last resort out of desperation. Soul searching may not necessarily yield the desired information, and it can only be used once.

Moreover, if a cultivator is well prepared, he can take the initiative to cut off the information in his soul. Soul-searching techniques are useless for such a person.

Now that the other party is dead, I can only try the soul-searching technique with the last bit of hope.

A faint human-shaped shadow condensed from the corpse.

Jian Chun probed into the spiritual consciousness and searched through the vast past memories of a Jindan stage cultivator.

As expected, during the recent period of intensive search, many memories were left with absolutely blank gaps.

After finishing the soul search, Jian Chun waved his hand, allowing the soul of the Jindan stage cultivator to find final relief.

……

When Lin Jian and others came back, they saw the body of the Xuanfeng Sect elder.

"You won..."

Jian Chun forced a smile and went forward to greet him.

"But the human race lost." Gongshu Ye was the first to step out. He stared at Jian Chun with a burning gaze and asked, "Elder, we want to know what exactly happened?"

It is completely unimaginable for normal cultivators that humans collude with demons.

The two are mortal enemies, species that can never coexist. The only outcome of a clash between the two is for one to completely destroy the other.

No compromise, no negotiation, no surrender, no reconciliation.

There is only a fight to the death!

Under such circumstances, it is completely unimaginable that someone among humans would actively invite the devil into the country.

Of course, it is reasonable if there are one or two mentally ill monks who only want to take revenge on everyone.

After all, there are all kinds of birds in the forest...but they have an organization.

This mysterious organization called "Demon Worship Sect" is rooted in all the cultivators of the human race and can commit crimes everywhere. It is obviously quite large.

It's impossible for them to find so many lunatics who only want to blow themselves up and destroy the whole world. It only means that their teachings actually meet the needs of some people.

What kind of doctrine could make these people betray the human race?

This is the secret that all these young people want to know.

Facing the expectant gazes of several of the most outstanding young people, Jian Chun gave a bitter smile and was unable to explain why.

"Your elders will handle the Demon Worship Sect's affairs. Your only enemy is Tianyuan."

"What about the Xuanfeng Sect?" Bai Lingshuang looked at the corpse on the ground, then looked up at Jian Chun and asked.

"We will investigate thoroughly, but we won't kill people indiscriminately. We might be able to find some clues about the Demon Worship Sect from them."

Lin Jian didn't listen any further. Even if these elders knew the details, they probably wouldn't say much to the few disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage who were just coming up.

Instead of asking here, it’s better to go back and ask the Sword Immortal.

Lin Jianke still remembers the first question she asked when she saw the sword on her neck, which was "Demon Worship Sect".

……

When I found Haruyuki, he was sitting on a tree branch, swinging his feet and humming a song, looking very happy.

Lin Jian flew up lightly, sat beside her, swung his feet together, and got straight to the point, "What is the origin of the Demon Worship Sect?"

Haruyuki rolled his eyes. "A bunch of psychopaths."

"What's the crazy thing?"

Chunxue shrugged and looked towards the core of Yunmeng Marsh, which must now be a mess. "Didn't you see that? They're even summoning the demons. They're truly inhuman."

"anything else?"

"Still chasing me!"

"Ok?"

Chunxue clenched her fists, her face filled with righteous indignation. "These people are assassinating talented monks everywhere, and I'm number one on their assassination list!"

No, buddy! You sound quite proud, right?
Lin Jian looked at Haruyuki with suspicion on his face. "So, you're not taking refuge with me, are you?"

Haruyuki immediately shrank back and smiled sheepishly, "How could that be possible?"

"So, what is the right basis for the Demon Worship Sect to let these people work for them?"

Haruyuki made the digit seven with his hands and pinched his chin in confusion, "Yeah, why is that?"

"You don't know either?"

"Should I know?"

"Then go find the answer." Lin Jian invited Haruyuki with a smile, extending his hand. "Are you willing?"

"I would like to..."

"Squeak~"

Before Haruyuki could extend his hand, the branch they were sitting on finally couldn't bear the unbearable weight of their lives.

After making an unpleasant creaking sound, it slammed down to the ground with the two of them, raising a cloud of dust.

"Ahem~" Haruyuki, sprawled out, looked up and casually brushed off the leaves above his head. His face was dark and gray, and his eyes were blinking. "Where do we start?"

(End of this chapter)