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Chapter 38 38. Formation
It happened so quickly that Xie Yan took a look at the murderous Jiang Jianxin, turned around and ran away like a rabbit.

"Om————"

A white sword energy swept over from behind, hitting him fiercely and accurately with a whistling wind.

"boom------"

The white rabbit, which was still running, was cut in half and lay dead in the wilderness, bleeding profusely.

Seeing this result, Jiang Jianxin did not feel relieved, but frowned instead.

There was not much spiritual power left in her stomach, and the sword energy just now had no killing power at all, so it was unreasonable for it to be cut in half directly.

She came to the rabbit's corpse with the sword in hand, looked at it for a moment, then raised the sword silently, and pulled it out slightly with a "swish", letting the bright blade shine towards the rabbit.

Under the bright skylight, unlike the real scene of blood flowing and tragic death on the spot, the reflection on the Tangguang sword was a rabbit doll cut in half.

Cotton squeezed out from the cracks of the doll and scattered, eventually forming the current scene.

Jiang Jianxin made a "tsk" sound and slammed the sword shut.

As she expected, this boy in purple was extremely cunning. He escaped by faking his death, and his combo moves were so smooth that she, the Sword Master, was helpless.

However, the man was hit by her full-strength sword at the beginning, and his internal organs were seriously injured. He bled all the way when he was running away. Even if he escaped now, he would not be able to recover without several months of recuperation.

Jiang Jianxin took a deep breath and decided to put the matter behind him. He would go back to the rest area to take a nap and then go to Zhenbei City in the afternoon.

So she turned around and prepared to leave, but after taking a few steps, she suddenly felt the ground beneath her feet tremble.

"Rumble--"

A white light spread out from under my feet, and suddenly thick fog rose up on the barren hills that were originally as far as the eye could see.

In the thick white fog, a hand made of black gas slowly stretched out from the fog and grabbed Jiang Jianxin's heart.

"Om-"

Even faster than it was the sharp blade of the Tangguang Sword. Jiang Jianxin reacted extremely quickly and swung the sword backwards, crushing the black hand in the white mist.

Looking at the cold murderous intent hidden in the surrounding fog, her face looked a little bad.

This scene seemed familiar. Jiang Jianxin remembered that Jian Zun's diary mentioned that there was an evil formation in the world of immortal cultivation called the Eight-Directions Soul-Devouring Formation, and it looked like this when it was triggered.

This formation is usually set up by evil cultivators next to the Soul Banner Altar as a protective formation.

——And it was just a coincidence that there was a soul flag in Zhenbei City, a hundred kilometers away.

If it is its protective formation, it is possible that it can spread here.

But the key is that this formation needs to be triggered. She didn't trigger it, so who triggered it?

The question was answered in the next second.

"Tweet-"

A purple-haired chick flew out of the mist in panic and bumped into Jiang Jianxin's back, making him feel furry and itchy.

The latter squatted down and lifted the purple-feathered bird by the scruff of its neck. She saw the little thing curled up into a furry ball, its pair of round black eyes staring at her.

Xie Yan: “…”

He trembled a little. Jiang Jianxin pulled the fat bird up to his eyes and asked in a bad tone, "What did you just do?"

The fat bird flapped its wings hard and said:
"I didn't do anything. I was afraid you would catch me, so I just...fly, fly, fly, fly, and then I was too anxious and bumped into a tree trunk. That's what happened."

The corner of Jiang Jianxin's mouth twitched.

There are many ways to trigger a formation. It could be that a flower, grass, or tree moves, or it could be that it collides with a tree trunk that is covered by the formation.

Jiang Jianxin threw the fat bird back to the ground, and watched it transform into the purple-clothed youth again with a "bang".

"I won't kill you. Let's break the formation together."

Jiang Jianxin said coldly.

It takes at least two people to break the Eight-Direction Soul-Devouring Formation. Anyone who enters the formation will surely die.

The young man was trembling a little. He knew Jiang Jianxin's fighting power. This man was simply a human weapon. He could use sword energy even without a sword. With a sword, he was like the god of death.

"You...you really won't kill me?"

The boy shrank his neck, put his hands behind his back, blinked his eyes, and asked cautiously.

Jiang Jianxin shook his head and extended his hand as a gesture of friendship:

"I won't kill you. Even if I kill you, I can't escape from this situation."

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Jiang Jianxin, a member of the War Alliance, a gifted Sword Master, nicknamed 'Sword Master'."

The young man looked at Jiang Jianxin's outstretched hand, then looked at the thick fog around him. After hesitating for a while, he finally shook her hand and began to introduce himself:
"My name is Xie Yan, a member of the Fool's Society, a Trickster of the Chaos Faction, nicknamed 'The Thief'."

Jiang Jianxin was stunned and asked:
"Your faction's name is 'Fools'?"

Xie Yan saw her genuinely confused expression, and his defenses were somewhat broken. He scratched his head and said irritably:

"Has our Fool's Society become so obscure?"

Jiang Jianxin uttered an "uh" and repeated his familiar words:
"No, I'm a hidden expert. I don't know much about the supernatural world, so I don't know the name of the Fool's Society."

The purple-robed youth suddenly realized something and said, "Oh!"
"No wonder I've never heard of the title 'Sword Master', nor have I seen you before... If I hadn't seen your strength with my own eyes, I would have thought you were some kind of con man."

Jiang Jianxin laughed dryly twice, touched his nose guiltily, and listened to Xie Yan continue:

"Our Fool's Society is one of the Chaos factions. It's mostly composed of Fools, and I'm an exception. There are a lot of fun people in the Fool's Society. Everyone does their own thing and doesn't interfere with each other."

Jiang Jianxin thought of the words that the prophet had left for him:
【Red Moon Night, April Fools’ Day】

She felt that the power of the Fool's Society was connected to this sentence, so she asked again:
"Then may I ask again... What is the main purpose of your force?"

This time it was Xie Yan's turn to be confused:
"Our faction is... uh... I'm not quite sure what it is for."

"Other factions have daily missions and receive subsidies for them, but we at the Fool's Society never issue missions or provide subsidies. Everyone has their own unique way of making money."

Jiang Jianxin was somewhat surprised. She felt that the nature of the Fool's Society was beyond her understanding.
"Without subsidies, then...how did you all come together? By sheer passion?"

Xie Yan shook his head and explained:
"The abilities of those below the Fool level are very strange. They primarily rely on altering their own perceptions to generate power. They need to create information cocoons for themselves to prevent interference from external information, so most Fools stick together."

He spread his hands again and pointed at himself helplessly:
"I couldn't join the forces of the Tricksters and Fantasists, so I decided to join the more unorganized Fool's Society."

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