The ancient martial arts master traveled through time

Suddenly she saw the totem space in her hand, the color became lighter, and it felt like it was about to disappear at any time.

Ruan Xiaojiu touched it with her hand, thinking about entering the space. The next moment, Ruan Xiaojiu actually went in. The fog here was thicker than the last time she left. The oxygen in the air was as thin as the chaotic space and time, without a trace of life.

The Gu King was shining with a faint golden light on a stone not far away. If it weren't for the glow, Ruan Xiaojiu wouldn't be able to see it.

Ruan Xiaojiu walked closer and found that the Gu King had fallen into a deep sleep again. She looked around and the depressing atmosphere made Ruan Xiaojiu feel uncomfortable.

What happened here? Did I vaguely guess that it was caused by the destruction I caused last time?

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from a distance: "Master, Master, you are in trouble, you are in trouble."

Ruan Xiaojiu was displeased and confused, and shouted, "Come out and explain clearly, what do you mean?"

"You destroyed the medium of the ghost cave, and you will suffer backlash."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small black door slowly appeared not far away. It was still pitch black, without any change.

A voice from the small black door rang out from within the door. "Master, the space you are in now is your natal golden cave. In the future, if you want to return to the ghost world or go somewhere else, you will need the golden cave as a medium. Otherwise, your physical body will not be able to travel anywhere. Now, if you destroy it, you will be trapped in it and unable to leave."

"Don't try to scare me. You think this broken thing can trap me? I can leave whenever I want." Ruan Xiaojiu didn't believe what this ghost thing said.

"Oh, little master, why don't you believe it?! Haven't you noticed that your body often feels very tired and sleepy? This is the initial manifestation of backlash. When the space completely disappears, your soul will be trapped within it, and your body will fall into a long sleep and be unable to wake up, little master."

Ruan Xiaojiu recalled that she had indeed had some health problems in the past two days, and she came here to find out whether the cause of her health problems was related to this place.

After hearing what Xiao Heimen said, she suddenly realized that if this was really the case, then how could it be possible? She asked, "Do you have a solution?"

"Yes, there is, but it will be difficult for you, my little master."

"How to say?"

When it comes to Ruan Xiaojiu herself, she still pays attention to details.

"The young master needs to bring a strong man with him to the ghost world to find the Hell Flower and swallow it with his soul body."

"What do you mean? Why do you have to have a man? I am enough."

"My young master, you can't do it by yourself. The Hell Flower has a strong Yin energy. You are the princess of the ghost world, so your Yin energy is naturally stronger. Therefore, someone with masculine energy should pick it to avoid damaging the effect of the flower.

However, mortals are not allowed to enter the ghost world. Otherwise, they will be declared dead and unable to return to the human world. Therefore, the little master needs the protection of the ghost princess's aura to avoid mistakes. Please hurry, little master."

Heimen didn't know what summoned him, and before he could finish his words, the voice suddenly faded away and disappeared. Ruan Xiaojiu looked up at the place where Heimen disappeared and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, Xiao Cui's anxious voice came from outside, "Prince, Prince, what's wrong with you? Why did you fall asleep while sitting? Didn't you just wake up?"

Xiao Cui was a little panicked and shook Ruan Xiaojiu's body hard, fearing that her prince would fall into a deep sleep again and could not be awakened.

Ruan Xiaojiu left the space, and the shaking almost made her vomit on the spot. She yelled, "Stop, Xiao Cui, are you trying to shake me apart? My stomach is churning, but I can't vomit anything."

"Your Highness, you just scared Xiao Cui to death. Xiao Cui thought you fell asleep again."

"Xiao Cui has prepared millet and shredded pork porridge for His Majesty, as well as a few delicious side dishes. They are all His Majesty's favorites. Please try them quickly. You haven't eaten anything for a whole day and night."

Ruan Xiaojiu sat up straight, watching Xiao Cui set the table. She felt visibly sleepy again. Could it be that what Hei Men said was true? If so, she really should resolve this issue as soon as possible. Fighting back her sleepiness, she said, "The King is fine."

Thinking of Hei Men's mention of a powerful man, Ruan Xiaojiu immediately thought of Di Jingchen. In her impression, only this man could be considered barely powerful. This man might have the ability to help her. She asked, "Where is that Saint? What is he doing today?"

Xiao Cui then remembered and hurriedly reported back, "The Holy Lord has left and said he will be back in two or three days at most."

Ruan Xiaojiu picked up the bowl of porridge, put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, and said, "If he comes back, remember to let him come to see me."

"Yes...your Majesty."

At night, Ruan Xiaojiu was constantly on guard, trying not to fall asleep too deeply. He tossed and turned, his head always feeling groggy and his eyelids always wanting to close unconsciously. So he simply got up and went to the dark cell to interrogate the witch clan's emissaries.

She came to the cell where Zhuo Qi was imprisoned. It was damp and smelly inside, with no ventilation. There were a few dim oil lamps on the wall, illuminating the surrounding area with a faint light.

After a day and a night, Lu Qi was almost exhausted. He was locked on the rack and tortured almost every hour.

The wounds were not visible because he was wearing clothes, but only he knew that the skin underneath was in a terrible state.

The guards brought a chair to Ruan Xiaojiu. Ruan Xiaojiu sat on it, crossed his legs, and looked at the man who was so handsome the day before but was now dying.

Ruan Xiaojiu ordered, "Splash water on him to wake him up."

The guard came forward and handed him a basin of water. Lu Qi woke up immediately. He felt pain in his body and looked up to see Ruan Xiaojiu sitting opposite him looking at him.

He quickly begged for mercy, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! I was wrong."

"Oh? Wrong."

Ruan Xiaojiu said playfully, "It's a good thing to know you're wrong. This king knows."

"Your Majesty, please be magnanimous and let me go. I really can't bear it anymore. Even if you can just let me die quickly, I will be grateful to you."

Ruan Xiaojiu shook his finger: "It's impossible to let you go. Whether you want to die depends on my mood, and of course it also depends on your performance."

Ruan Xiaojiu leaned back in his chair and said nonchalantly, "Now I ask you a question, and you answer it. Once you have answered it, I will consider it."

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, just ask. I will tell you everything I know."

"Are you from the Wu tribe?"

"Yes." Kuqi nodded in response.

"Who among you Wu Clan wants to kill your Lord Saint? And why do you want to kill him?"

Lu Qi was a little hesitant.

"Don't you want to say it?" Ruan Xiaojiu's cold voice came.

"No, no, it was the Saint. The Saint couldn't stand the Saint's aloof demeanor, nor could he stand the Wu people's worship and admiration for the Saint."

Nuqi dodged his eyes, obviously not telling the truth. Although it was too dark to see clearly here, Ruan Xiaojiu still noticed it.

"Haha," the cool laughter made Lu Qi shudder.

He quickly added, "It is said that the Saint is looking for something that can allow the Saint to ascend to another place."

"What is that?" Ruan Xiaojiu became interested when he heard that it could ascend.

"I've never seen it, so I don't know what it looks like, but the blueprint is in the hands of the Saint."