Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

The more Cheng Yushu thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was extremely feasible. Once successful, the profits gained would surely allow the Cheng family to reach a higher level.

No matter how great the risk, he must kidnap Jiang Han!

After he arranged for his men to follow Jiang Han, he moved and quickly fled towards the teleportation array. He wanted to report to the ancestor in person and prepare manpower at the same time, and he was determined to formulate a perfect plan.

The aura of a late Nascent Soul cultivator roared through the air, like a giant beast approaching. Everyone was so frightened that their bodies stiffened and they couldn't raise their heads for a moment.

It turns out that in addition to His Royal Highness the Holy Son of the Sword Sect and the evil demon of the Lingtian Sect, there is actually a powerful Nascent Soul master hiding in the dark.

Just look at that aura, it's clear that he is from the Yin Yang Sect.

Soon, an order spread throughout the city. The order prohibiting the sale of Sanfeng Pills to Jiang Han was cancelled, and instead an order was issued that as long as Jiang Han needed anything, it must be delivered to him unconditionally, and the bill would be put on the Cheng family.

Many shopkeepers looked at each other in bewilderment. Hadn't they said before that they would cut off Jiang Han's source of elixirs and make things difficult for him in every way possible?

Why did she suddenly start licking him so eagerly and unconditionally support any request of Jiang Han?

……

Mo Qiu Shuang felt that she shouldn't have gone out today, and she shouldn't have deliberately let Sixth Junior Sister and Jiang Han meet.

She originally thought that when Sixth Junior Sister was in the Sword Sect, she was able to put aside her pride and admit her mistake in public to Jiang Han. She must have realized her mistake and was about to wake up.

However, she deliberately created an opportunity for the two to meet today, but Sixth Junior Sister continued to mock Jiang Han as usual, as if she couldn't wait to provoke the other party and wanted to teach him a lesson like before.

Even with Mo Qiu Shuang's cultivation level, he still felt frightened when he thought of Jiang Han's attack at that time.

He was clearly only at the early Nascent Soul stage, but with just one blow, he was able to severely injure Sixth Junior Sister!

Moreover, his movements were casual, as if he was just throwing a random attack, but the power was terrifying.

Such powerful strength is definitely not just due to being a swordsman.

Even if the sword cultivator is said to be invincible at the same level, she has fought with sword cultivators before, and there is absolutely no sword cultivator who can be so strong.

For the first time, Mo Qiu Shuang discovered that Jiang Han had become so strong.

He has gradually caught up with her, but she is still standing still.

If this continues, won’t it be long before Jiang Han can be on equal footing with her?

Mo Qiu Shuang suddenly felt a panic. If they were on equal footing, how could she ask for forgiveness? After he became powerful, would he suddenly attack her like he did today?

At this moment, the confidence that had always been in her heart quietly cracked.

"Sixth Junior Sister!" Xia Qianqian's exclamation sounded in my ears.

Mo Qiu Shuang watched in a daze as Xia Qianqian carried Nangong Li into the room. It was not until she asked anxiously that she gradually came to her senses.

"Senior Sister, what happened? How could Sixth Junior Sister be injured like this? Was she attacked by thieves?" Xia Qianqian asked anxiously.

Mo Qiu Shuang shook her head weakly and said, "Jiang Han did it."

"What? Jiang Han?!"

Xia Qianqian was shocked. Is Jiang Han so ruthless now?

Then she...

A sense of panic rose in her heart, and she forced herself to remain calm and asked, "Jiang Han wouldn't attack without reason. Did Sixth Junior Sister offend him again?"

She was not surprised at all that Sixth Junior Sister was beaten by Jiang Han.

The Sixth Junior Sister had always looked down on Jiang Han, thinking that he was just a peasant and was not worthy of being in the same sect as them, let alone having the same master as them.

So he always acted condescendingly, teasing Jiang Han from time to time and touching him at every turn.

If she still treats Jiang Han with the same thoughts as before, she will inevitably be beaten.

Mo Qiu Shuang didn't expect that Xia Qianqian could see so accurately, so she briefly told her what had just happened.

Xia Qianqian laughed angrily when she heard it: "If that's the case, then she really deserves a beating!"

"You don't know respect for others. Sixth Junior Sister still treats Jiang Han as the same worthless person she used to be? Beating her is the least of her worries. If other people from the Sword Sect were here, they would probably fight her to the death right there!"

What a brainless thing! She doesn't even think about Jiang Han's current status. He is the Holy Son of the Zixiao Sword Sect, and his status is much higher than theirs.

If she were there, she would hit him even harder than Jiang Han.

Mo Qiu Shuang agreed when she thought about it. This time, it was Sixth Junior Sister who provoked her first, so she deserved to be beaten. She couldn't blame others.

A complex look flashed in her eyes.

Jiang Han's identity is indeed different from before, and they can no longer treat him the same way as before.

Otherwise, the relationship between them will become increasingly difficult to repair, and may even get worse.

She suddenly thought of the terrible guess she had just made, and with a sweep of her consciousness, she asked, "Has Second Junior Sister woken up?"

Xia Qianqian shook her head helplessly: "He woke up, just finished crying, and he probably hasn't fully woken up yet."

Mo Qiushuang's brows tightened: "Is it because of Jiang Han?"

Seeing Xia Qianqian nodded, she couldn't help but pinch her eyebrows in annoyance.

How come all these people fell into Jiang Han's hands?

……

"The understanding of the law depends on talent first, and understanding second."

The Sword Spirit sat cross-legged in front of the Nascent Soul and said word by word, "For cultivators at a low level, talent is the most important. The higher the talent, the higher the degree of harmony between the body and the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and the faster the cultivation speed will be."

"But if you want to climb higher and go further, the most important thing is understanding. That's why cultivators in the upper realm value understanding the most."

"It just so happens that, regardless of talent or comprehension, you are both peerless. Furthermore, with the inheritance in hand, comprehending the laws will be a piece of cake for you. You only need to follow the steps and it will come naturally."

As she spoke, she was still making a hand gesture, then she raised her hand and pulled, and a green light suddenly appeared from the void.

"This inheritance of the Law of Wind is still too powerful for you. I will separate a strand from it. You must first comprehend it thoroughly, and then continue to comprehend the rest."

Jiang Han nodded and said simply, "Okay."

As the sword spirit pointed his finger, the green light turned into a breeze and suddenly penetrated into the center of the Nascent Soul's eyebrows.

The breeze passed through the Nascent Soul and entered his sea of ​​consciousness, causing ripples in the purple sea water. Then a breeze blew up in the lake of his heart, and then all his internal organs, limbs and bones were blown by the wind.

And within his sight, he also saw countless fine breezes, even though he closed his eyes.

But the wind is everywhere.

The wind-fixing umbrella flew up on its own and covered Jiang Han's head, blocking all the strong winds from the outside. The golden soul slowly closed its eyes and released its spiritual consciousness to explore the outside world.

A very faint green light adhered to the surface of the divine consciousness, firmly blocking the soul-devouring gale from the outside world, allowing the fragile divine soul to quietly feel the breath of the wind in this violent environment.

……