Leading the entire sect to victory, this useless girl amazed the world of cultivation!

Ji Wushuang's "breakthrough" was really... too unique. The students were delighted but wanted to hold back their laughter. After all, the little adult's bone age was only in his twenties this year, and it was already very impressive that he could refine a first-grade elixir.

Yun Chi suppressed his wide grin, bowed to the sky, and said loudly: "Ahem, congratulations, young master."

Fan Yu also quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, congratulations, young master."

Students from other parties immediately joined in the congratulations.

Soon, the voices of "Congratulations, young master" overwhelmed the "Heavenly Sound" ritual chants in the Taoist temple, and instead echoed back and forth in the air of Qingyu City.

Ji Wushuang, who wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, said: "..."

Ji Wushuang stared at his own Po Zhatian Dojo fiercely, thinking that instead of calling him Po Zhatian, he might as well just shout at the top of his lungs.

Doesn't she have any dignity?!

What are those old guys doing!

Is this damn Tianyin Lichang deliberately here to take revenge on her?

Ji Wushuang angrily sent a message to his brother. Upon hearing this, Old Saint Qiao Mu suddenly realized, "Oh, this is the encouragement text we unanimously decided to install for you. As long as you break through yourself, there will be a special breakthrough congratulations voice we made. How about it? Do you feel full of strength after listening to it? Hahahaha, don't let us down, little Wushuang."

Ji Wushuang: “…”

Ji Wushuang was completely bewildered, and after a long while he said, "You mean, as long as I continue to practice, I'll get this thing every time I break through?"

The old artifact sage smiled and said, "Yes! Are you surprised or not?"

Ji Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, and finally he hung up the phone expressionlessly. He raised his hand and uprooted the dojo, bringing it into his own little world.

The mighty sound immediately attracted Yan Baili's attention. Yan Baili thought that a void beast was attacking, so he hurried over to take a look and found that it was Ji Wushuang.

Good guy!

The entire Pozhantian Dojo is gone?!

"Xiao Wushuang, what are you doing..."

Ji Wushuang pinched out the earth-related Dao Rune to consolidate the hole left by Pozhantian's "removal" while saying quietly, "Don't ask. Even if you do, I still have to save face."

Yan Baili: "Ah?"

Ji Wushuang's face was tense. "I can't bear to stay in Qingyu City anymore. No matter what, I have to escape first."

Yan Baili immediately realized that it was the fault of the "Heavenly Music Ritual Singing". Feeling guilty, he dared not look at Ji Wushuang and said awkwardly, "This ritual singing... isn't it good? You don't like it."

Ahem, how could he tell Ji Wushuang that he actually participated in this "Heavenly Music Ceremony"?

Because he saw with his own eyes that Ji Wushuang failed again and again, tried again and again, failed again and again, tried again and again...

So he felt sorry for her.

However, other races are not as good as humans in these "Six Arts", and even he is the same. He can only find ways to give Ji Wushuang more encouragement.

He thought she would like such encouragement.

It seems she doesn't like it.

Ji Wushuang was very perceptive. She raised her eyes sharply and said dangerously, "Don't tell me you were involved too?"

Yan Baili's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, I didn't."

Ji Wushuang smiled and said, "I knew you wouldn't participate. Now I have to leave for a while and find a deserted place to practice. I will come back when the storm has calmed down."

"what?"

"Let's go, goodbye, Master Dasan!"

Looking at Ji Wushuang's back without even turning his head, Yan Baili, who suddenly became a "left-behind elderly person", was stunned.

No?

His beloved little disciple really abandoned him and ran away?!

and many more!

It's not his fault that he sang with a hoarse voice, so why punish him alone?

No, he wants to settle accounts with Feng Ying, Qiao Mu, Li Zhong and those bastards!!!

……

However, even if Ji Wushuang "escaped", his reputation remained.

Soon this "good story" spread throughout the three major worlds. Ji Wushuang felt that no matter where she went, she would be laughed at, whether in the big world or the small world, even in the world of gods there were legends about her.

"Hahaha, have you heard? The young master of Qingyu City successfully refined a first-grade elixir. Heavenly music lingers, and the whole world celebrates."

"I heard it, I heard it, hahaha, you really dote on the little adult."

"Your life is so good, little master..."

……

Ji Wushuang felt that he had nowhere else to turn, and in anger he sent a message to Xiao Weiguo.

When little Wei Guo received Ji Wushuang's "communication", he was stunned and answered the phone with trembling hands. As soon as he answered the phone, he started wailing without saying a word.

"Sister! Sister! You finally remembered me! Wuuwuwu!"

"Sister! Why didn't you look for me for so many years?"

"Sister! Wuwuwuwu... It's been over five hundred years! Do you know how I've lived these past five hundred years?!"

……

Ji Wushuang felt guilty after hearing the little girl cry. He coughed lightly and said, "I have been trapped for five hundred years. You see, I contacted you as soon as I got out."

"How did you get trapped? Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll come to you and talk to you slowly."

"Really?"

"real!"

"Then come find me soon, sister! I miss you!"

"Sister misses you too, come on! I'm coming right away!"

……

Finally finding the place, Ji Wushuang got up from the ground and informed the little cutie, big cutie, masters, senior brothers, elder brothers, Feng Ying and several Tiandao at home.

"I'm going to leave the human world temporarily, wait for me to come back!"

After saying that, Ji Wushuang decisively hung up the phone, leaving everyone with faces turning green with fear.

and many more!

What does it mean to temporarily leave the human world?

"Ahhhh, it's just a little bit of a loss of face, Xiao Wushuang, please don't be impulsive!"

"That's right! There's no shame in that! Come back soon!"

"Little Wushuang!"

……

It would be strange if Ji Wushuang could hear it. She had already run to the Ghost Market in the God Realm. This was the place where Ji Wushuang and Wei Guo met again. Because of the strong demonic energy, this was the place where Wei Guo tore open the boundary between the human world and the Demon Abyss.

Ji Wushuang had no way to enter the Demon Abyss, and the God Realm would not give Ji Wushuang a back door, so after much thought, Ji Wushuang thought this place was the best choice.

Ji Wushuang arrived at the entrance of the Ghost Market alone, took out his guest token and lit it. Soon, unusual movements were heard from beneath the canopy...

"Who holds my Ghost Market Guest Token?"

An old, withered voice echoed, and several cloaked men appeared like ghosts. The monks passing by were horrified by this sudden appearance. Ever since the problems arose in the Ghost Market, no one dared to go there for a long time. Only Ji Wushuang stood still, neither advancing nor retreating, and even waved in their direction.

"Hello, are you Xianfeng, Shouyue, and Baoming?"

Xian Feng, Shou Yue and Bao Ming were the three gentlemen who gave Ji Wushuang the guest order when she came to the ghost market to look for the "demon spirit".

The black hermits who came to pick up the person finally saw the situation clearly. The person holding the guest order... was actually a young girl?

As soon as she opened her mouth, she called out the names of Elders Xian Feng, Shou Yue and Bao Ming. Could she be the junior of the three elders?

But if I am a junior, how could I possibly hold the guest official order?

The black hermits exchanged glances, then stepped forward respectfully and asked, "Excuse me, young friend, where did your guest official order come from?"

Ji Wushuang smiled and said, "This? This was given to me by Lord Xian Feng, asking me to find him if I have anything to do. I came to the Ghost Market to borrow a passage through it. I wonder if Lord Xian Feng is available?"

The Black Hermits exchanged a glance and whispered, "My friend, I'm afraid Master Xianfeng...is unable to help you."

"Ah? Why?"

Why?

The black hermits paused, and out of respect for the "Guest Order", they decided to take Ji Wushuang to have a look in person.

"Please come with us, little friend."

"it is good."

The Black Hermit took Ji Wushuang into the Ghost Market, but found that the Ghost Market was no longer what it was five hundred years ago. It was extremely empty and dark. They walked through the criss-crossing laws of luck and finally entered a secret passage. At the end of the secret passage was a dark and damp underground palace.

As soon as he stepped in, Ji Wushuang heard hysterical screams.

"Ah...ah..."

"Just kill me……"

"what……"

Ji Wushuang frowned slightly, obviously recognizing the voice. It was the voice of the cultivator who had given her the Ghost Market Guest Order.

She quietly followed the others into the underground palace, and finally saw the person imprisoned in an iron cage, half of his body rotting in pain.

"Kill me, please, kill me..."

He roared with all his might and fiercely stabbed his sharp claws into his chest, trying to crush the godhead to seek freedom, but was stopped by someone.

"Elder, please don't be impulsive!"

"Elder Xianfeng, we have already gone to ask for the pharmacist, please hold on a little longer..."

Amidst the roar, Xian Feng's turbid gaze suddenly turned to Ji Wushuang.

"Is it you... my friend?"

Ji Wushuang nodded, took two steps at a time and walked to Xian Feng's side and said, "I came here to ask for your help."

Half of Xian Feng's face was rotten, but he still managed a wry smile: "I'm afraid I can't help you in my current state..."

"Where are Your Excellencies Shouyue and Baoming?"

"I've already gone..."

"Can I ask what happened?"

Xian Feng was silent for a long time before he spoke with difficulty, "We were attacked by a mysterious monk and were severely injured. Then we became like this... Shouyue and Baoming both died."

Xian Feng said it lightly, but Ji Wushuang knew that it would be an extremely terrible war.

If not for this, the Ghost Market would not have changed from a prosperous place to what it is today.

"Mind if I take a look for you?"

"My friend, I'm afraid my injury is beyond saving..."

"not necessarily."

Ji Wushuang said lightly, and soon detected a familiar aura from Xian Feng.

When Ji Wushuang and Xiao Hundun arrived in Haizhou, they were surrounded by a "group of thieves". They were like crazy beasts, clamoring to "eat" them, but in the end they were swallowed by Xiao Hundun.

That bandit group has this kind of chaotic energy...

It’s a pity that Little Hun Dun is currently in seclusion for cultivation, and Ji Wushuang has no way of confirming with it whether Xian Feng’s “injury” was caused by the same aura.

if……

This is probably related to the man-made Guixu Stone.

Ji Wushuang frowned and said, "It might be a little painful for me to treat you. Can you bear it?"

Xian Feng's eyes widened in disbelief, and he said with difficulty, "Young friend, are you saying... that I can still be saved?"

"Give it your best try."

"Then...I'll trouble you, my friend."

"Ah."

Ji Wushuang's treatment method was extremely simple and brutal. He poured his own dark spiritual power into Xian Feng's body, and then forcibly separated Hun Dun and his flesh and blood...

Because Chaos had already been completely integrated into every inch of Xian Feng's flesh and blood, Ji Wushuang's actions were tantamount to torture him to death.

And it is torture from deep within the bones and blood.

But this time, Xian Feng did not yell, but silently gritted his teeth and endured everything.

He doesn't want to die!

He won't die!

He also wants to avenge those old friends! Revenge!

"Chiguchichi..."

Blood and flesh gushed out and burst, it was so cruel that even the black hermits on the side couldn't bear to watch it.

But Ji Wushuang's face was tense yet calm, and her delicate features were like a flower nourished by endless flesh and soul, so beautiful and unparalleled.

The black hermits took a few steps back in panic until Ji Wushuang completely peeled off the wriggling thing.

"This is……"

Before they could see clearly, the mass disappeared out of thin air.

Ji Wushuang took out the jade bottle and fed Xian Feng several mouthfuls of the best spiritual liquid. Then he stood up and asked, "Do you have any high-level divine pills?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

The Ghost Market can dominate the divine world, so it naturally has a rich foundation. Although high-level divine pills are precious, they will definitely not be stingy in order to save Xian Feng's life.

As the pill entered his stomach, combined with Ji Wushuang's top-grade spiritual liquid, Xian Feng, who was originally doomed to die, actually got better.

"This……"

"This……"

This is simply a miracle!

Not only did the Black Hermits not dare to believe it, even Xian Feng himself was unable to recover for a long time.

"I, I'm fine?"

Ji Wushuang smiled and nodded, his gaze suddenly turning to the black hermits beside him, making their scalps tingle.

"Sir, what do you think of us?"

Ji Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you feel anything?"

Several people were puzzled: "Huh? W-What feeling..."

"You guys are also infected with this damn thing."

Several people:"???"

Several people:"!!!"

No way?

Ji Wushuang suddenly took action and injected dark spiritual energy into the acupuncture points of several people. Soon, they felt a tearing pain in their bodies, and then a black object slowly crawled out from their Qiqiao.

Everyone was so frightened that their cloaks flew up, and they almost hugged each other and screamed on the spot.

Just like the things that had just invaded Xian Feng’s body, these “black things” also quickly disappeared without a trace.

"What the hell is this!"

"Oh my god! I feel so sick just thinking about them being inside me!"

"Are we clean now, Your Excellency?"

Ji Wushuang smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's clean."

"Really?"

"real."

"That's good……"

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they heard movement in the air. A tall, graceful, and gloomy man stepped through the air, slowly approaching the barrier and began to speak, "Is Xian Feng fully recovered?"

"Lord Heiwu!"

"Greetings, Lord Heiwu!"

"Reporting to the Lord, the string seal is ready."

……

"Yeah, that's good."

The man's voice was icy and cold, and there was no hint of bullying in it, but Ji Wushuang was so perceptive that he immediately heard the regret in his words.

Ji Wushuang raised his eyebrows and met the man's gaze coldly. The man pursed his lips and said quietly, "The person you saved?"