After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

Jiang Yueming showed a meaningful expression and blinked doubtfully: "Does the sect have such a law?"

After saying this, he waved his sleeves, and all 3,200 sect rules appeared before everyone's eyes. A light golden halo moved over the rows of text like a dragon, bringing an overwhelming pressure.

All the disciples present were under pressure and felt breathless. The trembling in their souls made them, who had never seen a mountain of corpses or a sea of ​​blood, look confused and helpless.

Jiang Liqian read through the sect rules carefully and found that there was indeed no rule that she mentioned. She was puzzled at first, and then her face turned pale.

She remembered that this sect rule was added in her previous life when she knelt for three days and three nights for her junior sister and begged the master to add it.

At that time, the junior sister was caught up in the entanglement of the demon clan and came to her crying for help. She did not know the true identity of the junior sister yet, and believed in her character, so she stepped forward to stop the disciples of the Discipline Hall and guaranteed that they would not use the soul-searching technique on the junior sister.

Once the soul-searching technique is used, the sea of ​​consciousness will be damaged, which can lead to stupidity and confusion at the least, or death at the worst.

In order to reassure her junior sister, and also because she felt that using the soul-searching technique without authorization was too cruel to the disciples, and if something went wrong, it would ruin someone's life, she specifically went to ask the master to issue this new rule.

At present, there is no such rule in the sect.

Not only had she confessed without being asked, she also had no evidence to back her up. If it were her past life, she wouldn't have been afraid. She had a righteous heart and a clear mind. At worst, she would live a chaotic life and come back in the next life. But now, if her soul was searched, Jiang Yueming would know about her rebirth.

Regardless of whether this is a convincing and incredible thing, the mere "rebirth" itself will bring her a catastrophe.

Even in the world of cultivation, countless people pursue immortality and rejuvenation. If they could be reborn with their memories, then many of their "regrets" would be fulfilled.

Even if she wants to die at that time, she can't expect to die peacefully.

What's more, she has an inner demon. Having an inner demon is like having a time bomb in her body. Jiang Yueming will not hide it for her. By then, the Zhenfeng sect will be implicated by her, the master's reputation will be damaged, and her senior brothers and sisters will lose face.

These are not things she can afford.

His knuckles clenched tighter and tighter, the whitened joints almost lost all their blood color, his heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it would jump out of his mouth at any moment.

The blood in her body was flowing backwards, her legs were numb, and she was almost exhausted. But she couldn't retreat, and she couldn't show any guilt. If Jiang Yueming found out, he would definitely show no mercy.

She bet that he didn't really want to search her soul.

Jiang Yueming had risen from his fine black wood chair, tapping his fan as he slowly walked towards Jiang Liqian. Wherever he passed, there was a dead silence, as still as a cicada in the cold. Even the most ignorant child, anyone in the world of cultivation, had heard of the fame of soul-searching techniques.

Now, no one dared to secretly glance at the old monk's stunning beauty, and no one dared to whisper in his ear. All kinds of jokes such as "unparalleled handsomeness", "gentleman like jade", and "a perfect match made in heaven" disappeared.

With one move, he would destroy someone's immortal path. How cruel!

Everyone held their breath and watched Jiang Liqian's end with trembling. Even those who had disliked her behavior before couldn't help but worry for her. The timid ones even closed their eyes and dared not watch.

The moonlight was floating, the golden shadows were gone, and the handsome young man with a jade face walked in front of him with a faint smile on his face. But every time he knocked the folding fan in his hand, a faint golden light scattered out. The magic he used was a soul-searching technique that made people unable to live or die.

Jiang Liqian almost couldn't hold on and wanted to escape.

Seeing him raise his folding fan and hold it directly against her face, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

A chuckle came.

"This bead is very interesting. Not only does it contain multiple formations and spells, it even utilizes puppetry. He's an interesting child—is he your senior brother? What's his name? Oh, right, it's Si Chuan. Back when he was in Qimingzhai, he was also very mischievous and left a deep impression on me."

Jiang Yueming's tone was casual, but his expression was a little cold: "But this studio really doesn't like troublemakers who rebel against their superiors. Jiang Liqian, do you understand?"

"...Yes, disciple will remember this."

Jiang Liqian breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Jiang Yueming did not let her go. A golden light flashed at his fingertips. He suddenly smiled maliciously and cast a spell at her with lightning speed.

Jiang Liqian took two steps back, slamming heavily into the wall behind her. The terrified Shui Lian'er finally came to her senses, screamed, and rushed over to support her. Meanwhile, Yun Ruyi, terrified to the core, finally mustered up the courage to rush over and stand in front of Jiang Liqian.

Others also cried out in fear.

Jiang Yueming calmly waved his fan and spoke at the right moment, kindly comforting everyone: "Don't panic, everyone, she won't die."

"Jiang Liqian, I'll give you one day. You must stay here on Qiming Mountain and share the essence of the sun and moon. After one day, if you successfully draw the Qi into your body, the soul-searching technique on you will automatically be lifted. You can then go down the mountain to recuperate for a day and return to Qiming Zhai the next day. If you fail to draw the Qi into your body, then the soul-searching technique will serve as a minor punishment for your disrespect for your teacher."

The same excuse, the same voice, past and present lives, all overlapped in an instant. The bloodshot in Jiang Liqian's eyes almost rolled up, but before that, she had already blacked out and fainted.

A body that has not yet been baptized by spiritual energy is as weak as an ant. How can it possibly withstand the erosion of soul-searching techniques?

Jiang Liqian almost thought she was dead, but someone pried open her mouth and stuffed a pill into it. The warm spiritual power entered her body, instantly alleviating the pain of her soul being torn apart.

When I woke up again, the sun was setting and it was almost night.

The shadow of the sun has disappeared from the horizon, but the afterglow of the sunset is still on the branches, swaying and about to sink into the eternal dark sea.

Jiang Yueming was wearing a moon-white robe and sitting on a cushion not far away with his eyes closed in meditation. When he heard the noise, he opened his eyes and looked over.

"woke up?"

Jiang Liqian shook her dizzy head and asked hoarsely, "Where is this? Where are the others?"

Jiang Yueming didn't want to reply to her, but seeing her expression that seemed like she was ready to fight to the death, he was slightly stunned and then burst out laughing.

"It's getting dark, so they'll naturally finish school. As for this place, it's the room I had prepared for you. You can stay here until sunset tomorrow."

Hearing this, Jiang Liqian's tense nerves relaxed and he regained the respectful tone that a disciple should have.

She got off the bed and sat on another futon, her face still pale.