After a few exchanges, Feng Yu discovered that the 'him' in the mirror used the same moves as him. He figured that the moves he used when fighting Jiang Ming had been memorized and copied into the mirror image.

Feng Yu was not afraid at all. No matter how perfectly the mirror image's moves were replicated, it was just a pre-programmed machine.

Without a soul, how could one fathom the techniques he had practiced for hundreds of years?

He quickly adjusted his moves and destroyed the mirror images one by one.

After the mirror image disappeared, another bright red square popped up automatically on the wall, from which flew out an identical round mirror, which still reflected his image.

Is that all? That's too simplistic.

He quickly pulled open all the bright red squares on the wall, and sure enough, they were all round mirrors. He shattered all the round mirrors with his flying sword and was surrounded by eight 'selves'.

Eight mirror images attack simultaneously, each with a different move.

So what? It's all his own doing.

The mirror image's combat power is no higher than his; even if eight of them attacked together, he could handle them with ease.

It's just a bit troublesome and time-consuming.

time consuming……

With a 'whoosh,' the sword light shattered the last image, and Feng Yu fell into deep thought.

These are child's play; they're not very powerful, but they're incredibly time-consuming.

Could it be that Jiang Ming doesn't dare to kill him yet, but only wants to stall him?

The squares on the wall are densely packed; if they're all just things to kill time... who knows how many changes might happen in the meantime.

But we have no choice but to open it.

Then we'll open more at once.

He removed the brown squares and opened all the purplish-red squares on the wall. Purple mist erupted from the squares, and the dark room was quickly enveloped in a purple fog...

……

Jiang Ming was quite busy. He stayed in the stone chamber, but most of the time he was receiving and sending messages and arranging affairs.

He had just sent the message when his communication token lit up again.

Shen Yao muttered to herself, "It's better to be a wandering immortal. Once you're involved with an organization, there's always something to do."

Jiang Ming had excellent hearing and heard her clearly, but he still teased her, "What did you say?"

Shen Yao: "I said you're so busy, the outside world can't function without you, so why don't you let me go out? You can be your hall master, and I'll be my rogue cultivator. We won't interfere with each other, wouldn't that be great?"

Jiang Ming didn't even turn his head, processing the messages: "I'll let you out when you remember."

How annoying! It's not even a question, what does she think?

She stared at the back of Jiang Ming's head with ill intent, wanting nothing more than to rip out his spiritual root.

"Do you still want to kill me?" Jiang Ming suddenly asked.

Shen Yao's eyes practically pierced the back of his head: "Do you have eyes in the back of your head?"

Jiang Ming: "Hmm, my spiritual sense is watching you, and the killing intent is too obvious."

Shen Yao looked away and leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

The stone bricks on the ceiling are a darker color than the stone bricks used to build the walls, appearing bluish-black.

This stone chamber doesn't look very tall. I wonder how high it is from the ceiling to the ground. Once the earth spirit root grows, can we dig a hole to get out?

She was thinking about where she should dig the hole.

We have to dig after Jiang Ming falls asleep...

Seeing that she had been staring at the ceiling for a long time without moving, Jiang Ming asked her, "What are you thinking about?"

Without hesitation, Shen Yao replied, "I'm thinking about how to kill you."

Jiang Ming turned around, glanced at her calmly, and sighed: "Even if I owe your entire clan their lives, and I've saved you so many times, shouldn't we settle the score?"

How could she possibly repay the Qing Dynasty? Shen Yao remained silent. She had indeed accepted the help from the Jiang siblings, but how could her life compare to the lives of the more than thirty members of the Spirit Herb Sect?

Jiang Ming wanted to resolve her misunderstanding: "The matter of the Spirit Awakening Seal is of great importance. I don't know if the sect leader, Heng... is your master, Zhao Zhen. I don't know if he has revealed this to the sect. We have no choice but to kill them all."

Shen Yao was in great pain. She gritted her teeth and glared at him with red eyes: "It's just an excuse for your bloodlust. You killed so many innocent townspeople in Xuanhu Town too."

Jiang Ming regretted it, but he was not guilty: "Mu Yangchen, the town chief of Xuanhu Town, has concealed Zong Changheng's whereabouts for hundreds of years. We don't know how much power they have built in Xuanhu Town. Even if we killed the wrong person, we cannot let him go."

After a pause, he added, "Many things are not as simple as you think. Your master and the others had ulterior motives when they stole the Spirit Awakening Seal."

Shen Yao sneered: "Your father used the Spirit Awakening Seal to force his clansmen to change their spiritual roots. Was his intention really so good?"

Jiang Ming's eyes widened in shock, and he blurted out, "The Spirit Awakening Seal is with you!"

The air in the stone chamber was somewhat stagnant. Jiang Ming's gaze swept from her storage ring to her eyes, and he said with certainty, "It's with your father."

At this moment, Shen Yao deeply regretted her own lack of intelligence and her arrogant mouth.

She felt a chill run through her body, but tried her best to remain calm, staring intently at Jiang Ming.

After staring at her for several breaths, her eyes wide open and unblinking, Jiang Ming already had his answer. He stood up and leaned over the stone bed, pressing his body against her, and solemnly instructed, "Only I know about this. You must not mention it again, and you must never reveal it to anyone."

"And you absolutely mustn't let my sister know, understand?"

Shen Yao ignored the oppressive feeling he exuded and sneered, "Aren't you going to torture me a bit to force me to hand over the Spirit Awakening Seal?"

Jiang Ming met her gaze, attempting to intimidate her, but ultimately gave in, withdrawing his imposing manner and saying helplessly, "Sigh... how could I bear to?"

Shen Yao's heart skipped a beat, and a wave of humiliation surged to her head. Her face flushed red, and she gritted her teeth, wishing she could tear him apart immediately.

For some reason, she felt even more hatred for Jiang Ming at this moment.

"I'm tired." She lay down facing the wall, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, feeling restless.

The earth spirit root is almost fully grown. Just be patient a little longer, and I'll leave once it's fully grown.

……

In the dark room, dozens of small beasts appeared from the purple mist. The small beasts jumped together and merged into a tall, strange beast.

The beast was large, with purple eyes and a purple body. It had one head and three faces, and its body was covered in scales. It was the ferocious beast described in the book: "Purple Scale".

Feng Yu activated his shield spirit to its fullest extent, ready for battle. He never expected that the True God Sect would also raise ferocious beasts.

Ferocious beasts are rare in the world. They usually dominate a certain area and reign supreme among strange beasts. They are extremely difficult to encounter and extremely difficult to kill.

Not to mention raising them.

It seems his previous judgment was wrong; Jiang Ming didn't dare to kill him, he simply wanted to leave no trace of him.

They were actually willing to release ferocious beasts to deal with him.

Purple Scales stomped its forehooves, and purple flames rose from beneath them. It looked down on the cultivator in front of it. With a tug of its hoof, the purple flames roared and attacked Feng Yu.

Feng Yu dodged, and the purple flames landed on the collapsed table behind him, instantly burning the table to ashes.

He retaliated with his sword, the Frost Sword slashing across the back of the purple-scaled beast, sparks flying as it grazed the beast's scales.

Zi Lin's body trembled, several scales fell off, and purple flames rushed towards the Frost Sword, trying to melt it into a useless weapon.

Feng Yu quickly sheathed her sword, dodged the purple flames with her agility, and took the opportunity to pull open all the different colored squares on the wall.

Various mists and lights emanated from the opened, colorful squares.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he leaped onto the roof, braced himself against the corner of the ceiling, concealed his presence, and then used the invisibility talisman given to him by Huo Die to watch the fight unfold.

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