Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

"Jing Shu" dies once again, and is resurrected once more.

This time, the man bent down, grabbed "Jing Shu's" hair, and forced him to raise his head. With his other hand, he took out a dagger from his storage bag.

"Kid, isn't your master called the Immortal Venerable? Wasn't he very impressive when he led people to wipe out our organization? Why didn't he come to save you? Hmm?"

Before he could finish speaking, the dagger in the man's hand was deeply embedded in Jing Shu's left cheek, and with a forceful downward slide, Jing Shu let out a miserable scream.

Jingran's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Jing Shu found it amusing. Was this person imagining him to be so weak? He was making such a fuss over being disfigured. Did he want to vent his anger on his "weak" light-element disciple because he couldn't beat his master?

However, it seems he really is from that organization. Yesterday, he didn't hide his name at the private school, and the group of children were excitedly discussing him on their way back. This person probably heard the children mention him and then specifically sought out a place to ambush him, wanting to kill him.

It's uncertain whether it's someone with the same name, a cultivator, or even the real person. Even so, this person still wants to kill him, showing how much they truly hate their master; upon hearing his name, they disregard everything else.

Huacheng is under the jurisdiction of the Lingxi Sect, and generally, except for that special period, there are almost no evil cultivators there. Even if there are, they wouldn't dare to kill anyone; Xue Niang's cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage is no joke.

The members of that organization naturally knew this news, and before breaking the seal, they would have carefully hidden themselves, daring not to kill anyone. But even so, this person couldn't help but make a move.

Jing Shu received the information transmitted by the Nascent Soul; they had also encountered evil cultivators.

However, the evil cultivator was very stubborn; no matter how severely the Nascent Soul cultivator tortured him, he didn't reveal a single piece of information. The Nascent Soul cultivator had no choice but to kill him.

Jing Shu looked at the "Jing Shu" who had been scraped to death, and raised his eyebrows slightly. Fortunately, this person had already started to let slip some information while in the illusion array.

"Once we obtain the Soul-Devouring Beast, we will make Han Luo pay for his blood debt!"

The man looked at "Jing Shu," who was being trampled underfoot and struggling helplessly, and revealed a lewd smile.

"I've heard that Han Luo's disciple possesses a Light Spiritual Root, a rare find that appears only once in a century..."

The man stroked his chin with one hand and used his toes to force "Jing Shu" to raise his head.

"Not bad looking... How about becoming my furnace?"

Jing Shu: "..."

She's ugly, but she's a womanizer.

"Get out of here!"

The "Jing Shu" within the illusion struggled helplessly, but in the man's eyes, it appeared as a mixture of resistance and attraction.

Jing Shu couldn't bear to watch any longer. He could watch himself being tortured to death in various ways, but he absolutely could not watch himself die this way.

Just as they were about to dispel the illusion array, Jing Ran, who was beside Jing Shu, moved.

"Aran!"

Jing Ran released Jing Shu's hand in an instant and went to stand in front of the man.

The illusion array sensed someone entering and was about to reactivate the array when the newcomer destroyed the array's core with a single sword strike.

As the illusion gradually dissipated, a sliver of clarity flashed in the man's eyes, only to see a pure white sword pierce his heart.

The man looked down at the sword, his eyes widening in disbelief.

He would never forget this sword, not even in death! It was the Snow Condensation Sword!

The man slowly raised his head and looked at the swordsman in front of him. Although the face was unfamiliar, the killing intent in the man's eyes was strangely familiar to him.

"Yes, you..."

The man, with an expression of extreme terror, died by Jing Ran's sword.

He never imagined that the seemingly weak and unassuming scholar who had been following Jing Shu was actually Han Luo himself.

Jingran pulled the sword from the corpse, raised his hand and flicked the blood off the sword onto the ground, and the corpse fell down.

The Snow Condensation Sword hummed, seemingly very excited. However, Jing Ran immediately withdrew the sword back into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"?"

Xue Ningjian swayed up and down in Jing Ran's sea of ​​consciousness, trying to attract Jing Ran's attention, but Jing Ran had no time to pay attention to him. In the end, Xue Ningjian reluctantly fell into a deep sleep again.

The whole process took only a moment.

Jing Ran silently watched as the "Jing Shu" on the ground gradually dissipated as the illusion array was broken. Even when Jing Shu came to his side, he did not speak.

"Aran, I didn't want to keep watching. I just hadn't had time to turn off the illusion array yet!"

When Jing Shu saw that Jing Ran was ignoring him, he panicked instantly.

A man who had watched himself being killed countless times without feeling a ripple of emotion completely panicked when Jingran ignored him.

"Aran, don't ignore me..." Jing Shu gently tugged at Jing Ran's clothes and said aggrievedly.

“I know,” Jingran said.

He had just been standing next to Jing Shu, so he naturally saw Jing Shu trying to close the illusion array.

But he couldn't stand it anymore. When the man said in an extremely lewd tone that he wanted Jing Shu to be his furnace, he couldn't hold back any longer.

He had only one thought in his mind: to kill this man!

He thought this, and he did it. Jing Ran knew that after closing the illusion array, Jing Shu might not kill this person for the time being; he still needed to know other information, such as the Soul-Devouring Beast that the man had mentioned.

"I'm sorry, I killed this person. You still haven't gotten what you wanted to know."

Jingran looked at Jingshu and said sorry, but there was no trace of remorse in her tone.

Yes, he wanted to kill him outright, not allowing him to live another second! Even if it would ruin Jing Shu's plans.

"I will help you with what you need to do next."

"Aran, you don't need to apologize." Seeing that Jingran was finally willing to speak, Jing Shu finally felt relieved.

"Aran is right no matter what she does. So what if she's killed? It's alright."

Jing Shu selectively ignored the Xue Ning Sword that had just appeared, spoke softly to Jing Ran, and at the same time took out a porcelain bottle from his storage bag, opened the stopper, and poured the liquid inside onto the corpse.

After a puff of smoke, the corpse had turned into a pool of blood and completely merged into the soil.

“We can’t go to the private school anymore.” Jing Ran didn’t continue Jing Shu’s words, but instead began to calmly analyze the current situation.

Since Jing Shu has already been targeted by the evil cultivators, their going there will only bring trouble, or even death, to Xu Sheng and the children.

“You can go, Aran,” Jing Shu continued to explain.

"This evil cultivation organization's ultimate target is not me. Even if they know of my existence, they will not come to bother me again. As for this person, he probably hates my master too much, but he can't beat my master, so he came to take revenge on me."

“Now that he’s dead, the other evil cultivators are even more certain of my identity. They definitely won’t dare to come out before taking action. They’re afraid that if I discover the existence of this organization, they will definitely call my master over. In that case, their plan will completely fail. So from now on, they will definitely have to keep a low profile.”

"Since you know their purpose, why don't you send a message to your master and ask him to come over?" Jing Ran asked, puzzled.

Wouldn't it be safer to do it this way?

Jing Shu was taken aback. His gaze towards Jing Ran gradually became strange.

Isn't my master right here?