The Substitute Female Supporting Character Sees the Bullet Screen

From Gu Jiang, there indeed emanated an air of exhaustion, as if he were barely holding on. Under normal circumstances, when an enemy is weak, one should strike while the iron is hot. Even if any other Demon Ancestor were standing here, the four Nascent Soul peak cultivators leading the others could take the risk and try their luck.

But Gu Jiang was different. The fact that there was only one Feng Hanying in the world who practiced the "Blood Moon Shadow" showed that he still had the ability to control his demonic energy and had not yet begun to weaken.

Previously, Luo Sheng of Taixin Gate had discovered a sudden surge of rich spiritual mist in the forest with the help of his hidden wing butterfly. He had carefully investigated the ley lines here.

The Sword Forest had been sealed for two thousand years, and the underground spiritual veins had been drained to maintain the weapons within the forest. There was barely any spiritual energy left, and this place would collapse completely in another five hundred years.

Most of the spiritual energy was concentrated within the Sword Forest, and the same was true for the Mountain of Blades.

The sudden appearance of rich spiritual energy above the stream could only come from the Demon Ancestor in front of them, as his demonic energy was being consumed.

Luo Sheng's gaze shifted between Gu Jiang and the Cloud Scripture Sect disciple in his arms. The blood of that female disciple might be far more effective on Gu Jiang than what Yu Yaoqing had reported to him.

He exchanged glances with several other Nascent Soul peak cultivators, and they all retracted their artifacts.

Above the Sword Forest, the red leaf sword light barrier retracted with a whoosh, and An Huai flew out carrying the unconscious Xiao Ling. Landing on the cliff, he leaned Xiao Ling against a rock.

Yan Yi glanced at them, then used the clam liquid to read the memories from Xiao Ling's spiritual platform. Previously, they had injected their divine consciousness into Xiao Ling, who, under the influence of gu huo, had released the bloodthirsty beast Zhuyan from the depths of the Dead Silence Abyss. Although it was done unconsciously, releasing such a vicious beast was hardly honorable.

Zhuyan's divine consciousness had taken root in Xiao Ling's spiritual platform. Given the current situation, it was likely that Gu Jiang had already seized Zhuyan's divine consciousness.

The information extracted would inevitably involve internal affairs of the Cloud Scripture Sect, and Yan Yi really didn't want to expose the sect's secrets in front of other factions.

Elder Yan, if you hesitate any longer, people might misunderstand that you're trying to tolerate such a vicious beast," Nie Yinzhi said calmly.

As the Grand Elder of the Cloud Scripture Sect, Yan Yi rarely encountered someone who dared to speak to him like this, let alone a junior from the Cloud Scripture Sect. However, he didn't show any displeasure.

Yan Yi took out the black clam liquid from his interspatial pouch and placed it on the ground.

Gu Jiang narrowed his eyes. The strand of divine consciousness left in Xiao Ling's dream forcibly pulled Zhuyan's divine consciousness out of her spiritual platform, crushed it, and tossed it into the large bowl.

The person who had been immersed in a beautiful dream was finally disturbed by this commotion. Xiao Ling, in her dream, stepped off a cliff and suddenly woke up with a start.

White fog emerged on the cliff, and within the mist, all the scenes flowed like water.

Zhuyan's divine consciousness memories were quite vivid. Ever since he left the Dead Silence Abyss, he had tainted too many spiritual platforms. Each tainted spiritual platform provided a perspective, with one or two memory fragments.

Scattered and fragmented, the fog created by the clam liquid spread wider and wider, filling the sky with floating images and intertwined sounds. Each image showed people dying, wailing, and cursing, like thunder echoing across the cliff, making the nearby cultivators, with their sharp senses, frown.

Zhuyan wasn't crazy; it could only be said that he was extraordinarily talented.

Xiao Ling was startled by the piercing screams from all around. The little white bird on her shoulder fluffed up its feathers, its black bean-like eyes darting nervously across the countless images.

She was forced to see too many desperate and angry faces. Xiao Ling met the eyes of a little boy, who was hugging his head and cowering in a corner, watching his father being beaten by a group of people and his mother being dragged away.

Xiao Ling hurriedly grabbed the little white bird and shielded it in her hand. She couldn't see the images, but she couldn't stop the screams from piercing her ears.

Among the scattered scene fragments, everyone saw children fighting because of him, their innocent faces replaced by fierce cruelty. They saw village disputes caused by him, and wherever he went, chaos and bloodshed followed.

These trivial conflicts among mortals were rarely noticed by the immortal sect. The ordinary people, who had never encountered cultivators, wouldn't know that his momentary rage and killing weren't his true intentions.

Unless the immortals chose to look down, most of the time, the Immortal Gate, tasked with protecting the world, seemed too distant. Even a vicious beast would find it difficult to cross the numerous barriers and invade the Immortal Mountain.

Until someone in the Immortal Mountain actively responded to him.

Among the two female disciples of the Cloud Scripture Sect present, one had summoned the Demon Ancestor, and the other had summoned the vicious beast. The gazes of the crowd made Yan Yi feel as if he wanted to split the ground and hide inside.

Zhuyan's complex memory landscape dissipated, leaving only the scenes within the Cloud Scripture Sect. The wailing suddenly decreased, and the clam fog condensed. The temperament of the cultivators was naturally stronger than that of ordinary people, but Zhuyan still affected many disciples. The restless atmosphere within the Cloud Scripture Sect during that time was deeply felt by the several elders present.

"Chirp chirp."

This bird call didn't come from Xiao Ling's hand, but from Zhuyan's divine consciousness memory.

In the image, Xiao Ling stood on the pavilion, speaking to Meng Jin below, "Meng Shidi, what you just said in the front hall... about Nie Yinzhi flying kites, can you tell me more? I want to hear it."

The person under the green pine heard his own name and eagerly looked up at the clam fog.

Within the fog, Meng Jin's eyes were gouged out by Nie Yinzhi, and he wore a silver mask on his face. To see, he had to release his divine consciousness. The moment his divine consciousness saw Junior Sister Ling Ling, Zhuyan took the opportunity to invade his spiritual platform.

When Meng Jin mentioned Nie Yinzhi, his lower face was taut, almost grinding his teeth as he spoke her name, as if he wanted to devour her flesh. The person involved couldn't help but rub her ears and murmur lightheartedly, "Why does my name sound so unpleasant coming out of his mouth?"

Then, a lazy voice came from beside her, softly calling, "Nie Yinzhi."

Nie Yinzhi shrank her neck at the sound, feeling an itch in her ear. She turned to look at him and confirmed, "It seems he really can't spit out an ivory."

Gu Jiang chuckled and whispered in her ear again, "Nie Yinzhi."

Nie Yinzhi pushed Gu Jiang away a bit, "Alright, alright, stop calling. I know my name sounds good."

In the clam fog memory, after Meng Jin left, Zhuyan annoyingly said, "You can see how much Meng Jin hates Nie Yinzhi, right? Yet you still asked him to recall every detail about Nie Yinzhi, telling you everything. Xiao Ling, you're better at tormenting people's hearts than I am."

Xiao Ling sat blankly by the window, ignoring his words.

Meng Jin's belly was filled with resentment, which didn't need Zhuyan's incitement to ignite. He was already burning with anger, ready to act recklessly, even using the Cloud Scripture Sect's protective mountain array. Zhuyan didn't focus his attention on him.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The two cultivators he first tainted in the Cloud Scripture Sect were Meng Jin and Jing Chongshan.

Several different memory landscapes were scattered within the clam fog.

The memories that couldn't be seen from Xiao Ling's spiritual platform were fully displayed from Jing Chongshan's perspective. Xiao Ling heard Bai Ying's melodious voice, happily asking, "Master, what do you need me to do?"

Her hand trembled, and the little white bird that had been wrapped in her fingers struggled out, barely blinking weakly.

Xiao Ling saw herself sitting in the medicinal pool, having taken the Soul Severing Pill and falling into a deep sleep. The cheerful little girl, eager to help her master, was struck by a Deep Sleep Curse on her brow. Jing Chongshan pried open Bai Ying's mouth and stuffed a Soul Severing Pill into it.

Bai Ying was placed in the medicinal pool, and Jing Chongshan cut open the pulse gates of both Xiao Ling and Bai Ying, connecting their hands with spiritual energy, tightly clasping them together.

Vibrant spiritual energy and essence flowed from Bai Ying's right hand to Xiao Ling, while the turbid poison climbed up Bai Ying's left hand, visible under the pearl bracelet as black spots spread through the veins.

Even with compatible spiritual vein attributes, Xiao Ling still experienced a rejection reaction. The medicinal properties of the precious herbs and spiritual medicines in the pool, under Jing Chongshan's control, all surged into Xiao Ling's veins.

Being drained of spiritual energy and essence should have been extremely painful, but the Broken God Pill severed the connection between the divine consciousness and the body, completely sealing the divine consciousness. Bai Ying looked as if she were merely asleep, her eyes and brows still smiling, happy to be able to help her master.

Her face gradually lost its color, and miasma toxins began to seep out, forming discolored patches beneath her skin.

Bai Ying didn't even have a chance to wake up. Like a rag used and discarded, she was trusted by her Shizun, who shattered her spiritual platform with a single palm strike.

At the same time, within Zhu Yan's own memoryscape, the long-armed beast carried Xiao Ling out of the Cloud Scripture Sect. Zhu Yan's voice rang clearly in everyone's ears, "Xiao Ling, you really don't know how he's been treating you, do you?"

"Jing Chongshan selects those whose spiritual veins align with yours, transferring the miasma toxins from your body into theirs, using their spiritual foundations to repair your internal organs."

"Every medicinal bath you take, someone sacrifices themselves for you. That little maid who often escorted you? She died for you too. Xiao Ling, you knew. You even cried for her, didn't you? Why can't you admit it?"

"Now that you know how he treats you, even if you were completely unaware, do you think the Cloud Scripture Sect will let you off?"

"Xiao Ling, you can beg me. Help you kill Jing Chongshan, crush his spiritual platform. He deserves it."

"Xiao Ling, I can erase your memories, make you clean and innocent. All you have to do is beg me."

Xiao Ling heard herself whisper a plea, "Please…"

A young man's stifled sobs came from beside her. The little white bird tried to turn its head, but Xiao Ling firmly covered its eyes. The more it struggled, the tighter her grip became, until it finally stopped.

She didn't let go even after the white feather mark on her forehead disappeared.

She could continue to cover her own eyes and ears, not see, not hear, but she couldn't block others' eyes and ears. Xiao Ling's meridians still carried faint crimson sword energy. She had been hoping for a new beginning, imagining that once she became stronger, she would wield her sword to save more people, repaying these karmic debts.

But in the blink of an eye, she was knocked back down from the heavens, trampled into the mud.

An Huai drew his spirit sword, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistle, pressing against Xiao Ling's neck. "You knew everything. When Jing Chongshan called Bai Ying to stay, you knew she would die for you!"

The sword aura cut through Xiao Ling's white veil. She raised her dull eyes. She had cried almost every day before, but this time, not a single tear fell. She nodded expressionlessly, her neck brushing against the sharp blade, immediately leaving a bright red cut.

Xiao Ling said, "I knew. But what does it matter? When I was at the bottom, if someone had told me this was a ladder built with lives, I would have refused. But now that I'm halfway up, just one step away from survival, what choice do I have?"

She tilted her head, a smirk curling her lips. "Nie Yinzhi, what would you choose?"