Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 363 My friends will talk nonsense for me

The moon shines over distant mountains, and heavy clouds form a canopy.

Beneath the blood-red sky, the small stone platform where Ji Jinjin and the others stood resembled a small boat on a vast ocean.

Ji Jinjin, dressed in a black, fitted outfit, took a step forward as her dress swayed slightly.

"That's what senior said."

As Ye Jing's murderous intent grew, perhaps no one in the Yuanming Lower Realm felt it more deeply than Ji Jinjin.

A hint of joy appeared in Ye Jing's eyes: "Then that's settled. You haven't broken through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm yet, so take this opportunity to abandon your cultivation path and start over. There's still room for a comeback."

"Rebuild the abandoned path!"

Yue Cheng, standing behind Ji Jinjin, exclaimed in surprise: "Is this something a human could do?"

Ye Jing snorted coldly: "Of course you can. You are all disciples of major sects. When you chose your path, you were protected by the elders of the sects' secret realms. Naturally, nothing serious will happen. How could you know the troubles in the hearts of us rogue cultivators?"

"If you don't know our predicament, you naturally won't know our methods!"

Seeing the proud expression on the old man's face, Ji Jinjin couldn't help but exchange a glance with Ling Yuanzi.

When the master and disciple looked at each other, they both saw smiles in each other's eyes.

Although the senior Ye Jing from a thousand years ago was still brooding over the matter of the Path of Slaughter and was eccentric and perverse, he was far from being a demon.

There wasn't even much demonic energy.

"senior!"

"This junior has no intention of abandoning the Dao and starting anew!"

Upon hearing the woman's words, the red-robed elder, whose expression had just softened, immediately changed his demeanor. Ye Jing glanced at Ji Jinjin, then turned to look at Ling Yuanzi. He then revealed a knowing expression.

The old man reasonably deduced: "Your master won't allow you to abandon your cultivation path and start over!"

Ji Jinjin looked at the somewhat astonished Ling Yuanzi, and couldn't help but laugh and cry: "No, Master's opinion on my Dao..."

The woman carefully considered her words, her voice becoming several decibels lower:

"My master is busy with sect affairs and doesn't offer much guidance on choosing a path for his juniors."

Ling Yuanzi's smile froze, followed by a wave of guilt.

I am such a terrible master.

The old man looked at Ji Jinjin with an apologetic smile, but unexpectedly, he was met with Ye Jing's old face.

Ling Yuanzi let out a short, sharp sound and took a step back!

Ji Jinjin was willing to bet that her master was just frightened. If it weren't for the fact that there were juniors present, Ling Yuanzi would have screamed.

Ye Jing was a lone individual during his lifetime, so he naturally couldn't discern any emotions from the somewhat distorted expression of the Immortal Sect Master.

And he was impolite.

The old man in red slowly raised his hand and grabbed Ling Yuanzi's beard, which hung down to his chest. His voice was filled with obvious doubt:

"Are you really comfortable letting your disciple choose his own path?"

Ling Yuanzi began to stammer and reply, "Senior, my first disciple has always been calm and composed since childhood. As for the other disciples, I have never needed to worry about them."

Ye Jing sneered: "It's her again!"

Ling Yuanzi arrived too late; he had no idea where Ye Jing's use of the word "again" came from.

The old man smiled wryly and raised his hand, trying to free his beard from Ye Jing's grasp.

He knew that the rogue cultivators in the Yuanming lower realm were always unconventional and that he had a few rogue cultivator friends when he was young, and they had traveled together through mountains and rivers.

But he had never seen a rogue cultivator who started by pulling someone's beard right away!

Let go of my beard, let go!

Looking at the fear in Ling Yuanzi's eyes and her restless little hands, Ji Jinjin almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Just as Ling Yuanzi finally made up his mind to clasp his hands with Ye Jing for the sake of his beard, the old man in front of him suddenly tightened his grip, and then an old face came close to Ling Yuanzi's eyes.

The old man in red chuckled: "Are you trying to keep your beard?"

Ling Yuanzi, unsure of what to do with his hand, nodded slightly.

"Then tell me, what is your eldest apprentice's name?"

Upon hearing the words of the person in front of him, Ling Yuanzi felt a surge of anger rising within him for no apparent reason.

The old man suddenly grabbed Ye Jing's hand, his eyes filled with anger.

"Just for this? Just for this you pulled my beard?"

"Her name is Xue Lan!"

Ye Jing pulled his hand away from Ling Yuanzi's grasp and sneered, "With such a big show of force, do you think you're going to eat me?"

The old man turned to look at Ji Jinjin: "You trust your senior sister that much?"

Ji Jinjin looked at the ancient elder before her, who appeared a thousand years ago, and exchanged glances with her companions. Then she slowly spoke:

"Senior, you may not know this, but my senior sister is a genius."

Ye Jing asked, "How talented are they?"

Ji Jinjin smiled and said, "My senior sister has a Heavenly Grade Fire Spirit Root. She obtained a Strange Flame during the Wan Gong Fang trial and is the successor of Wan Gong Fang."

Ye Jing immediately became interested: "Wan Gong Fang has an owner!"

Everyone knew there was no such thing, but in order to fool this senior who had been hiding in the secret realm for many years, they could only keep exaggerating and exaggerating...

A look of emotion appeared in Ye Jing's eyes: "Ten thousand years have passed, and the Wan Gong Workshop finally has an owner, and one of them is from my lower realm! It is truly a blessing for my human race in the lower realm."

Ji Jinjin gave Yue Cheng a wink, signaling him to continue blowing downwards.

Yue Cheng pondered for a moment, then happily accepted the task: "Not only that, Senior Sister Xue is also proficient in beast taming and has good relations with the demon race. The Phoenix Princess of Jidu is at her beck and call, and the Thunder Roc and Silver Moon Wolf of the Upper Realm have become her friends."

A-Yue, who had been following Yue Cheng, had a slight change in her expression.

If she remembered correctly, the demons Yue Cheng mentioned were all from the Wan Gong Fang who had grudges against Xue Lan, right?

The woman tugged at Yuecheng's sleeve.

A-Yue: You know that spreading rumors like this will get you struck by lightning, right? You know that, right?

"Thunder Roc and Silver Moon Wolf? You're not kidding me, are you?" Ye Jing was a little skeptical.

Yue Cheng thought to himself, "I don't care whether you believe it or not, anyway, these are all things Xue Lan said."

That person had a rare talent: the belief that everyone liked him.

Extremely confident.

The young man said, emphasizing each word: "Absolutely no deception!"

The old man, who had lived alone for many years in his previous life and only knew how to chase after monsters and slash away, looked up at Long Siyin.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Long Siyin originally thought that Ji Jinjin and Yue Cheng had already fooled her once and it wouldn't be her turn, but she didn't expect that this person really loves to hear lies!

Having been forced into this situation with no way to escape, the woman had no choice but to speak softly:

"Fellow Daoist Xue is also a rare genius in weapon crafting... He can forge divine artifacts."

"Forge a divine artifact!" Ye Jing's voice suddenly rose, a hint of distrust appearing in his eyes.

The old man sized up Long Siyin: "Little girl, do you think I'm easy to fool?"

Long Siyin was speechless: Out of the three, I was the only one telling the truth, and you still don't believe me.

The woman and the old man looked at each other with utmost sincerity in their eyes:

"I am telling the truth!"

Ye Jing: "I don't believe you. Swear an oath."

Long Siyin: "I...I, Long Siyin, hereby swear to the Heavenly Dao of the Yuanming Realm that if I have uttered any falsehoods, may I be struck by lightning!"

After the woman's resounding vow, everything calmed down.

Long Siyin swore an oath based on the only true statement among the three people's words, completely intimidating Ye Jing.

The old man remained silent for a while, then looked at Ji Jinjin and spoke softly:

"Your senior sister is a genius!"