Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

If she continued like this, she really wouldn't be able to survive. Out of instinct, Jiu Yao desperately slapped Nan He's hand that was pinching her.

Nan He threw her to the ground with a stern look in his eyes.

"It's not what you think, I didn't harm you Xiao Ran..." Jiu Yao covered her neck and tried to defend herself in a hoarse voice.

There was no chance to say the rest of the words, because Nan He sacrificed her natal magical weapon.

After the white light passed, everything returned to calm.

A pure black flower that Lingliang had never seen before slowly fell from the sky. It had a strange shape, but it had withered.

No wonder this flower demon likes colorful colors. It turns out that it is too monotonous.

After watching this happy feud, Ling Liang couldn't help but turn his attention to 999, "I didn't expect your previous host to be gone so soon... My condolences."

The relationship between 999 and Ninth Yao is light, and there is not much sadness, but it is not easy.

There must be a conflict between them and Jiu Yao's mission this time, otherwise she wouldn't come to assassinate the host in the middle of the night, but they couldn't let her go, so they might have to fight to the death in the end.

Who would have thought that things are so unpredictable that Ninth Yao would die at the hands of others in the blink of an eye?

Watching the ex-host disappear, this feeling is really... ugh...

999 muffled: "Host, this system is fine, you don't need to comfort me."

Ling Liang said nothing more.

Nan He looked at Ling Liang, smiled, and said, "Are you the same as Ninth Yao, who helps us realize our wishes?"

Ling Liang keenly felt that the person who came was not kind, and replied to her concisely: "Yes."

"Aren't you curious about the grudge between me and her?"

Nan He couldn't help but ask this question when he saw that Ling Liang was cold and indifferent from beginning to end, his mood not fluctuating much, as if he was an outsider.

Ling Liang said calmly: "I'm not interested. Isn't that between you two?"

No matter what happened, the final result was that Nan He got what he wanted. Now that he has seen the result, what does the origin have to do with him?

He is not a party involved.

"It is indeed a matter between me and Jiu Yao," Nan He smiled coldly, "but I think you, the taskmaster, should also listen to it, so as not to end up like her in the future."

Ling Liang glanced at her and said, "I would like to hear the details."

Nan He was in a daze for a few seconds before she started telling her story.

"I was born into a top family in the world of cultivation. My parents are both elders of the world's number one sect and have countless resources. My talent is one of the best in the sect, and there are almost no bottlenecks in my cultivation."

"Cultivation has no time. I was so focused on cultivation that I almost forgot about the passage of time. Only when I left the cave did I realize that thousands of years have passed by so quickly."

"My parents and master were worried that I would be lonely in my quest for Taoism, so they urged me to find a Taoist companion."

"I didn't have any feelings for the disciples in my sect at first, but Senior Brother Beiyao expressed his feelings to me frequently, and I had a good impression of him, so I agreed to his request."

"After the contract formation ceremony, he was very kind to me at first."

"It is difficult for cultivators to have heirs, especially those like me and Bei Yao, but perhaps it was God's blessing that I became pregnant with Xiao Ran in the third year."

"My Xiaoran, she is so cute. She would smile at me when I was practicing, but do you know what happened to her later?"

"She died under her father's sword. Xiaoran was only four years old... She was also his child, how could she be so cruel!"

Thinking of Xiao Ran's confused and dazed look when a sword penetrated her body, Nan He felt so heartbroken that she couldn't straighten up.

"That day, many people in the sect died. Master, my parents, junior brothers and sisters, and finally it was my turn. Beiyao, hahaha... Everyone thought he was also a martial artist. Who would have thought that he actually practiced ruthlessness? Where’s the Tao?”

Ling Liang didn't know what the ruthless path was, but Nan He's extremely disgusted expression showed that it was not a good thing.

"This is my life."

Nan He looked at Ling Liang unkindly and continued: "The next thing is the good things you missionaries will do."

"Protect Xiaoran, protect everyone in the sect, let Beiyao's soul be destroyed, and never be reincarnated forever. This is my wish! Didn't I make it clear enough? But what did Ninth Yao do!"

"She fell in love with my enemy, and she even dreamed of ascending to immortality with Bei Yao and living as long as heaven and earth. Instead of dealing with Bei Yao, she deliberately caused an accident and killed her after she had no choice but to give birth to my daughter! "

"Does she think I don't know her little thoughts? She deliberately ate extremely cold food during pregnancy, and also deliberately sent away the maid who served Xiaoran when she was sick. It's hateful, hateful, and her heart is worth killing!"

Ling Liang saw that Nan He's mood was on the verge of losing control again, so he directly asked 999: "What happened next? Tell me."

999 shook, "Originally, according to the regulations of the administration, the original owner cannot interfere with the mission. However, when things have developed to this point, we must be responsible, so this system violated the regulations and helped Nan He, allowing her to break free from the shackles of the contract power. It’s out of the space of this system.”

"She snatched her body back. Jiu Yao saw that the situation was not going well and ran away quickly. Nan He's wish was actually fulfilled by herself, but there was nothing she could do about Xiao Ran."

The child had been dead for a long time, and no magic cure was of any use.

Ling Liang wanted to ask 999 some questions, but the scene in front of him attracted his attention.

Nanhe is becoming more transparent little by little.

She also realized it and looked down at her body slowly disappearing.

This day has finally come. She has traveled across time and space countless times just to seek revenge. Now she has almost reached the end of her struggle...

Ling Liang looked at this persistent mother with regret, but was unable to do anything.

Nan He smiled lightly in relief, "Will you be the next Ninth Yao?"

"will not."

Ling Liang didn't make a very serious promise, but Nan He believed it inexplicably.

She didn't know why, and she didn't have time to think about it. She just obeyed her wish and took off the green sword from her waist.

The sword came out of its scabbard with a "swipe" sound, circled around Ling Liang, and finally hovered in front of him, with the cold sword tip pointed directly at Ling Liang's eyes.

"This sword was specially made for me by my father. It was tempered with the most powerful real fire in the world for three days and three nights. The sword spirit is the most upright and consistent with the philosophy I pursue as a martial artist. If you don't mind it, today I will Find him a new owner."

Nan He paused for a moment, and then said: "But I said something ugly first, and you will become its master in the future. If it does something harmful to nature, it will not be polite to you."

"Do you still dare to take this sword?"

The cold glow of the green sword in mid-air became even stronger.

Ling Liang took a step away and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, "Why don't you dare?"

Qing Jian kept humming, wanting to go back to Nan He.

Nan He advised with emotion: "Old man, don't be too sad, there is always a time to get together and part ways. I am going to die, but you still have a long, long time to spend, so just follow your new master."

Ling Liang felt that the sword trembled and became stiff and motionless.

Nan He's body shape gradually became unsustainable, and her power dissipated faster and faster. She glanced at Qingjian with great nostalgia for the last time, "The name of this sword is - Wenxin, please treat it kindly."

Ling Liang: "Okay."

A breeze suddenly blew in the tent, and Nan He's figure became lighter and lighter, more and more transparent, and finally disappeared.