After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 101 - Evil Thoughts

Chapter 101: Evil Thoughts

“Who are you?” Jiang Huai asked curiously.

“Ji Qingluo. My good-for-nothing brother seems to have encountered your spirit pet before. He mentioned that this snake demon was holding your Ye Ning sword. He thought the snake demon had mistakenly snatched your Ye Ning sword and wanted to retrieve it for you as a gesture of goodwill.”

“I see,” Jiang Huai said, his face showing a sudden realization.

“As a cultivator from the Eastern Region, I’ve long heard of Brother Jiang’s fame. Meeting you today, I see you truly have an extraordinary bearing. I wonder if it’s true, as the rumors say, that your cultivation has been completely wasted?”

“What do you think?” Jiang Huai blinked at him.

Ji Qingluo was at a loss for words.

These pleasantries were just for show. The man standing beside him, Uncle Qin, was like the grey-clothed cultivator who had been with Ji Qingchen before, suppressing his cultivation to protect Jiang Huai. However, Uncle Qin’s cultivation was even higher. At the eighth level of Divine Transformation, he could almost do as he pleased in Burial Dragon Valley. That’s why he could come to this first area with his Core Formation cultivation and compete with these older Nascent Soul casual cultivators for spiritual treasures.

He coveted the three heavenly-grade spiritual herbs that Jiang Huai had just taken, as well as Bai Li beside him, almost to the point of madness. But seeing Jiang Huai’s nonchalant demeanor, he was filled with apprehension and unsure whether to make a move.

After all… Jiang Huai was too calm.

He must know that everyone was watching him closely, that he had become the prey at the center of the hunt, yet his expression remained so serene.

“Is there anything else? If not, I’ll be leaving,” Jiang Huai said with a smile.

“Brother Jiang, please wait,” Ji Qingluo called out to Jiang Huai again.

“I’ve long heard of Brother Jiang’s unparalleled swordsmanship in the Eastern Region. I missed the competition a few years ago and have been admiring your reputation for a long time. Today, seeing you in person, I can’t help but feel eager to spar with you. Would you grant me the opportunity?”

“Do you want to steal my spiritual herbs?” Jiang Huai tilted his head innocently.

“Brother Jiang, you jest again.”

“You want to steal my spiritual herbs but fear I still have some tricks up my sleeve, so you hesitate and want to test the waters. You’re afraid of me, but the thought of those three spiritual herbs makes you unwilling to give up, right?”

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Jiang Huai had a clear grasp of Ji Qingluo’s psychology, but Ji Qingluo still tried to maintain an appearance of righteousness.

“Not at all. If Brother Jiang is worried about this, we can have a match after leaving here, witnessed by our elders.”

“Alright, we’ll talk about it then. Anything else?”

Jiang Huai turned to leave again, but Ji Qingluo’s eyes followed him, filled with indecision. He had always been cautious in his cultivation and rarely needed to take risks. Now, an opportunity for a big gamble was in front of him, yet he hesitated to take part.

Fortunately, someone else at his side took the gamble for him.

Jiang Huai had only taken five steps when suddenly a flying sword came from behind, aiming straight for his neck. Jiang Huai seemed unaware, not even turning his head. To everyone’s eyes, the flying sword cleanly decapitated Jiang Huai, blood spraying everywhere.

Just like that?

Ji Qingluo was stunned and turned to look at the Nascent Soul casual cultivator not far from him.

It was he who had made the move, unable to contain his greed for the three spiritual herbs Jiang Huai had just acquired. He had quietly summoned the flying sword, hoping to test the waters, but he seemed surprised by the outcome. He had been ready to flee if his sneak attack failed, but who would have thought Jiang Huai’s head would be chopped off so easily?

“It’s fake,” Uncle Qin whispered to Ji Qingluo, signaling him not to act rashly.

The casual cultivator almost instantly moved forward, trying to snatch Jiang Huai’s storage ring. But as he approached, the corpse of Jiang Huai, as seen by everyone, suddenly disappeared, along with the bloodstains. When Jiang Huai reappeared, his Ye Ning sword pierced through the back of the casual cultivator’s chest. The cultivator’s eyes widened in disbelief and regret. He looked down to see the sword tip withdraw, his body collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

The crowd had seen Jiang Huai’s body split in two, but it was an illusion created by his Mirror Flower technique. After taking many soul-nourishing pills from the healer, his soul power had recovered to about forty to fifty percent, enough to deceive Nascent Soul cultivators.

Jiang Huai flicked the blood off his sword tip and looked at the corpse of the casual cultivator, smiling back.

“Does anyone else want to steal my spiritual herbs? You can try now, but let me warn you, I won’t hold back. Whoever comes, dies.”

His eyes flashed coldly for a moment.

The blood flowing from the chest of the casual cultivator’s corpse soon stained the ground red. After waiting for about five breaths and seeing no one step forward, Jiang Huai gently took Bai Li’s hand and left.

Ji Qingluo looked up at Uncle Qin, who hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“His soul is very strong, but his spiritual energy is indeed almost nonexistent. The sword that killed the casual cultivator relied on his physical strength and the sharpness of the Ye Ning sword.”

“Uncle Qin, do you think I should take the gamble?” Ji Qingluo looked at Uncle Qin.

Ji Qingchen treated his Uncle Li like a lowly servant, but his worthless brother, Ji Qingluo had always treated Uncle Qin with great respect. Uncle Li was old and had little hope for further cultivation, but Uncle Qin had explored many secret realms with his father and was much more experienced than him.

Ji Qingluo had always had a good relationship with Uncle Qin, who knew he had no hope of freedom and was content to assist him wholeheartedly.

Ji Qingchen trusted Uncle Qin completely, and they had even modified the slave imprint between them to be especially weak. Even if he died, Uncle Qin would not suffer too much backlash from the slave imprint.

“It’s ultimately your decision, young master. I am just your sword. If you command me to strike, I will try to lock onto his qi and make a sneak attack. The path of cultivation is full of chance encounters. If he only has those three spiritual herbs, I don’t think it’s worth the gamble for the young master. But the Serpent Clan creature beside him, with dragon qi, is the real priceless treasure. A Serpent Clan with dragon qi could reach the eighth realm in just a hundred years, but because of the slave imprint, she would have to serve the young master. Her body would be the best dual cultivation spiritual medicine.”

Jiang Huai hadn’t gone far when Ji Qingluo watched his back for a long time before finally sighing.

“Let it be. I always feel… he has his reasons for being so confident. Let’s not gamble this time. Once we leave Burial Dragon Valley, Uncle Qin, you can use a secret method to summon my father to the outside of Burial Dragon Valley.”

“Alright,” Uncle Qin nodded lightly.

He, too, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, seeing Jiang Huai’s confident demeanor earlier, he and Ji Qingluo both felt an inexplicable unease.

Jiang Huai and Bai Li strolled around the first area.

Not all precious herbs in the first area were guarded by fierce beasts. Some special herbs were disliked by the beasts, but they were useful. Jiang Huai and Bai Li took advantage of this and picked up what others had missed.

This was definitely the most relaxed exploration of a secret realm for the two of them. The fierce beasts in the first area ignored them, and it was like walking through their own vegetable garden. Jiang Huai picked several special herbs to study and use for alchemy later.

The trip was very rewarding. Not only did they find the Dragon Blood Spirit Flower, but they also gained two more heavenly-grade spiritual herbs and learned the miraculous Primordial Life and Death Sword technique. Bai Li had transformed from a member of the Serpent Clan into a dragon lady. It was a bountiful harvest, and their bellies were full.

The only regret was that only one casual cultivator had dared to attack him. Otherwise, Jiang Huai was ready to test the power of the Primordial Life and Death Sword. The Primordial Life and Death Sword was the culmination of the healer’s life’s understanding of the Way of the Sword, and Jiang Huai had already grasped some of its essence.

He could use his own lifespan as a price to exchange for the power of his sword strike, even causing damage to the opponent’s soul.

He could also extend his own lifespan by killing the opponent and absorbing their lifespan through the sword technique. After practicing the Primordial Life and Death Sword, Jiang Huai could vaguely sense his own lifespan limit, which was one hundred and twenty years. But after killing the casual cultivator and absorbing his lifespan, his own lifespan became one hundred and eighty years.

The maximum lifespan of a Nascent Soul cultivator was around five hundred years. By killing one, he had converted sixty years of lifespan to himself. Although there was a significant loss, it was still an excessively heaven-defying act.

Thinking of this, Jiang Huai suddenly stretched out his hand and knocked hard on his own head.

Damn, it seemed he had subconsciously thought that it would have been nice if those casual cultivators had all attacked him, then he could have tried to see how much lifespan he could gain from four Nascent Soul cultivators. According to the Jishi True Person’s memories, the lifespan gained would decrease progressively. He estimated that by killing four late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, he should be able to gain around two hundred years of lifespan in total?

Bad, he shouldn’t think like this. The more he thought about it, the more evil it seemed.

Jiang Huai Jr., if you become an evil cultivator, Chu Xianning will be the first to kill you in the name of justice.

Wait, why does thinking about this setting feel so compelling?

Instead of the torturous master-disciple love story originally set by Ah Mumu, it could be written that the master is a righteous fairy who sees her direct disciple as her own child. After the master is gravely injured and near death, the disciple secretly steps onto the path of an evil cultivator to seek a way to extend her life, all the while keeping it from his master. He sacrifices the blood of a million mortals to refine a spiritual medicine, and finally succeeds in extending his master life without his master knowing his methods. After experiencing life and death, the master finally lets go of the taboo between master and disciple and is ready to stay with him until old age.

But the disciple’s identity as an evil cultivator is eventually exposed, making him an outcast. The disciple never tells the master that the life-extending pill was refined with mortal blood. The master, unaware of this, hunts down her rebellious disciple and finally kills him in the name of justice. After discovering that the disciple had planned to die by her hand and keep this secret buried forever to avoid her guilt, she forcibly retains a part of his lingering soul. From his memories, she realizes that the disciple had always been willing to become a demon, scorned and abandoned by the world, because in his heart, there was only his master. As long as it was for his master, he was willing to kill the entire world.

Such a torturous story!

That’s how it should be written! It could work!

No, Chu Xianning would probably be unhappy if she saw this. Better think of something else… Being an evil cultivator is too wicked, and it might also displease other readers. It wouldn’t be good to lead them astray in their cultivation.

Jiang Huai could only reluctantly push these little evil thoughts to the back of his mind.