Konan and Jiraiya spoke for a long time in Akatsuki's secret chamber. Like a little girl who had journeyed alone for many years and had finally returned to the side of an elder, she poured out everything about Akatsuki's birth and destruction to Jiraiya in one breath.
Jiraiya did not condemn Konan or Akatsuki from the standpoint of a Konoha ninja. He merely remained patient, quietly listening to his student's story and occasionally asking a few detailed questions. Unfortunately, because of the Yin Pole Soul Secret Art, the corpse-refining process unexpectedly went berserk, leaving Lin Kun to take a miserable beating without any ability to fight back.
"Why worry about him? The Aurora Sword of the Su Sect is no empty boast. He'll be fine!" She continued sprinting wildly.
"Is that so?" Before his voice had even faded, a deep voice rang out. Then, a horrifying scene unfolded.
"You!" Song Que's expression turned cold. Losing his left arm would certainly diminish his strength, but it would not have much of an impact. But if his right arm were severed, then the blade techniques he had cultivated for so many years would all be wasted.
Suddenly, sword qi tore through the gauze curtains and came straight at them, carrying an oppressive sensation of imminent death that spread in an instant.
Yang Yifan even saw that, despite being surrounded by five creatures and standing at the brink of death, that cultivator still cast Zero a distant, reverent glance.
"...This was Master's final wish." Tang Lichuan said as he turned toward the urn containing Zhenjiu's ashes behind him.
Moreover, in three days, Meng Fanchen's Demon God Pill would be refined. If Yang Kai took one, his strength could rise by around two minor realms, and it would also increase the chances of successfully