Beside a river on the outskirts of Red City City, Ling Yi looked dejectedly at Ma Xiaoxiao, who was shouting and kicking her legs.
He watched helplessly as she kicked a tree as thick as his forearm in half, and couldn't help but click his tongue in disapproval.
Ling Yi was dejected because he couldn't practice the Buddhist School techniques that Ma Xiaoxiao had given him.
I don't know if it's because Buddhist School techniques can't be practiced, or if all techniques are unsuitable for cultivation.
"Alright, stop looking so glum. I'll find you some basic cultivation techniques later. You can try them out. If Buddhist techniques don't work, you can still Body Refining. If Body Refining doesn't work, you can still refine your Internal Breath."
There's bound to be one that suits you!
I get the feeling you're setting a flag here. In most novel plots, if someone says something like that, it's basically doomed.
"Then I'll have to trouble you!"
"Whether I'm a burden or not doesn't matter. The important thing is what you should do. Don't mess things up. If you can't win, I'll run away and I definitely won't save you!"
"That depends on whether the poison you provided last night works."
"Second Master isn't blind. You can just throw it on the ground; he can still step on it..."
Before Ma Xiaoxiao could finish speaking, a kind-looking old man suddenly appeared in front of Ling Yi and Ma Xiaoxiao.
This was the Second Master that Ma Xiaoxiao had mentioned, the ambitious man who insisted on dragging the Ma Family into the Royalist Faction.
It was also to force Ma Xiaoxiao to marry the Second King of the Ninth Prince, a Coldblood man devoid of any familial affection or gratitude.
You should know that the nine princes are all quite old now; the youngest is fifty-five and the oldest is eighty-four.
Second King of the nine kings are already seventy-two years old.
It can be said that this second prince went to any lengths to realize his dream of imperial power.
"It seems you've made some friends these past few years!" Second Master stroked his beard and smiled kindly.
But at this moment, neither Ling Yi nor Ma Xiaoxiao looked at him; instead, they looked at his feet.
"Second Master, don't you feel any prickling on the soles of your feet?" Ma Xiaoxiao asked.
Only then did the second master realize that something was wrong.
It wasn't the soles of my feet that felt prickly; instead, they felt numb, tingly, and I started to lose all feeling in them.
He lifted one foot to examine it and discovered that several steel needles had pierced the sole of his foot, and these needles were clearly poisoned.
"You two little rascals, you actually used poison?" Second Master panicked.
He discovered that the poison he had been given was extremely potent and fast-acting, and his Innate Internal Energy was completely unable to suppress it.
"I'm going to kill you all! Hand over the antidote now!" the Second Master roared.
"You must be practicing some kind of evil art, right? You have an immense amount of Karmic Force on your shoulders; there must be quite a few innocent souls who have died at your hands, right?"
At this moment, the Second Master's face had turned ashen, and his eyes were bloodshot. He stared at Ling Yi and asked angrily, "Who exactly are you?!"
After saying that, he knelt down on the ground and fell completely silent.
"He just died like that?"
"Yes, it's a bit of a pity. How could he have died like that?"
Ma Xiaoxiao gave Ling Yi a strange look and asked, "Why do I feel like you hate Second Master even more than I do?"
Although Ling Yi's voice was calm, Ma Xiaoxiao could still detect the suppressed anger in it.
Thinking about what Ling Yi had just said, Ma Xiaoxiao asked, "You're saying that Second Master practices evil arts?"
Ling Yi nodded. "Mm!"
"You say he carries immense Karmic Force? Can you see Karmic Force? Isn't that Buddhist School method?"
"Ha, this Second Master, his Karmic Force is more than just overwhelming; behind him lies a vast Purgatory. As for the Buddhist School you mentioned? I don't know, but this isn't Buddhist School method!"
Looking at Second Master's increasingly Masai corpse, Ma Xiaoxiao couldn't help but sigh.
Such a powerful Innate master died as soon as he appeared; it's simply outrageous.
This is a master of Innate level; there aren't many like him in the entire Great Qian Empire.
Even among the nine royal families of the Royalist Faction whose lineage has not been broken, there are not many who Innate.
As for the few remaining Jianghu sects, having a master of the Innate Realm is already the absolute limit.
Ma Xiaoxiao looked at Ling Yi at this moment, and suddenly thought of something. Her eyes lit up, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she saw Ling Yi shake his head.
"Don't say it out loud, I still won't agree. Besides, Savior will appear, but it definitely won't be me. I'm not suited to be Savior!"
"Do you know who the Savior is?" Ma Xiaoxiao asked excitedly.
Ling Yi chuckled sheepishly and said, "I can't say. Until we meet again!"
After saying that, Ling Yi turned and left decisively.
As Ma Xiaoxiao watched Ling Yi's retreating the Back, she felt inexplicably disappointed. Was it because she wasn't pretty enough? Or did Ling Yi no longer want the cultivation manual?
Suddenly remembering something, Ma Xiaoxiao grinned foolishly and shouted, "Hey, Ling Yi, I didn't bring any cash this time either. I'll pay you back next time we meet!"
Ma Xiaoxiao was referring to the story of seeking divination from Ling Yi in Locust Blossom Alley Lane to help her escape.
Ling Yi waved to her with his back to her, then turned around and retrieved a motorcycle from the nearby woods. After kicking it a few times, the motorcycle roared to life and then drove off erratically.
"Haha, this guy isn't omnipotent after all!"
Ma Xiaoxiao couldn't help but burst into laughter when she saw Ling Yi clumsily driving the motorcycle.
Looking back at the nearly empty Masai patch on the ground, Ma Xiaoxiao felt no disgust whatsoever; on the contrary, she was quite pleased.
She is a descendant of the Ma Family and has long since experienced life-and-death trials. Moreover, this Second Master himself is even more disgusting than this Masai.
Taking out her phone, Ma Xiaoxiao dialed the number she had always wanted to call but had never dared to.
"Grandpa, Second Master is dead!" Ma Xiaoxiao said, suppressing her excitement.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before a sigh came through, "It seems you've received help from a benefactor!"
"Yes, I encountered a very powerful person. We didn't even have to make a move before Second Master died..."
Ma Xiaoxiao was completely unaware that her grandfather's tone was not happy, and she blurted out everything about Ling Yi.
" Xiaoxiao!" a hoarse voice called softly from the other end of the phone.
Ma Xiaoxiao finally realized something was wrong and quickly said, "Grandpa, tell me!"
" The Ma Family is preparing to launch a sealing plan. You should try your best to conceal your identity, or, perhaps, stay by the side of that important person."
"Grandpa, did I... did I get into trouble?"
"You did the right thing. Even if your second uncle hadn't died, the outcome wouldn't have been any better, it might have been even worse. With his death, our Ma Family might still have a chance to preserve its lineage."
"But Second Master was, after all, someone Prince Zheng. This Prince is reckless, arrogant, and vindictive. Second Master's death will surely bring resentment towards my Ma Family."
Prince Zheng, also known as the Second King among the Nine Princes, occupies the Dongshen region and, in terms of apparent strength, is the most powerful of the Nine Princes.
Ma Xiaoxiao's face turned deathly pale. She had thought that by dealing with the Second Master, all the family's problems would be solved, but she never expected that the Second Master's death would be the biggest trouble.
But Ma Xiaoxiao's grandfather was right; if the Second Master hadn't died, the Ma Family would have been doomed anyway.
Throughout history, great events have always been accompanied by vast cemeteries of graves!
The struggle among the nine princes is threatening the Great Qian Empire, and anyone who gets involved at this time will find it difficult to escape unscathed.
The Ma Family didn't want to get involved, and they couldn't afford to.
"Good child, don't blame yourself. You did nothing wrong. Our Ma Family is not to be trifled with. If that Second King really wants to attack our Ma Family, our Ma Family will make him suffer for a while."
"Grandfather!"
"Alright, twenty seconds left."
Ma Xiaoxiao immediately understood what her grandfather meant by twenty seconds: they had twenty seconds of safe time left in their call.
His expression immediately turned serious.
"What I am about to say, you must remember every single word: If the mind is not at peace, it is difficult to make amends. Do you understand?"
Ma Xiaoxiao had a very good memory, and quickly repeated the sentence.
"When you have free time, look at the sun more often!" After saying that, Ma Xiaoxiao's grandfather hung up the phone.
Looking at her phone, Ma Xiaoxiao felt a little lost. She had no idea what to do or what to do next.
At that moment, Ling Yi was the first person she thought of.
Are you really not Savior?
The Savior Save the World the one whom the ancestor of the Zhuge Family ultimately divined ten years ago at the cost of his life.
Few people know the exact words, but the versions that have been passed down are roughly as follows: Ten years from now, Savior will surely descend, at which time the Earth Split and a new era will begin.
However, there is no clear answer as to who the Savior is or where he will appear.
Now, the ten-year period has ended, and many people are looking for Savior.
A year has passed, but there is still no Shadow of the Savior. On the one hand, it's like searching for Dahai; there's simply no way to find him.
It's not like anyone has "I am the Savior " written on their head.
On the other hand, people are skeptical of Zhuge Liang's predictions.
Ma Xiaoxiao is someone who firmly believes in the existence of Savior, and there are many others who share the same belief, who have spontaneously formed a loose organization called the " Savior Sect ".
They were a group of idealistic young people who placed all their hopes on a so-called Savior, believing that finding Savior would save the corrupt Great Qian Empire.
When Ma Xiaoxiao thought of Savior, the only one she could think of was Ling Yi.
Both his abilities and his demeanor perfectly matched the image of the Savior in her heart.
After a brief hesitation, Ma Xiaoxiao prepared to go find Ling Yi.
But Ling Yi has already gone far away, and if Ling Yi really wanted to hide, there was no way anyone could find him.
In the end, they could only disguise themselves and return to Red City City.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Jiang Weike had already visited Red City Restaurant, New City Hotel, and Sea of Clouds Cafe according to the surveillance footage.
Because of the lack of cooperation from the relevant departments, Jiang Weike and his team are finding it very difficult to gather information.
However, Ba Xin was hesitant to offer help at this time, which put Jiang Weike and his team in a very passive position.
After much investigation, the investigation eventually led back to Yue Wanshan.
But Yue Wanshan is the prefect of Red City City; how could they possibly have the authority to conduct an investigation?
Therefore, the only option is to try visiting.
Fortunately, it wasn't all for naught; at least they got Ling Yi's phone number from Yue Wanshan.
In reality, Ling Yi's phone number wasn't difficult to find, but because their investigation was constantly obstructed, their information was always behind that of some others.
"Director, we're afraid this investigation is pointless!" Ran Li said to Jiang Weike, who was deep in thought while holding his phone, in the car.
"We have to find him. I need to make one thing clear," Jiang Weike said with a determined look in his eyes.
"But this puts us in a very passive position, and there's nothing we can do." Ran Li and the other two had been following Jiang Weike around these past few days, so they were no Little White.
Under such immense pressure, almost everything Jiang Weike and his team did was in vain.
It's good that there's no progress now; once there is progress, they will become the ones in real danger.
After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Weike finally dialed Ling Yi's number.
He thought the call would be difficult to connect, but to his surprise, it was answered after only one ring.
"Hello, I'm Ling Yi, I'm from Village No. 47!"
Jiang Weike was taken aback and asked, "What, Village No. 47? Where is Village No. 47 located?"
He had become very familiar with the Map of Red City City and its surrounding areas during this time, and had never even heard of any Village No. 47.
Besides, what village is named with a number?
"Heh, does anyone know where this is? I'll wait here for half an hour." Ling Yi hung up the phone after saying that.
"Hello, hello!" Jiang Weike was so angry he almost smashed his phone.
Ran Li then said, "Chief, if I'm not mistaken, our phone calls have been tapped, or we've been tapped."
Neither Jiang Weike nor Ran Li noticed that when Ran Li said those words, the twin brothers Bai Qingzhe and Bai Qingyuan's eyes clearly flickered.