“Thanks.”
Qiao Xiaoxian felt her dantian, then gratefully rubbed Jiang Ke’er’s head: “It’s actually a perfect ‘Two Forms’ (Liangyi)! I thought this thing only existed in theory and was impossible to achieve… You truly are an incredibly excellent ‘furnace cauldron’!”
Jiang Ke’er, who had just been praised, was expressionless, staring at the bonfire in front of her, doubting her fox life.
Seeing Jiang Ke’er seemed to be in a bad mood, Qiao Xiaoxian gently comforted her: “You are the best furnace cauldron I’ve ever seen. Not only did you voluntarily sign the contract, but you’re also dedicated, constantly helping me improve my cultivation and talent… Without you, I wouldn’t be who I am today.”
Jiang Ke’er covered her heart, where a burning pain was radiating.
“Stop… stop talking,” Jiang Ke’er said, trembling.
“If you weren’t here, I would have died under that dragon’s vein long ago,” Qiao Xiaoxian looked at Jiang Ke’er seriously,
“Thanks to the ‘furnace cauldron’ cultivation method you’re bound to, which shares your life force with me, I’ve lived to this day… I genuinely thank you!”
“Pfft—cough—cough cough—”
Jiang Ke’er coughed painfully a few times, spitting out a clump of indignant blood.
So, the day Qiao Xiaoxian suddenly recovered completely was all her own doing?
“It’s good that you know to thank me,” Jiang Ke’er forced a smile, one that looked more miserable than crying.
Qiao Xiaoxian smilingly rubbed Jiang Ke’er’s head, using spiritual energy to sort out her chaotic blood qi.
Jiang Ke’er seriously suspected she was deliberately provoking her with words, aiming to make her spit blood, and then have a legitimate excuse to pat her head.
Gritting her teeth, Jiang Ke’er tried to forget the unpleasantness just now, took out the Book of Enchantment and the Book of Spiritual Roots, and used them one by one.
Because she had ascended to the ‘Two Forms’ (Liangyi) realm, the books produced by the system this time were Level 2 books, each adding two points to her stats.
After she used all the books, her Spiritual Root Quality had become 660, jumping from Level 3 to Level 6 in one go, and her Enchantment Quality was even higher, reaching 1390.
Qiao Xiaoxian watched as Jiang Ke’er’s aura gradually changed, becoming more alluring.
Her own Spiritual Root also continuously grew stronger along with Jiang Ke’er’s, with a significant increase in both the cohesiveness and explosive power of spiritual energy, causing her to praise Jiang Ke’er’s marvel again and again.
Jiang Ke’er felt like she was Qiao Xiaoxian’s exclusive Doraemon, a versatile assistant.
Sigh…
“Sooner or later I’ll kill… forget it.”
In the past few days, this sentence had been repeated too many times, and even Jiang Ke’er herself was a little tired of it.
As the saying goes, barking dogs don’t bite. Jiang Ke’er decided to be a silent fox, not chattering and shouting all day, but lurking in the darkness, waiting for a certain day… to deliver the most cruel and fatal blow directly to Qiao Xiaoxian!
The small boat swayed and drifted southwest, and in the distance, the outline of an island could already be faintly seen.
Hanye Island, an isolated island in the sea.
Jiang Ke’er gripped the hilt of her sword, her restless state instantly settling down.
Her grievances with Qiao Xiaoxian could be put aside for now; the Sword Debate Conference, which was close at hand, was her most pressing concern.
She didn’t know why things had turned out this way.
At first, she went to the sword school in Myriad Blades State simply to spar and learn the way of the sword; there was no malice whatsoever…
From beginning to end, she was just a small demon filled with longing for the way of the sword, wanting to become a sword cultivator.
She just wanted to learn the sword, not to kill, but she learned the sword and was also forced to learn how to kill.
She didn’t resent anyone, nor did she want to delve into any grand principles.
Now that she had come here, there were only two reasons.
One, to learn the sword.
Two, she was annoyed.
Qiao Xiaoxian seemed to sense Jiang Ke’er’s heavy thoughts and gently held her hand.
Suddenly, Jiang Ke’er realized—even if everyone in the world wanted to kill her, Qiao Xiaoxian, this clingy presence, never would.
Because she still had value to her, when she was by her side, at least she didn’t have to worry about her safety.
—Though she was still just as hateful!
“Do you two mind if I sit down?”
A voice suddenly came from behind, startling Jiang Ke’er.
She turned around and found that, at some point, a third person had appeared on the boat.
He had arrived silently; if he hadn’t spoken, Jiang Ke’er wouldn’t have noticed his presence at all.
He was a master!
“I am Yuan Zheng, Ninth Seat of the Calamity Immortal Hall,” the newcomer politely cupped his hands towards Jiang Ke’er and Qiao Xiaoxian, “I’ve been ordered to apprehend an escaped fox demon. May I ask if either of you knows the whereabouts of this fox demon?”
“Don’t know, don’t know,” Jiang Ke’er waved her hand, “What Calamity Immortal Hall? Where did this thick-headed simpleton come from? On the vast sea, what fox demon are you looking for, you dummy? Does your fox demon live on the sea?”
Yuan Zheng choked, feeling that what Jiang Ke’er said made a lot of sense.
If he hadn’t seen Jiang Ke’er’s portrait, he would have believed her.
[Obtained ‘Villain Points’ x100 from Yuan Zheng.]
He sneered inwardly, hugged his sword, and sat down on the boat: “Judging by your stance, you two are about to dine… I suggest you eat more, and eat well, because you might not get another chance later.”
A threat?
Jiang Ke’er was amused.
“Come on, sit down and eat with us,” Jiang Ke’er wasn’t angry; instead, she enthusiastically invited Yuan Zheng, “I just learned to cook. Do you want to try my cooking?”