Some things don't need to be said out loud, just remembering them in your heart is enough.

  Chen Jing's entire ability was now concentrated on a single sword, but the sword in his hand was clearly dull and without light. Staying here would be useless, he had to leave as soon as possible.

  Ye Qingxue didn't leave, but stood on the rooftop, gazing faintly at everything in front of her. The middle-aged man's blue handkerchief fell onto the rooftop in front of her, and she only glanced at it, not even bothering to pick it up.

  Her appearance was like a light in the dark night, attracting countless moths to fly towards her.

  Only in the darkness, suddenly a group of strange people emerged, each with an ethereal figure, their faces unclear, and even their bodies were not very visible, like a cluster of dense black smoke condensing together. Nor did they see them use any magic, but instead rushed straight at Ye Qingxue's body. Ye Qingxue just looked in the direction of the mountain below, as if unaware.

  "Be careful......" Chen Jing shouted in a low voice.

  As he shouted out this sentence, those dark fog-like people had already pounced on her body. A layer of electric sparks burst forth from her body, and the fog people who fell onto her immediately let out a series of mournful cries as they dispersed.

  Ye Qingxue seemed to have been startled awake by Chen Jing's soft voice, and the hand hanging down from his Taoist robe suddenly swung up. In the process of swinging up, it was as if he had shattered the void, and wherever it passed, dazzling silver electric sparks flashed, transforming into a silver whip that turned into a circle and spread out in all directions.

  Chen Jing was shocked, he knew that Ye Qingxue's magical powers were high and the thunder method she practiced was exquisite, but he had never thought it would reach this level of instinctive response. Only to see Ye Qingxue as the center, a silver electric light circle expanded in the air above Qianluomen, wherever it passed, people who touched it immediately fell to the ground. Those human-shaped black mists dispersed instantly with just one touch.

  "Go!" Ye Qingxue shouted lightly, and with a burst of energy, she soared into the air, heading straight for Jiang Liuyun's closed door.

  Chen Jing turned around and walked away, sneaking towards the side of Qian Luo's door.

  The gloomy Senbon Gate, no longer with a hint of elegance, had transformed into an ominous and frightening place in an instant.

  Chen Jing turned around and walked away, quickly sneaking towards the side of Qian Luo's door.

  In the darkness, Chen Jing retracted the aura on his body, but in his heart, he was thinking about what kind of people were hidden in the misty night. The long sword in his hand was quickly running along, and the palm of his hand was filled with spiritual energy, wiping it on the sword. He wanted to clear the blood gas on the sword as soon as possible.

  Qianluomen's Jianpai has been built for over 300 years, and the mountain gate is not small. The observatory is also very exquisite, and after turning around a few buildings, it seems like a different world in front of you. In the dark sky, ripples of electric waves occasionally emerge, and many black shadows are scattered by the electric waves. However, Chen Jing did not encounter any obstacles, as if all enemies were attracted by Ye Qingxue, or Ye Qingxue intentionally attracted all enemies to her. She was dazzling in the darkness, just like the lightning in her hand.

  Chen Jing was hugging the wall root and quickly walking with his body, suddenly his figure paused, in front of him a person was standing quietly there, dark and gloomy, with a dead grey color in his eyes. Chen Jing's heart skipped a beat, a chill rose from his heart. As soon as he saw this person, he immediately thought of 'lost soul'.

  Before he could react, the wraith suddenly opened its mouth, as if letting out a sharp scream, but no sound was emitted. However, Chen Jing's mind suddenly felt a stabbing pain, and he had a dizzy feeling. He was greatly shocked in his heart, and the sword in his hand flashed out like lightning. Magical power infused the sword body, and a layer of clear light flowed vaguely.

  Chen Jing's entire body was like it had no weight at all, floating up with the sword. The sword pierced through and entered the mouth of the vengeful spirit, but Chen Jing didn't feel any sensation of entering flesh, only that the sword seemed to have entered water, with a slight resistance. With one stroke of the sword, the vengeful spirit let out a mournful cry and dissipated into a cloud of black smoke. When Chen Jing looked closely at the sword, he saw that it was stuck with a symbol shining with divine light, without any evil aura, which gave him a feeling of incongruity with the vengeful spirit from before.

  That mysterious symbol on his sword slowly dissipated, Chen Jing's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and two words suddenly surged in his heart: "City Guardian!"

  Only the gods can drive away so many vengeful spirits. In Chen Jingxin's heart, the gods had always been a distant existence, and it wasn't until this moment that he discovered they were actually so close, as if he could already smell the cold and lofty aura on their bodies. He involuntarily turned his head to look at Ye Qingxue, but before he could say what was on his mind, dozens of vengeful spirits swooped down from the sky.

  The dead souls all had blurry faces, as if a lump of black mud was smeared on their faces. Their mouths were open in silent screams. As soon as Chen Jingcai saw them, his body involuntarily shuddered, and an inexplicable chill rose from the top of his head. His ears suddenly rang with bursts of eerie laughter, as if a group of starving people had seen food and became excited.

  Dark and gloomy spirits surrounded, in an instant, this place seemed to have become a ghostly realm.

  Chen Jing turned around and rushed out, meanwhile, the sword in his hand danced instantly, the sword body had already been stained with human blood, it was no longer very agile, so he didn't control the sword outside his body with his mind. Although it was so, the sword body still shone with a clear and elegant light, the light was danced into a piece of colorful curtain, wrapping Chen Jing inside.

  Dozens of vengeful spirits dived down, charging straight into the sword curtain, but were shattered by it and transformed into a thick fog blacker than night. However, even more vengeful spirits had already dived down, instantly submerging Chen Jing. The sword in Chen Jing's hand danced wildly, with snowflakes seemingly floating around him. He could no longer distinguish how many vengeful spirits were charging towards him, nor how many had dissipated under his sword at that moment.

  Everything before one's eyes is a dull grey, and in one's ears is the cacophony of maniacal laughter.

  The sword light flickered in the darkness, like a lone lamp that might go out at any moment.

  These were the lowest-ranking ghosts, still needing to receive the City Guardian Seal to leave the City Guardian Netherworld. If it was a Yin Soldier, Chen Jing was probably already dead by now. However, he told himself that there was still a glimmer of hope, but at the same time, he felt as if he had been engulfed by the tide of death.

  The vengeful spirits seemed to have form, yet were also formless. Every time he scattered one of the vengeful spirits, it was as if something had wrapped itself around the sword's body, and this sword was like a sponge that absorbed the evil energy of the vengeful spirits. The sword grew heavier and heavier, while his internal strength grew less and less.

  As time ticked away, at first he still thought that if he couldn't break out, he would be devoured by these vengeful spirits. Later on, he didn't even have the spare energy to think about this, all his energy was focused on his sword. Until finally, his originally unbroken spiritual energy turned into a thin thread, and together with that one thread of determination, it drove his body and sword to charge straight outwards.

  He felt his movements were as slow as a snail, but in other people's eyes, he didn't seem to have slowed down much, still frantically rushing outward, this was a kind of frenzy that only appeared on the verge of death.

  Ye Qingxue stood on the rooftop, her white clothes fluttering in the dark wind. A halo of electricity circled around her body, making her stand out starkly against the dark sky and earth. In each of the four directions - east, south, west, and north - stood a person, all dressed in identical black attire with a temple emblem on their chest. Their bodies were shrouded in a layer of mist, obscuring their faces and exuding an aura of mystery.

  Above Ye Qingxue's head, a layer of dark clouds surged, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't dark clouds, rather the gathering of vengeful spirits that obscured the entire sky. Each one let out silent wails, as if they would pounce down and devour Ye Qingxue at any moment.

  Sun Xuantong emerged from the darkness, with two Taoist priests guarding him on either side.

  "Ye Shijie, what's the point of this again?" Sun Xuantong came to the house where Ye Qingxue was standing and advised, his voice still as gentle as usual.

  Ye Qingxue simply looked at him, her face without surprise or anger, as if everything was within her expectations, and she had already mentally prepared herself.

  Sun Xuantong's eyes narrowed involuntarily, as if pierced by Ye Qingxue's calm and serene gaze. His heart was already churning like boiling water, for among all the Qianluo Mountain disciples, Ye Qingxue's magical powers were renowned for their depth, with some even whispering that she surpassed the current sect leader, Jiang Liuyun. Sun Xuantong didn't believe this, thinking that although she might be stronger than other disciples, it was impossible for her to surpass the sect leader.

  But what had just happened suddenly elevated Ye Qingxue's position in his heart to a high altitude, and added a layer of profound and mysterious color.

  "Eldest sister, if you wish to leave, I, Sun Xuantong, am willing to lay out a road of brocade for you. If eldest sister does not wish to leave, I, Sun Xuantong, am willing to build a golden pavilion and jade palace for eldest sister to cultivate in."

  Sun Xuantong spoke with extreme sincerity, and Ye Qingxue finally reacted. She shook her head and said, "What's the use of brocade carpets on the road? Can it bring back my dead disciples from the Thousand Luo Gate?" Her voice was not sharp or harsh, just like her eyes, calm and serene, but Sun Xuantong felt that at this moment, Ye Qingxue was like a thunderbolt that could destroy everything, and anyone who touched her would die.

  Although Sun Xuantong was clever and quick-witted as usual, he was now speechless.

  Ye Qingxue continued, "What about the Golden Platform and Jade Gate? Can it help me achieve immortality?" Her question once again caused Sun Xuandong's face to change color. He finally clearly recognized that he and Ye Qingxue were fundamentally different people. His face slightly cold, his voice still trying to be warm, he said, "In that case, Xuandong has offended you."

  Just as he finished speaking, a hoarse voice rose up, interwoven with raging anger.

  "What a big nerve."

  As the sound rose, the stone gate of the closed door suddenly burst open, and stones flew everywhere. An old man with white hair walked out, as if a gust of wind would blow him down.

  Sun Xuandong was shocked in his heart. Where was the immortal and elegant master he had in mind? He had only been closed for a few months, but he had already become like this.

  Jiang Liu Yun's old and worn-out dragon-like body walked straight towards Sun Xuan Tong, saying: "Xuan Tong, you've been learning the Tao from me for twelve years, today you finally made a move against me."

  "Master has a good memory." Sun Xuantong was shocked in his heart, but on the surface he still looked gentle and peaceful, speaking as usual, warm and jade-like.

  The river flowed with white eyebrows fluttering in the wind, as if even the wind could blow them off. "Do you see my current state? Back then, my senior brother said that thing couldn't be touched, but I didn't believe it, so I ended up like this. And you, do you still want it?"

  Sun Xuantong's expression changed slightly, but he lowered his eyebrows and said in a submissive tone: "Xuantong would like to take a look."

  "Hmph......" Jiang Liuyun smiled lightly, his face like a chicken's skin, his voice hoarse: "That is something that Shixiong exchanged with his life, how could it be seen by someone who deceives and destroys their master?"

  As soon as the words fell, he swung his sleeves and in an instant a strong killing intent surged up from his body. His thin palm slapped out, and in the empty air a solid-looking giant green palm appeared, heading straight for Sun Xuandong's seal.

  His sudden movement was like stirring up a huge wave on the river's surface. Four mysterious figures, standing in four directions, simultaneously pointed at Ye Qingxue, and the vengeful spirits in the sky surged down like a dark sea. Ye Qingxue similarly pointed to the sky, let out a light shout, and a bolt of lightning exploded amidst the dark clouds of vengeful spirits. The lightning was dazzling, splitting into four parts, wandering in the void, like living electric snakes, tearing through the void, crackling with energy, and heading straight for the four figures standing in four directions.