Offering Salted Fish To Master

Liao Tingyan looked at the blood that slowly shed from the ancestor’s mouth with an inexhaustible expression. Was he injured?

Sima Jiao raised his hand, wiped the blood on his mouth with his thumb, and looked at the white-clothed woman with a careless smile, “Back then, I almost killed the elders and palace owners of Gengchen Xianfu. You are too overconfident to come to kill me alone.” 

From his words, it was obvious that he didn’t count the first few vulnerable girls.

These were two groups of girls from different backgrounds.

The white-clothed woman reluctantly sat up. She took out a jade bottle from her sleeve, poured out a pill and swallowed it. The person recovered visually. She looked even more dangerous than before. She took out another long sword full of white shine.

“This is my master’s sword, the Moon Flower inherited by our Moon Palace. Today I will kill you.” 

Her hatred and perseverance in her eyes was moving, and she looked like she was about to fight back and sling. The heroine said deeply, “Sima, this decadent Fengshan clan, should have been cut off long ago.”

The swish of the huge chains outside, and the jade plaques with the words also buzzed lightly, and the entire central tower oscillated slightly. The woman’s attack was a bit sharper than before, and it had a completely desperate style of play. That crazy posture could only make people think the same.

Sima Jiao seemed to be finally unable to withstand it. Under such an offensive, he spouted another mouthful of blood. He even stood up. His expression finally became more solemn.

The entire center tower was full of their explosive spiritual power. With Liao Tingyan’s cultivation base, she would be dead. Fortunately, she was safer behind Sima Jiao. She could only wait in the safe area for the battle to end.

They fought not long after, and soon after a loud bang, the white-clothed woman fell into the distance. And Sima Jiao wasn’t any better. He stepped back two steps and fell on Liao Tingyan’s couch with his eyelashes slightly lowered. The blood flow from his mouth became even greater.

Liao Tingyan found that she was able to move on the battlefield. She stood up from the gap on the other side of the couch and tried to ask the boss, “Shizu? Are you okay?”

“Liao Tingyan.”

The one who called her wasn’t the master, but the woman in white clothes who was left over there. 

She said, “I know you are Clear Sky Valley’s disciple. Your master calls me Shishu.”

Liao Tingyan: “…” What, sister, is your seniority so high? Cultivators live for a long time, and they have many generations in the same family. It was really hard to figure out the generation.

The woman’s scorching eyes carried a deadly madness, “Sima Jiao has no power to resist. You should kill him quickly!”

Liao Tingyan: Huh?

“As long as you kill him, our Moon Palace will be your backer in the future. You can easily obtain resources and status.” 

The woman struggled and said, “Don’t be afraid, now use the Fengshan blood congeal flower to dip in Sima Jiao’s blood and you can immediately have a deep cultivation base. With my Moon flower sword, I can cut open his chest, take out his heart, and put it in the Bitan (m.green lake) over there, and he will die completely.” 

The steps were explained in detail, and the operation was very feasible. Anyone who was ambitious, would’ve done what she said.

Liao Tingyan glanced at Sima Jiao who didn’t respond. In fact, she was ashamed. She just watched him bleed, and for a moment she wanted to try the red lotus petals with blood to see if her cultivation experience would increase.

Sima Jiao opened his eyes with a smile on his face. Staring at her, he silently said a few words-

“Come and kill me”

Liao Tingyan: “…?” What did this ancestor say? Was he uncomfortable? He was lying there looking really uncomfortable.

She hesitated to stretch out her hand towards him, picked him up, put him on the couch, and covered him with a blanket.

Liao Tingyan said, “So?”

Sima Jiao: “…”

The woman in white: “…”

The white-clothed woman was about to die from coughing and shouted hoarsely, “What are you doing? Hurry! Kill him! He is a demon. If he doesn’t die today, one day more people will die!”

Liao Tingyan had put on earplugs. She wouldn’t do what the girl said, because she was just an innocent bystander and didn’t want to participate in the struggle of this world. In addition, in her life for more than 20 years, let alone murder, she had never killed a chicken. It was impossible for a law-abiding citizen to kill someone for nothing just after hearing some words.

Even if she put on her earplugs, she could still hear the woman in white over there yelling before her death, “You are helping the demon to abuse people, and sooner or later you will regret it–“

Liao Tingyan didn’t agree. This world had nothing to do with her. These people had nothing to do with her. The woman over there had no relation with her. She wouldn’t listen to her. She had no grievances with Sima Jiao, and she wouldn’t kill him. This was simple.

The girl seemed to have died, and the whole place was quiet. Liao Tingyan sat on the edge of the couch and glanced at the boss who was placed on the couch by her. He was looking at her with a strange, non-smiling expression.

Liao Tingyan said, “Old man, are you okay?” 

If something wrong happened to the boss, she had to consider her future way out.

Sima Jiao vomited a mouthful of blood to show her, and said with a weak voice, “What do you think?”

It looked really bad. He was unable to even move. So he could only lie there motionless. Even speaking was hard for him.

“I think there should be some healing medicine somewhere,” Liao Tingyan said.

At this moment, a little light appeared in Sima Jiao’s eyes. Liao Tingyan was dragged down by one hand, and was crashed into Sima Jiao’s arms. There was a flower in front of her. She opened her eyes again. She had been carried by Sima Jiao who floated out of the window, and the place where they had just stayed, including the wall and couch, was all shattered by the explosion.

Liao Tingyan said, “F****?!”

Sima Jiao, who was still dying, wasn’t weak anymore and floated steadily in the air outside the center tower. Judging from the strength of his arms holding her, the weakness was absolutely pretentious. Liao Tingyan hugged Sima Jiao’s waist with a stiff face, just begging him not to drop her when her feet weren’t on ground.