The black and censored blood gushed out from the wound on Jiang Lin's neck.
With Jiang Lin's censored head rolling to the ground, his regretful eyes had a dumbfounded expression and black question marks in them.
With the death of his body and dao, Jiang Lin, who was an Immortal Abode Tier cultivator, turned into thousands of specs of bright spirit qi, and returned to nature.
The next moment, several men in black appeared in front of the woman.
"You men! There's no grudge between you and her, so why kill her!"
The woman with the muli had her hand over her chest, blood slowly spilling from the corner of her mouth. Looking at the fading corpse on the ground, the woman had overflowing guilt in her eyes, and her hatred for the men in black in front of her was much more intense.
"Hehe, anyone who associates with the Unfettered Sect has to die! Besides, she just saw your face!"
"You! I vow to cultivate the Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns! I will avenge the destruction of my sect!"
"Avenge? You don't have a chance?"
"That's right. If you're honest enough to let us enjoy you for a while, we can still make your death swift."
One of the black-clothed men licked his lips and stepped closer.
Ding…
Just as the woman was about to destroy them at all costs, a crisp sound like a bronze coin falling to the ground came from the night sky of Black Tortoise City.
Jiang Lin, who appeared in the attic not far away after being resurrected, was hiding on the eaves and looking on when a flash of sword light came flying towards him.
Jiang Lin dodged it, and floated to the ground.
"F**king hell. If I hadn't been curious, I would have revived a little farther away."
At this moment, Jiang Lin put on a layer of fake skin to cover his handsome face.
He changed into a man's white robe, and under the moonlight, his slender figure was surprisingly handsome in some ways.
"Your excellency is trying to interfere?"
Looking at Jiang Lin, who landed onto the ground in white robes under the moonlight—looking cool—and had returned to his male form, the black-clothed men raised their words, their killing intent revealed.
"Interfere? Actually, I'm just passing by—"
"Your excellency, run! You are no match for them! I, Xiao Xueli, will not let them touch a bit of my innocence even if I die with them!"
"???" Jiang Lin.
"It seems that your excellency is trying to be a hero and save the day."
"No, actually, I don't—"
"Take this!"
'F***ing hell! Won't you let me finish the sentence!'
Looking at the oncoming sword ray, Jiang Lin wanted to curse.
He was only eavesdropping and looking on for a bit. Were all the villains in this world so decisive now that they didn't say more than a few words before starting a fight?
At that time, that glimpse of the longsword was only 0.01 centimeters away from Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin had thought about dodging it, about getting killed again, and about just running away; it wasn't his business anyway.
But…
A spring breeze blew up the girl's muli.
The moment he saw the girl's face…
A quest came.
[Ding…]
[Protagonist plot triggered: the protagonist Xiao Xueli, the direct disciple of the Unfettered Sect, talented and born with the Supreme Bone, is being pursued because her sect was destroyed by Wishing Defeat Demon Sect. Within 100 years, the protagonist Xiao Xueli will wipe out all the demon sects in the nine provinces, and she will kill you countless times and scatter your ashes to the winds, then prove her dao, and ascend.]
Clank!
Just a moment after the tip of the sword barely touched the hair on Jiang Lin's brow, Jiang Lin held a flying sword in his hand, and deflected the long sword in the black man's hand.
The flying sword was translucent all over, like snow and ice, hanging by Jiang Lin's side, and emitting a clear burning glow under the moonlight.
The black-clothed man looked toward the white-robed man who was looking up at the moon, and shouted, "Life-bound flying sword! You're a sword cultivator!"
There were three types of cultivators: ordinary cultivators, sword cultivators, and pure martial artists who weren't considered cultivators, but were cultivators nonetheless.
Sword cultivators had the most lethality amongst the three, and were the most unreasonable; they were the hardest to become.
"Does it matter that much whether I'm a sword cultivator or not?"
Tilting his head at 45 degrees and looking at the clear, glowing moonlight, Jiang Lin wanted to cry a little.
As for the reason?
Why could he bump into a protagonist even on a stroll… Forget the encounter, but why did every protagonist have to annihilate all demon sects, and end up affecting the Sun Moon Sect.
Although the Sun Moon Sect was a demon sect, their deal was to "only attack the heart, and not kill innocent people."
Did the Sun Moon Sect steal your rations!?
"Since you're a sword cultivator, tell me your name. I don't kill nobodies!"
"Sun Moon Sect, Twin Pearl Peak, Jiang… Jiang Yida!"
Withdrawing his gaze from the air, Jiang Lin looked at the pale, elegant girl behind him.
"The Sun Moon Sect? Hahaha, you are the disciple of the Sun Moon Sect that only plays with hearts and never kills people? Hahaha, as a fellow demon sect, although it is said that the Sun Moon Sect is rather odd, since when did you start being chivalrous?"
The man in black brandished his word childishly.
"Kid, for the sake of us being in the same trade, I'll spare you today. So hurry up and leave, don't delay my big event!"
"Big event?"
"Of course! Hurry up and get out of the way, or do you want a piece of the pie too? This isn't a no-no; 100 medium-grade spirit stones, I'll let you go in second."
"Boss, that won't do. I want to go second."
"Nonsense! Boss, I—"
"All of you shut up!" the black-clothed man bellowed, and all his subordinates immediately went quiet and looked towards Jiang Lin. The black-clothed man smiled slightly. "Well?"
Jiang Lin shook his head, and looked at them sympathetically as if they were idiots. "You can't touch her."
"Why?"
"Because! I'm here! I may be from a demon sect, but my heart is for justice!"
Jiang Lin held the snow-white translucent longsword in his hand, his long hair flowing. He appeared quite saintly.
Since ancient times, no protagonist was tarnished by those villainous minions, and every protagonist fought beyond their tiers and killed their opponents, surviving on edge, and then suddenly they would comprehend some kind of tier-breaking thing.
But all of this Jiang Lin could only hold in his heart. They wouldn't believe it even if he said it.
Jiang Lin felt that what he could do now was to hurry up and farm up some goodwill before this protagonist awakened.
"What did you say?"
"Kid, our boss was kind enough to befriend you, but you don't even know what's good for you!"
"F*ck him up!"
"Go!"
When Jiang Lin was about to recite some more lines with overwhelmingly childish justice, the three subordinates of the man in black didn't even give Jiang Lin a chance, and charged directly towards him.
"Lady! Remember! The people of demon sects are not all villains! I, Jiang Yida, am willing to die for you!"
"No, young master!"
"Kill!" Jiang Lin shouted, and charged forward. 'Hell, it's just too damned childish, but…'
He glanced at the girl, who was on her knees and looked worried, and the effect of his speech seemed to be quite good.
Bing… bing… bang… bang…
"Muda muda muda
Jiang Lin gripped his sword and fought against the three little black-clothed subordinates in a bloody battle. The three men in black were also at the Immortal Abode Tier, and they were deeply anxious for some time when fighting Jiang Lin.
However, 10 breaths later, Jiang Lin was victorious, and just when Jiang Lin wanted to say a few more lines, a palm sneaked over and slapped Jiang Lin on the back.
Jiang Lin spurted blood from his mouth, and fell in front of the girl.