C41 Be afraid

The scorching afternoon sun shone brightly in the sky. The roof of the School of Sword Arts was suffused with golden splendor. Amongst the many buildings, this was the only one with a mighty and domineering aura! Spring's breath is always refreshing, a few orioles chirp green willow, the air in the dark fragrant flowers fresh!

It was located in the middle of the plaza of the sword gate. There was a precious land within the spirit pond, and as its name implied, there was abundant spiritual energy here.

A few servants hurriedly walked past, carrying some vegetables and wild fruits in their hands. They were probably heading to the hall in the front yard.

"Old Wang, who was the woman that was travelling with Eldest Young Master just now?" one of the young attendants asked.

"You can do your own work, but with so much talking, you should be careful of chasing yourself out of the Sword School!"

"Hey!" I'll just ask! Look at you, scaring me! " The attendant scratched his head and muttered to himself, "However, the young master looks listless today!"

"Ouch!" The young servant held his head and took a step back.

Old Wang's face turned serious, he sternly said, "If you dare talk anymore, I'll send you to the old butler's place!"

"No, no!" I won't say it, I won't say it anymore! " Upon hearing the old butler, the young servant immediately became guilty, lowered his head and followed Old Wang out.

On a small path that led directly to the back mountain of the Sword School, two figures tightly pressed against each other as they proceeded forward.

Occasionally, a few butterflies would dance, and the atmosphere was very comfortable!

"Is your name Jian Dong?" A bewitching and beautiful voice rang out, as if the winter sun had blown snow, causing one to freeze three feet in ice and feel their mouth go numb.

"I am Jian Dong." There was a hint of shyness in the dullness, but there was no emotion.

The seductive woman tilted her head and stared at Jian Dong, then said, "A few months ago, Jian Dong was publicly acknowledged as the young master of trash, but why would there be such a tremendous change in a few months' time?"

"I have the Demon Saber Possession!" His face was expressionless as he spoke with empty eyes.

"You are very honest, good boy!" Her silky smooth and tender hands caressed Jian Dong's brows, the woman laughed: "But, is that it?"

"The blade contains my teacher's soul. He's teaching me everything!" The current Jian Dong seemed to have no soul, like a walking corpse, without any signs of life.

A ray of light flashed past, the seductive lady gently caressed her hair, a burst of fragrance permeated the air, Jian Dong's face was flushed red, as she was confused.

"Come, sit over here!" The lady took Jian Dong's hand and walked to the pavilion at the side, and the two sat in front of each other.

A gentle breeze blew past, and the surrounding forest started to make noises. The sunlight disappeared, and the sky slowly turned dark.

The woman raised her head and looked at him. With a smile in her eyes, she said softly, "The weather has changed so fast. The sunny weather has turned dark in an instant!"

Soon after, she looked at Jian Dong who looked like a fool, she was startled, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Hehe, I forgot about it, you can't talk to me!"

Sneering coldly, the lady asked in a low voice, "Where did your teacher come from?"

"Possession by the cliff, who knows where it will come from!"

Taking a deep breath, the girl pursed her lips into a smile, "Then what's his cultivation level?"

"Very powerful!"

The woman was obviously impatient because of Jian Dong's short reply. She grinned at him, and with a row of white teeth, her expression gradually became sinister, and angrily grabbed Jian Dong's hand as she continued to ask: "Why is your master not showing up yet?"

"Since master's soul is exhausted after snatching the concentration technique, he needs to go into closed door training to recuperate!"

"concentration technique!" The lady's face changed, her cheeks flushed red from excitement, her ample chest moving up and down slightly. She had heard Cheng Hao mention this concentration technique before, that it was an Ancient Divine Technique!

"Could it be that the concentration technique is with this kid?" The seductive woman muttered to herself, and then moved to Jian Dong's side and sat down, and asked anxiously: "Where is the concentration technique?"

"It's in my body!"

The woman chuckled. Her smile was full of cold killing intent!

"Leave the concentration technique to me!"

The Jian Dong in front of him slightly turned his head, his gaze a field of white, as if he had not heard the woman at all. The Jian Dong at this moment looked more like a fool.

"Leave it to me, good girl. Listen to me, concentration technique, leave it to me! " Her charming and soft voice continuously reverberated beside Jian Dong's ears. The seductive woman used all her strength, suppressing the sound of the bewitching sound to the limit.

The woman's right hand suddenly opened, and with a twist, a burst of ferocious yellow colored gas surrounded Jian Dong's body, and after a moment, it started to seep into Jian Dong's body. Following the explosion of the energy, Jian Dong's body had almost turned yellow, like a corpse, as though his soul had been sucked clean.

"I want the concentration technique! Leave it to me! " Laughing sinisterly at Jian Dong, the black mist gushed out, causing her hands to vaguely change to the color of dried wood, and she waved her hands nonstop.

With a face as heavy as water, Jian Dong looked straight ahead. He could not feel what was happening around him and was enveloped by a large amount of yellow colored gas, which was constantly flowing in and out of his body. The surrounding air gradually solidified and the fluctuations in the surrounding energy gradually increased.

"Bam!"

Following a muffled boom, Jian Dong's body was suddenly sent flying backwards, and with a "bang", he smashed apart a small green tree. Wood chips flew in all directions, and a few birds soared into the sky, avoiding the incoming disaster.

Tilting his head slightly to the side, Jian Dong's lips leaked out a trace of yellow liquid. Then, he slowly raised his arm and rubbed his eyes, as if he had been dreaming for a very long time!

When he truly opened his eyes and looked forward, a flash of astonishment passed through his eyes as he said, "Miss, you … you aren't from that red house."

"Damn it!" The woman glared at Jian Dong, her eyes dark and cold. She suddenly raised her right hand, and an extremely strong suction force instantly brought Jian Dong, who was seated on the ground, up to her eyes.

"If you don't hand over the concentration technique, I will send you to hell!"

"Cough." At this time, Jian Dong's eyes were wide open, his chest was heaving, and his face was flushed red.

A trace of a smile was lifted on her cold lips. The woman's long and narrow beautiful eyes were like that of a fox spirit as she smiled and said, "If you don't hand it over, then don't blame me!"

The withered yellow color at the tip of his finger spread, and the strong sealing power had already caused Jian Dong to roll his eyes. As he lightly panted, his mind sank into silence;

"Am I really going to die?" The sudden thought made Jian Dong give up on the thought of surviving. He slowly lowered his arm, and waited for death to befall him.

"To abandon one's faith before the final moment, truly useless!" A familiar voice resounded in his mind.

Jian Dong suddenly opened his eyes, the sudden change shocked the seductive lady, her pupils tightened as the strength in her fingers increased by another level!

"Hu!" A burst of strange sounds came out, and the surrounding became much dimmer, a burst of boundless Spirit Qi rose from Jian Dong's head, strands of green smoke released a proud light aura, this kind of strange Qi, also made the bewitching woman unconsciously take a few steps back, her eyes becoming filled with fear.