As a daughter, I am invincible in the fantasy world

Chapter 352: Old Friends, Hugging Each Other

At the Tianyuan event, Ji Qing killed the foreign saint king with his bamboo sword, shocking the world.

Even if she didn't redelineate the sect's boundaries, someone would offer them to her obediently, and the small sects around her would be eager to come forward and beg to join forces with her.

In turbulent times, one can only feel at ease if one has the protection of a strong person; otherwise, one day one might be wiped out by the aftermath of a battle and not know how one died.

Too lazy to watch those True Saints arguing, Ji Qingzhu turned around and left, flashing to the holy city below.

She was stunning, with flying black hair, and she looked transcendent, especially after she had just killed the Saint King with a sword, she looked even more heroic. Naturally, her appearance at this time attracted a lot of attention.

Many women had radiant looks on their faces. They were so beautiful and heroic that people envied them, but no one dared to feel the slightest jealousy or hatred. When the gap in strength became so huge that it could not be made any bigger, people had no other thoughts except admiration.

The male cultivators cut off all the evil thoughts in their hearts one by one and looked straight ahead. This man was a rose with thorns. The Saint King could kill him at will. Anyone who dared to provoke him, if they looked at him for a second longer and were misunderstood, would die without knowing how they died.

"Am I that scary?" Ji Qingzhu sighed helplessly.

"Yes, Qingzhu, you just killed the Saint King. The result was so amazing. Not to mention them, even I was scared." Xin Beimo pulled his good disciple over and looked at her carefully to see if there were any signs of injuries on her body.

"I'm not hurt, don't worry." Ji Qingzhu said.

Xin Beimo was amazed. When did the True Saint become so powerful that he could kill the Holy King without any injury.

"My disciple Qingzhu has the appearance of a great saint. No, he has the appearance of a god!"

When Ji Qingzhu heard this, her face suddenly froze, and a hint of resentment appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Master, please retract your magical powers. Who can resist such milk?

"Ahem, I'm going to meet some old friends. Call me when you leave." Xin Beimo couldn't stand the resentful look in his eyes and quickly turned and left.

Ji Qingzhu shook his head, sensed several familiar auras, his eyes turned, and his figure quietly disappeared.

Well, she also wants to go see her three old friends.

Beside a pavilion, several cultivators who were considered to be of the younger generation gathered together. After Ji Qingzhu disappeared, more than a dozen people sat down in a moment, all of whom were prominent figures.

"Come to think of it, Fairy Ji was of the same generation as us, but now she is far inferior to us." Someone sighed.

This man was none other than Ji Xingquan, the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty hundreds of years ago. He had now also entered the quasi-saint realm, but he felt that without some incredible opportunity, he would never be able to break through the limit in his lifetime.

When we are young, we are conceited and think we can do everything. But after many ups and downs, all the lofty words we said become nothing but a passing cloud. After a glass of wine, we are left alone to recall the hardships.

Jiuxiao Jianzi was also there. Compared to before, he was more introverted and easy-going. He had no sword on his body or in his hands. He had returned to his original nature.

But at this moment, he had no mood to feel sentimental, as most of his mind was focused on the sword that Ji Qingzhu had swung out.

The grace of that sword made him sink.

Then, a graceful figure walked over. She had a slender figure, and her whole body seemed to be surrounded by divine clouds. She was ethereal and fairy-like, and extremely beautiful.

"Saint Maiden Piaomiao, long time no see. You look even more graceful than before." Ji Xingquan stood up to greet her.

"I am no longer a saint." Lan Lingye whispered, but did not sit down directly. Her beautiful eyes looked to the other side.

On the other side, there was another woman walking over. She had autumn water as her face and jade as her bones. She was wearing a Taoist robe of water and fire. She embodied the spirit of heaven and earth and was equally beautiful.

The two of them standing together were so beautiful that they made the surroundings much brighter.

"You're here." Lan Lingye said with a smile.

"Shouldn't I come?" Bai Shu's eyes were calm.

"Ji Qingzhu is also in the city, maybe she hasn't left yet. I thought you would go find her." Lan Lingye said.

"Aren't you afraid that she will sense it if you call her the True Saint's name directly?" Bai Shu pursed his lips and chose to change the subject.

She was young at that time and the relationship was okay. Now he is a true saint who is high above everyone else and can even kill the Saint King with a sword. She has barely entered the pseudo-saint realm. She was able to break through so quickly because of the ancient medicine king that Ji Qingzhu collected.

But this cannot be blamed on Bai Shu. It is because they have chosen different paths. The path of alchemy is extremely difficult to practice. There is no shortcut. It all depends on the accumulation bit by bit.

Experience and life-and-death battles have basically no effect, but they require a lot of natural treasures to assist, to calm the mind and cultivate the character, to accumulate and then release, and not to be good at cultivation.

"I'm not afraid of her. So what if she's a True Saint? She took advantage of me before." Lan Lingye snorted. She was still brooding over what happened in the Great Cang Imperial City.

She failed to flirt with him and was pinned down by him. Her clothes were almost taken off by that guy. When had she ever suffered such an injustice?

"Little Ling Ye, you are really brave. Well, how does the saying go? A true saint cannot be insulted. Do you know your sin?"

At this moment, a clear female voice came from behind her, and a slender hand was placed on her shoulder, gently stroking the delicate collarbone in front of her snow-white neck.

"You..." Lan Lingye was so frightened that her body trembled. The person who came was so powerful, but she was completely unaware of it. If it was a sneak attack, the hand on her shoulder would have taken off her head long ago.

But when she heard the man's voice, a strong sense of familiarity came over her. This clear voice was so unique, and she had just heard what the guy said in public.

"Ji Qingzhu!"

Lan Lingye exclaimed in a low voice, and her body unconsciously let down its guard, but she didn't expect that the mischievous hand was placed on her waist at some point. Before she could react, someone reached out and held her in his arms.

A faint fragrance permeated her heart. She wanted to struggle, but she was powerless to resist. Even most of her magic power was sealed. An inexplicable sense of déjà vu came over her.

"Don't do that kind of thing."

Lan Lingye cried out in her heart. The last time it happened late at night, and the two of them were sneaking around, so no one knew she was pinned down by someone. But this time there were many other people around.

She raised her head and glared at Ji Qingzhu fiercely. Oh no, why is it a man? !
The young man in white smiled, revealing his white teeth, looking very bright and sunny.

Lan Lingye saw the clue. This was Ji Qingzhu, the guy. He just changed into men's clothes and tied his hair up. He couldn't help but grind his teeth, wishing he could open his mouth and take a bite.

"Why? Aren't you happy to see me? It's been hundreds of years since we last met, and I miss you so much." Ji Qingzhu said with her head lowered.

"Happy, why shouldn't I be happy? I miss you so much!" Lan Lingye said gritting his teeth.

The two bodies were pressed closely together. If you only looked at their backs, you would probably think they were a pair of lovers rubbing each other's ears.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time." Witnessing the intimate actions of the two people, Bai Shu on the side just felt it was noisy.

"No, you came at the right time." How could Ji Qingzhu ignore the other person next to him? They were all his good friends.

She stretched out her other hand and wanted to hug him, but unfortunately Bai Shu was not very cooperative and her face was indifferent.

"I knew it would be like this. Xiaoyu, let's hug one." Seeing this, Ji Qingzhu called An Yulo who had just arrived.

An Yuluo was confused and finally found the junior master. She was also shocked when she saw Ji Qingzhu and approached him in a daze. Bai Shu's eyelids jumped. This stupid Xiaoyu didn't even know that someone would sell her out one day.

"Senior Sister Ji, you have become a True Saint, but I am still stuck at the ninth level of Quasi-Sainthood!"

"It's okay. I'll give you some pointers later."

"Senior Sister Ji, did you really kill a Saint King with just one sword? That's incredible!"

"It's okay, I just relied on the power of the artifact."

Ji Qingzhu was very humble and loosened his hands at the right time. He took out a golden crow feather, used his magical powers to shrink it, and sealed the power contained in it.

Otherwise it would be bad if you got hurt by a feather.

Seeing that An Yuluo liked it, Ji Qingzhu took out a few more feathers and refined a precious fan on the spot and gave it to her.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Ji, for the treasure!" An Yulo did not forget to bow. This was the main feather that a Saint King had spent his entire life refining. If it was refined casually, it would become an incredible magic weapon, comparable to half a holy weapon.

"What about mine?" Lan Lingye was no longer shy at this time, and spoke directly into Ji Qingzhu's ear.

Anyway, they are all women, and they have been taken advantage of before. Only a fool would not take advantage of the opportunity to get some benefits.

"I'll give you a golden crow feather robe later." Ji Qingzhu was very generous.

It's not like I'm plucking her hair, so I don't feel bad at all.

Bai Shu was a little envious. It wasn’t that she wanted Ji Qingzhu’s things, but she felt a little melancholy when she saw their intimacy. Once upon a time, she and Ji Qingzhu had a very good relationship, but why did it become like this?
Is it because he knew about some of the inaction of Xuantian Holy Land towards the Five Elements Sect, or was it because of the long separation that created a gap, or was it because he was half a generation older than them and had a burden that he couldn't let go of?

Ji Qingzhu looked at her thoughtfully. The beautiful woman frowned, her eyes full of sadness. It seemed that her mind was in a mess.

No, she couldn't just sit there and watch her old friend go astray. She had to find some time to give him some counseling.

It was impossible for Lan Lingye, Bai Shu and An Yuluo, three extremely beautiful beauties who were so stunningly beautiful that they could not help but attract attention when they stood together. Moreover, there was a young man in white clothes hugging them on both sides, which was simply the envy of everyone.

If Ji Qingzhu hadn't had such a high level of cultivation, he would have been torn to pieces by that killing glare.

"It is Fairy Ji who has arrived. I am sorry for not welcoming you in person." Ji Xingquan did not dare to interrupt them while they were reminiscing about the past. Only now did he find the opportunity to speak.

Ji Qingzhu was a True Saint, and if he continued to call someone by their name as he did before, it would be completely foolish of him. Unless they were close friends, no one would dare to speak carelessly.

But if he were to address him as the True Saint, that would be too distant. There must be some friendship between them, and Ji Qingzhu's willingness to show up here has already made his attitude clear.

So Ji Xingquan thought about it and decided to call her a fairy, which would not be wrong.

It is both praise and admiration and blessing. After all, the sayings of immortals and gods are much higher than true saints.

Ji Qingzhu nodded and sat aside, accompanied by three beauties.

"That guy didn't go to the outer space. He accepted the ancient inheritance of the Great Zhou Dynasty and is now the new emperor." Lan Lingye said.

"I remember that the Great Zhou had a bastard prince who was extremely talented and had made many achievements in Feng Shui and divination." Ji Qingzhu recalled.

"That's Ji Xingluo. It is said that he went out of territory and never returned. Otherwise, that guy's throne would not be so stable." Lan Lingye knew a lot about these things.

Ji Qingzhu naturally had some doubts. Could it be that she had also been staying in Tianyuan?
"Don't look at me like that. I went out of the domain, but I came back very early. There was no other way. I got too many opportunities and couldn't digest them. I could only bring them back and absorb them slowly." Lan Lingye looked innocent.

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The other three looked at each other and felt like hitting each other. What should they do?
Even Ji Qingzhu couldn't help but clench her little fists in her sleeves. Although she had gained a lot, she still couldn't stand such mundane words.

"You'll easily get beaten if you talk like that." Ji Qingzhu said dimly.

"Then you will definitely protect me, right?" Who knew that Lan Lingye didn't play by the rules at all. She just reached out and hugged one of her arms, with a faint mist rising in her beautiful eyes.

This woman is so capable!
It was known more than three hundred years ago that she was not a saint. Although she looked holy and angelic on the outside, she actually had a lot of inner drama and particularly liked to tease other women.

Well, it turns out that I’m also a rookie.

"Then how are you going to repay me?"

"If you don't give up, I am willing to marry you."

The two of them were bickering back and forth, as if they were back to the way they were in the past. Even Bai Shu gradually let it go and would join in from time to time, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

"Hey, look, there are a group of bald guys coming over there." An Yuluo stretched out his hand and pointed at a group of monks who were slowly walking towards them.

“In the star regions I visited, there were some ascetic monks who seemed to have a similar aura to them. Those bald guys were very powerful and not easy to deal with,” said Lan Lingye.

“Those are Buddhists. They are very prosperous in the outer space. There are followers of them in many star regions, but there is no trace of them in the Tianyuan Realm.

But when I came back, I happened to see them in the wild land of southern Xinjiang, crossing the void and occupying the Wild Temple. The old monk leading them is probably a great saint. "Ji Qingzhu said slowly.

The Great Sage is a great monk who has broken through the holy realm five times. He has already stood at the apex of the universe and can easily suppress an ancient star field. He is extremely powerful.

When they reach that level, even with divine weapons, it is difficult to deal with them, because they are already close to gods!

Ji Qingzhu knew very well that the so-called gods were nothing more than taking one more step after breaking the limit five times.

Breaking the limit six times means being the supreme being; a god is a special level who has surpassed breaking the limit five times but failed to reach breaking the limit six times.

Much stronger than the Great Sage, but still far inferior to the Supreme.

The old monk was also among them. He seemed to notice Ji Qingzhu's gaze and turned back to look at her.

Wisps of Buddha's light quietly emerged in her heart, and vaguely the shadow of a giant Buddha could be seen, exuding a supreme aura that made people unable to help but bow down in worship.

"I was fooled at the first sight. I was noticed last time. But this method is a bit too much. Do you still want me to convert?"

Ji Qingzhu had a smile on her lips, and her eyes gradually became cold. All the Buddha's light was pulled into a tiny universe within her body, transforming into an almighty god or Buddha that stood tall and upright.

"I don't like looking up at people, so, bye."

A female fairy king who was circling billions of universes appeared. She pointed her finger lightly, and everything returned to nothingness.

"Crack."

The rosary in the old monk's hand suddenly broke and scattered all over the ground. Each rosary bead could be considered a holy weapon, but at this moment they were all dim, and their holy power and mental power were completely lost.

Looking back, I saw the girl in white, who looked like a fairy, not of this world.

(End of this chapter)