Quick Wear: Inferiority is the best dowry for men

"From what I know, he was going crazy with killing because he had just passed the tribulation and his cultivation was unstable. He was in a place like the Demon Realm where the spiritual energy was filthy. He almost went crazy and his life sword was shattered in the Demon Realm. Of course, this is just hearsay and may not be accurate, but it is true that he almost went crazy."

"I don't know what method Xu Heng, the leader of Tianwen Sect, used to get him back from the demon world. After that, he became extremely low-key and his personality changed drastically. The younger generation only knows that Tianwen Sect is strong, but they don't know that Tianwen Sect is strong because of Ji Ling."

Su Yanran picked up the pen and continued to write the names of the birthday gifts. "Come to think of it, this is the first time Ji Ling has appeared in public since that incident."

He Sheng fell into deep thought, "My natal sword is broken...will my cultivation level also regress?"

"Of course, otherwise why would a sword cultivator treasure his sword so much? After it breaks, at least a large part of it will fall off. However, Ji Ling doesn't seem to be affected. Maybe his natal sword is not broken at all."

Outsiders like Su Yanran didn't know, but He Sheng knew. She had never seen his natal sword. Ji Ling's waist was very clean, with only a jade pendant, without any trace of a sword. She just thought that Ji Ling's major was not sword. Now thinking about it, it is very likely that he has no sword...

What about his cultivation? Did he fall to the Nascent Soul level after the fusion? What about the Soul Chaser? How can he use it if his cultivation is not enough?

It was so strange that He Sheng couldn’t figure it out.

And Ji Wu, is that his...inner demon?

He Sheng lowered her eyes and continued to organize the birthday gifts. She didn't know that she knew very little about him. Even though they were at Tianyi Peak, he mostly stayed in his cave, and it was always Lin Fengnian who guided her in her cultivation.

Ji Ling, you didn't kill Ling Yun because you are already at the end of your strength and can't take care of yourself?

"Okay, okay, I'm done. Let's go out and take a look." Su Yanran finished writing the last stroke and threw away the notebook impatiently, pulling He Sheng out. "That broken warehouse smells bad. I don't want to stay there for even half a minute."

There was a seat reserved for Su Yanran in the front hall. As the eldest son, he sat first on the left hand side of the Demon King. He Sheng's seat was also arranged here.

As luck would have it, the person opposite them was Ji Ling.

Su Yanran whispered to He Sheng, "Your master, why don't you go and say hello?"

He Sheng looked up and met Ji Ling's gaze, nodding slightly as a greeting. There was still a little conflict between them that had not been resolved, and she wanted to ask about it later.

Ji Ling was surprised that Yu He Sheng would still pay attention to him. A slight curve appeared on the corner of his mouth and he nodded in response.

She was with the young master of the demon clan. Ji Ling guessed that she might have met him by chance on the way. He felt a little uncomfortable seeing the two of them whispering in each other's ears, but he didn't seem to have any reason to feel uncomfortable. She also said that she didn't want him to be responsible.

But he still couldn't help being jealous... yes, jealous of him talking and laughing with her.

Su Yanran accidentally looked up and their eyes met Ji Ling's. Ji Ling pretended to be calm and looked away, but as a fox spirit living in the demon world, there was nothing that Su Yanran didn't understand.

He raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and asked He Sheng, "Did you attack your master?"

"It's offered to me voluntarily, so there's no reason for me to refuse it."

"You actually offered it to me on your own initiative?!" Ji Ling's tall image in his mind suddenly collapsed. He couldn't help but question, "Are you so charming?"

He Sheng lowered his head to eat, holding his cheeks, and waited until he finished eating before refutation.

Looking at her eating the food obediently, Su Yanran felt that she seemed to be quite pretty, and he couldn't help but stare at her in fascination.

"As the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, it should be strange that I am not very attractive." He Sheng stepped on Su Yanran's foot, "Don't look down on me."

Su Yanran withdrew his foot in pain. He took back what he had just said. This woman was not cute at all.

As for Ji Ling, he was absent-minded the whole time. Every time he looked up, he would see the scenes that made him depressed. He even began to reflect on whether his decision to find her to attend the birthday party was a wrong one. He did find her, but she was doing very well, so there was no need for him to worry about her.

The meal tasted like chewing wax and after moving my chopsticks a few times I couldn't eat any more.

Everyone else at the birthday party was talking and laughing, but he was the only one with a grim look on his face. He realized something was wrong and left early on the pretext of feeling unwell.

When He Sheng saw him leave first, he immediately put down his chopsticks and followed him.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you so anxious? There's still a lot to eat." Su Yanran called her.

He Sheng said vaguely, "Then pack it up and take it back."

When Su Yanran saw that Ji Ling had disappeared from the opposite side, what else was there for him to not understand? He was shocked. The two of them were so affectionate that he seemed redundant.

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Ji Ling walked into the back garden and He Sheng followed him in. Although Ji Ling was a little surprised, he quickly accepted it. There was a trace of joy in his heart that he could ignore. She paid so much attention to his movements, and she really cared about him.

Ji Ling looked at her tenderly as he walked to his side. He noticed the rice grains at the corners of her mouth and raised his hand to help her remove them. "What's wrong?"

He Sheng wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and cleared his throat. "We parted on bad terms before, I apologize for my bad tone. I have something I want to verify with you now, if you are willing to tell me, then tell me, if you are not willing, forget it."

When Ji Ling heard her say this, he suddenly felt that she might have found out something. He frowned slightly. Well, if she knew, then she would know. "Go ahead."

"Where is your natal sword?" She asked him the thing he cared about most.

“…It’s broken.”

"Because you caused chaos in the demon world by yourself?"

Ji Ling seemed to feel embarrassed, his cheeks slightly red, and he nodded slightly, "Yeah."

He Sheng found it strange, because the last time he saw her like this was the night in the back mountain of Tianyi Peak, but that night was Ji Wu, not his.

She then asked, "What about your cultivation? How low has it fallen?"

Ji Ling's image in her mind has always been mysterious. Her cultivation is not enough to detect his cultivation, nor can she feel the fluctuations of spiritual power around him, but she has never doubted his cultivation.

She tentatively released her spiritual sense to probe him. He Sheng felt a little resistance when he entered, but the resistance disappeared after he realized it was her.

After a full body examination, the results were both unexpected and reasonable.

"Golden Core, late Golden Core, Yuanying are all gone?"

Ji Ling turned his head to avoid her gaze, "I am not worthy of being a teacher."

"answer my question."

“…Yeah, it fell down.”

He Sheng turned his head and forced him to look at her, "Why? Is your cultivation level declining instead of improving?"

"……Um."

"Because of the inner demon? Are you already possessed by the demon, or are you about to become possessed by the demon?"

"Yes, he hasn't gone crazy yet... but he will soon." This is also the reason why Ji Ling allowed his cultivation to drop. If he really went crazy, the lower his cultivation, the easier it would be to deal with him. By then...

He lowered his eyes to look at the sword at He Sheng's waist. It would be nice to die at her hands.