I Am Not the God of Drama

Sentimental

Jian Changsheng never thought that he would be driven out of his body by Bai Qi in this manner.

Jian Changsheng had vaguely sensed before that Bai Qi's attitude toward him wasn't that friendly... Ever since Jian Changsheng found out there was a Bai Qi in his body, he had been trying to establish a connection and communicate with him. But the other party seemed too lazy to even acknowledge him, never giving the slightest response.

Last time when Jian Changsheng was deeply stuck in the quagmire in the dreamscape, he had seen Bai Qi's soul hidden within his body from afar. He just stood there aloof and arrogant, looking down on him as if looking down on an ant, watching him desperately sink deep into the quagmire with absolutely no intention of lending a hand.

Jian Changsheng had also guessed the reason. He felt that it was normal for such an illustrious general in history to have an arrogant personality, and a total newbie like himself perhaps didn't even have the qualifications to speak to him...

But he absolutely never expected that from the very beginning, the other party only had eyes on his physical body. As for how the weak soul residing in this body struggled, what did it have to do with him?

"We can't let him complete the 'Soul Return'." Chen Ling looked at Bai Qi in midair, his expression incomparably gloomy.

"Once he truly resurrects... you'll thoroughly become a lonely ghost."

Chen Ling also didn't expect that the method of resurrection Gu Youzhi had just told him about would immediately appear before his eyes... No, perhaps Gu Youzhi deliberately gave him this pointer?

No wonder he explained it in such detail when he just casually asked. He had long divined that there would be a tribulation of Bai Qi's resurrection, and even divined that Jian Changsheng would fall into a predicament. He said it specifically for him to hear?

No wonder he even left his own disciple behind and hurriedly swam over from ancient times to find him...

"But... that guy is terrifyingly strong right now!" Jian Changsheng was somewhat hesitant.

"What, do you no longer want to live?"

"Of course I want to live... but..."

Jian Changsheng recalled the terrifying Killing Intent unique to Bai Qi that he sensed when he was in his body just now, that bone-chilling coldness and decisiveness... He struggled for a moment, but still added the second half of the sentence,

"But I'm afraid you'll be in danger."

Bai Qi had remained dormant for so long just for this moment of resurrection. He would definitely erase any enemy standing in his way at all costs. Furthermore, the Path of the Soldier inherently possessed a certain restraining ability against Calamities...

With Chen Ling's current strength, he might not be his match.

Under the Great Red Paper Umbrella,

Chen Ling glanced at him and spat out a single word expressionlessly,

"...Sentimental."

Jian Changsheng: ???

Before Jian Changsheng could recover his wits, the figure in the theatrical robe with black patterns on a red background stepped into the air, drawing a straight line across the firmament like a bolt of crimson lightning!

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...

"Is that... the Six of Spades?"

On the other side of the River Styx, seeing the figure being bombarded by lightning under the clouds in the distance, Chu Muyun frowned tightly.

With Chu Muyun's distant perspective right now, he couldn't clearly see that speck-like figure at all. However, there was no doubt that the Killing Intent ravaging the sky belonged to the Asura path, and currently in the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path, there should only be one Asura, which was Jian Changsheng.

"That's not Spades." Jiang Xiaohua immediately retorted. "That's a bad person."

"Indeed, the Six of Spades isn't that strong."

Chu Muyun nodded in agreement.

"Someone is trying to occupy his body and complete a 'Soul Return'," Suxi, who was being led by Jiang Xiaohua, suddenly spoke.

Suxi's expression was very solemn. Looking at the dark figure in the distance, he seemed to have forgotten that he was still Jiang Xiaohua's prisoner, and directly blurted out all the information regarding Soul Return and resurrection.

Suxi naturally didn't intend to help these two. Rather, he was certain that these two were Jian Changsheng's companions and wouldn't sit idly by while the Soul Return was completed... If he could drive a tiger to devour a wolf, that would be for the best.

As he expected, the very next words out of Jiang Xiaohua's mouth were,

"Spades is in danger!"

Without waiting for Chu Muyun to say anything, he led Suxi and sprinted swiftly toward Jian Changsheng's location!

Chu Muyun didn't hesitate either and followed closely behind.

...

"Master~"

"Master... your disciple is truly tired of shouting."

"If you don't come out now, I'm really going to turn around and go back, you know??"

Sun Bumian called out feebly in the River Styx. He seemed to have completely lost his patience, but his feet very honestly kept turning in circles in place.

Right at this moment, as if sensing something, he abruptly turned his head to look at the other end of the River Styx!

"This is..."

Sun Bumian's expression changed. He immediately pinched his fingers to begin calculating good and ill omens, and the more he calculated, the uglier his expression became.

Just when he was truly preparing to leave, an elderly figure finally hurried over from the lower reaches of the River Styx...

Sun Bumian's eyes instantly lit up!

"Master!!"

...

Rumbling thunder echoed continuously from the nothingness above.

But perhaps because Bai Qi perfectly exploited a loophole in the Ghost Path's order, ultimately not a single bolt of lightning fell. Only the rumbling thunder warned Bai Qi and expressed the Ghost Path's anger.

Bai Qi casually glanced at the nothingness above his head, and his figure turned into a streak of light, crashing down onto the other end of the River Styx.

"Your Spiritual Power should be almost depleted by now, right?" Bai Qi looked at the human-stick Da'an in his hand and spoke faintly.

Bai Qi had tortured Da'an all the way, forcing his Blood Raiment to remain active. With his precise grasp of this skill, it wasn't hard to guess Da'an's current state.

Da'an didn't respond to Bai Qi. His Spiritual Power was indeed at the bottom, but his facial features seemed as if they would never show any expression, as calm as an iceberg.

Bai Qi spoke again, "Let go of my Remnant Soul now, and I will leave you a path of survival."

Da'an still gave no response.

Looking at this Ghost Path special envoy who was Impervious to Persuasion, a hint of slight anger flashed across Bai Qi's eyes, but it was also mixed with a trace of imperceptible appreciation... He didn't say anything more, only silently accelerating the speed at which his Killing Intent nibbled away at Da'an's body.

In this dead silence where a bizarre equilibrium had formed...

A Bone-Stripping Knife flashing with cold light abruptly shot out!!

Bai Qi didn't turn around. He only tilted his head slightly, and the Bone-Stripping Knife dangerously brushed past his ear. But the next second, two rows of centipede legs actually drilled out from the handle of the Bone-Stripping Knife. It made a sharp turn in the air and stabbed trickily toward Bai Qi's face once again!

Clang——!!

This time, Bai Qi didn't dodge again. Instead, he directly flicked his Thunder-Throttling Finger against the blade of the Bone-Stripping Knife. Along with the sound of clashing metal, the Bone-Stripping Knife flew backward!

A palm caught the handle of the Bone-Stripping Knife steadily.

The theatrical robe with black patterns on a red background fluttered in the wind. Chen Ling, appearing at an unknown time like a ghost, coldly stared at Bai Qi in front of him.

The gazes of the two clashed in the glimmer of the River Styx.

"What? This time you're not shouting 'Calamity of Mockery, heaven and earth shall execute together'?" Chen Ling sneered.

Behind him, Jian Changsheng's soul also hurried over.

A certain instinct of the Path of the Soldier subconsciously surfaced in Bai Qi's pupils, but this time he forcefully suppressed it with reason... Just like that, he looked at the figure in the theatrical robe before him and slowly spoke,

"Chen Ling..."

"Let's talk."