1348 Decision
In fact, Ji Yansong did not know about the Sect Masterâs appearance through Bai Zhou.
When Bai Zhou found Jian Ai, he specially reminded him that the time was not ripe yet. She did not want to disturb othersâ lives, so Bai Zhou had always kept Jian Aiâs news as the Sect Master a secret.
However, nothing in this world could escape Ji Yansongâs divination. He had long calculated Jian Aiâs appearance through said divination.
When Old Master Jiâs fate reached its end, Ji Yansong had divined in advance and extended Old Master Jiâs life at the last moment by sacrificing his lifeline.
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Although he later learned through Bai Zhou that the Sect Master was a little girl, Ji Yansong could not hide his surprise now that he had seen it with his own eyes.
Other than Jian Aiâs age, there was also the forbidden power of the ancient sect that her body had inheritedâthe power of blood!
This abnormally evil ability had long been lost for a thousand years, and now, it was reappearing in the Sect Master. The abnormally bloody scene that night was still vivid in his mind, showing how ruthless this power of blood was.
If he did not guide and train her well, and if the power of blood swallowed the Sect Masterâs mind in the future, it would probably cause a disaster.
Ji Yansong sighed deeply and thought to himself, âWoe and fortune depend on each other. Everything is predestined!â
Jian Ai slept again. When she woke up, it was already night. She ate some liquid food and felt that her body had some strength. She could barely prop herself up and lean against the bed frame.
âUncle Ji, why is my body so weak?â Jian Ai looked at Ji Yansong and asked.
Back then, she had used the power of blood once. Although she fainted later, she did not remain unconscious for so long. After waking up, she only rested for a moment before recovering.
Why did she feel different this time? It was as if someone had sucked her strength out.
Because Ji Yansong was older than her mother, Jian Ai asked for his opinion and called him Uncle Ji.
When Ji Yansong heard this, he explained, âThe power of blood is abnormally powerful. I think you used a high-level mental cultivation technique with the power of blood that night, so the energy consumption was even greater.â
Jian Ai nodded in understanding and muttered, âI see.â
Jian Ai looked up at Ji Yansong and said, âWhen can I recover? I want to go back as soon as possible!â
She had left China for too long this time, and it had long exceeded the time she had told her mother. Moreover, the final examination was coming soon, and she did not want to miss it.
Unexpectedly, when Ji Yansong heard Jian Aiâs words, his expression turned a little solemn. He said nothing for a moment, but it made it seem that he had something to say.
âUncle JiâŠâ Seeing this, Jian Ai couldnât help but frown. âThereâs no harm in saying it!â
Ji Yansong sighed softly and looked at Jian Ai seriously. âSect Master, you have inherited the forbidden power of the ancient sect, and this power of blood is abnormally evil. If you donât have the correct guidance, you might go berserk if you cultivate blindly.â
Without waiting for Jian Ai to speak, Ji Yansong continued, âThis power originally did not belong to our ancient sect. With your body, although it looks like you have successfully advanced and awakened the power of blood, the difficulty of cultivating the power of blood is far from over. If you are not careful, not only will you fall into eternal damnation, but it will also implicate the people around you.â
âAfter all, the power of blood is abnormally fierce. You were unconscious when you used it twice. It can be seen that this power of blood is extraordinary.â
When Jian Ai heard Ji Yansongâs words, her heart could not help but rise because she knew that the High Priestâs words were not sensational.
Moreover, she did not like this uncontrollable state and was afraid that one day, she would hurt the people around her.
However, she had never grasped the power of blood and could not control her ability freely like the other twelve guards. To her, the power of blood was more like the one that controlled her.
HoweverâŠ
âWhat should we do?â Jian Ai didnât know what to do. She had once thought of living peacefully with the power of blood. As long as it didnât appear, she wasnât in a hurry to wake it up.
However, this was not a long-term solution.
Ji Yansong immediately looked at Jian Ai and said seriously, âI hope the Sect Master can stay with me here. Iâll do my best to help the Sect Master cultivate the power of blood.â
âStay here?â Jian Ai was shocked.
Ji Yansong nodded. âThis is the only way, and the Sect Master has to agree.â
Although it was a negotiating tone, Ji Yansong had obviously given a death order. No one among the twelve guards dared to order Jian Ai. This was the first time someone had ordered her in a forceful tone.
However, Jian Ai knew that since the High Priest said so, it meant that this was the only way.
Other than him, no one could help her cultivate the power of blood.
âHow long will it take?â Jian Ai asked subconsciously.
Ji Yansong shook his head. âI canât say for sure. It might be a year and a half, three to five years, or even longer.â
When Jian Ai heard this, she couldnât help but weigh the pros and cons in her heart. The company had just stabilized, her motherâs liver cancer had just recovered, and the people from the ancient sect had just reunitedâŠ
At this moment, she should not be absent, let alone leave the people around her at such a moment.
There was also Ji Haoyu. She initially planned to show her feelings to him after this matter ended⊠If she left like this, would he still be willing to wait for her to come back?
Various emotions surged in her heart, making Jian Ai conflicted.
However, in the end, Jian Ai nodded.
Compared to everything she was worried about, the most unstable factor was still the power of blood. Jian Ai was afraid that she would lose control again. She had to learn to control her ability as soon as possible.
However, after agreeing, Jian Ai said to Ji Yansong, âUncle Ji, I promise Iâll stay here, but not now.â
After a pause, Jian Ai continued, âItâs almost the new year in China. I want to go back first and arrange everything. Iâll see the people I need to see. Iâll say what I need to say and do what I need to do. Only then can I leave in peace. Be it a year and a half, or three to five years, Iâll stay here and focus on cultivation.â
When Ji Yansong heard this, he did not object and nodded gently. âThatâs good too.â
Seeing that Ji Yansong had agreed, Jian Ai couldnât help but smile. Although she couldnât bear to put down everything and leave China, as Ji Yansong had said, this was her path. She could only do this.
After talking about herself, Jian Ai couldnât help but look at Ji Yansong with a probing expression. After a long time, she couldnât help but ask, âUncle Ji, youâre from the Ji family, right?â
When Ji Yansong heard Jian Ai mention the Ji family, he was slightly stunned. Then, he looked up at Jian Ai and nodded gently. âSect Master seems to have some relationship with the Ji family.â
Jian Ai chuckled and nodded.
When Old Master Ji got into trouble, she was in the Ji family. The High Priest must have known.
âThen youâre Grandpa JiâsâŠâ Jian Ai carefully probed.
Ji Yansong answered, âJi Minghui is my father!â
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