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Chapter 200 The Most Treasured Thing

Yun Fuzhao didn't know what to say.

She stared at the boy kneeling there; he seemed to have been stripped of his soul, leaving only an empty shell.

Was that deer really killed?

If that's the case, then what is the divine deer of Linglu Mountain?

Yun Fuzhao had no idea.

She can only play the role of an observer now, watching everything that is happening from God's perspective.

The scene quickly changed again, this time drastically. Yun Fuzhao felt dizzy and lightheaded, but the discomfort disappeared, replaced by a strong smell of blood.

She opened her eyes and saw the man from before lying in a pool of blood, staring at her with a crazed look in his eyes.

Yun Fuzhao subconsciously raised his hand and found that he was holding a long sword, the blade of which was covered in blood.

This is not her hand; the fingers are long and slender, the palm is large, it is clearly a man's hand.

"Ji Zhi..."

The man stared intently at Yun Fuzhao, but called out the name of the boy from before.

A large hole was torn in his chest, half of his heart was ripped out, and it was still beating, with scarlet blood gushing out.

The scene was so bloody that Yun Fuzhao almost couldn't help but gag.

Yun Fuzhao saw himself walking towards him and then crouching down. "Is there anything else you want to say?"

It was Ji Zhi's voice.

The man chuckled, blood flowing from his seven orifices, making his face appear even more ferocious and sinister. He spoke with difficulty, "That's how it has to be, only then can he be worthy of being my son..."

Yun Fuzhao sensed Ji Zhi's turbulent emotions. He grabbed the man's collar, lifted him up abruptly, and said viciously, "Does a beast like you deserve to be my father?"

His voice was loud and clear, indicating that he was suppressing his anger.

Upon hearing this, the man burst into laughter, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace. He narrowed his eyes and said, word by word, "You despise me, but in the end, you will become me..."

"..."

After saying that, Ji Zhi could no longer control his anger. He grabbed the man's head and crushed it to pieces.

Brain matter and blood splattered all over his face in an instant.

Yun Fuzhao watched his head explode from a first-person perspective, the visual impact was off the charts, and even the sticky feeling on his face was incredibly realistic.

She is not clean anymore.

Yun Fuzhao screamed in her heart in a frenzy.

In contrast, Ji Zhi calmly raised his hand to wipe the sticky liquid off his face.

He glanced quietly at the corpse on the ground, then stepped over the man without hesitation and walked step by step up to the high seat in the main hall.

Ji Zhi slowly sat on the throne, his fingers gently stroking the gems on the armrests.

"How about it?"

He suddenly said this.

Yun Fuzhao's heart skipped a beat. He looked around, but there was no one there. Was he talking to himself?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, a powerful suction force pulled her out, leaving Yun Fuzhao no room to resist.

She had just stood still when the man's voice rang out again, "Are you scared?"

Yun Fuzhao was certain that he had just been talking to him.

She looked at the man, and strangely, his features seemed shrouded in a thin mist, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Yun Fuzhao understood that this was a test for her, and she said with extra caution, "I'm a little afraid."

Ji Zhi chuckled. "That's not even the bloodiest part. After I took his place, I killed even more people. Those who betrayed me, those who defied me—I would have my subordinates cut open their chests, tie them to pillars, and let crows peck at their hearts day and night until they were completely devoured..."

Yun Fuzhao: "..."

Okay, that's enough.

“Just like he said, I eventually became him,” Ji Zhi raised his eyebrows, looking extremely happy, “probably because we share the same bloodline.”

Yun Fuzhao remained silent, watching his performance quietly.

But Ji Zhi was clearly dissatisfied with her silence. With a wave of his hand, Yun Fuzhao suddenly appeared in front of him.

Ji Zhi looked up at her, "If it were you, what would you do?"

He took out the sword, which was now free of blood and its blade gleamed, reflecting Yun Fuzhao's face.

She saw that her face was pale and she looked nervous.

Yes, Yun Fuzhao is very nervous right now. She's not only nervous about whether she can pass his test, but also about her own life.

Not knowing whether this was his memory or some kind of illusion, Yun Fuzhao tragically discovered that he could not summon Jiaoyu.

Without this biggest trump card, it's uncertain whether she would have perished here.

Ji Zhi is clearly not someone who can be easily fooled, and his temperament is hard to discern. If she doesn't answer well, she might just kick the bucket.

However, this question seems easy to answer. Having witnessed so many memories, honestly, even Yun Fuzhao himself would resent this so-called father, and might even kill him.

So she decided to tell the truth: "I would kill him too. In fact, I think anyone would feel the same way."

Ji Zhi stared at her intently, showing no other emotion in response to her answer.

Yun Fuzhao felt uneasy under his gaze; this answer was clearly correct.

After a long pause, Ji Zhi nodded, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Your answer is not important to me. I don't care about your opinion, nor do I care about other people's opinions. Good or bad, I can kill if I want."

"Then why did you ask me?"

Ji was taken aback, his eyes turning dangerous.

His warning was clearly intended.

Yun Fuzhao is silent; he's really hard to please.

She decided not to beat around the bush any longer and said directly, "Senior, I have come today for the matter of the spirit deer. I have heard that if I pass the test, I can ask the spirit deer for a wish."

Ji Zhi nodded. "Hmm."

"So, did I pass the test?"

Ji Zhi let out a muffled chuckle and asked curiously, "Since just now, have you been doing anything?"

"..."

Does the emotional blow I suffered count?

Yun Fuzhao coughed, "Then please, senior, test me as you please."

Ji Zhi stared at her, then slowly said, "Your name is Yun Fuzhao, right?"

Yun Fuzhao was startled and instinctively tried to back away, but she encountered an invisible wall behind her, leaving her with no way to avoid it.

The gaze piercing through the thin mist easily saw through her disguise and struck her soul.

Does this man know her?

Yun Fuzhao got goosebumps all over. Who exactly was he?

“When I test people who come to Linglu Mountain, I usually ask them to exchange something of equal value.” Ji Zhi’s gaze swept over her. “What do you cherish most?”

Yun Fuzhao's eyes darted around. "What I cherish most is the Xuantian Sect. My greatest wish in this life is to enter the Xuantian Sect. It is simply my dream sect."

"...Do you think I'm stupid?"

"I wouldn't dare, I'm just telling the truth."

Ji Zhi chuckled cryptically, “As far as I know, what you cherish most is that dragon clan.”