Supreme Emptiness-Chapter 342 Spiritual Artifact of the Black Mirror

Sword Forest.

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Xu Yining paused and looked into the distance. The mist in her eyes condensed into sparkling droplets.

They slid silently down her cheeks.

In fact, what she wanted to ask was not where No.1 Shadow Guard had gone.

It was, when would she see him again?

But she ultimately didn't ask.

Because there was still a vague shadow in her heart, flickering in and out.

Ling Jinghu watched the scene, vaguely understanding her state of mind.

He stepped forward and whispered: "Weak water three thousand, just take a spoonful."

"What should be let go, let it go."

"The road of life is long. Travel lightly to go far."

Xu Yining wiped away her tears.

There was a hint of bitterness on her face: "Thank you, Elder Ling, for your wise words."

"I will use my heart to understand."

Ling Jinghu shook his head slightly.

From her expression, he knew she wouldn't be able to let it go for a while.

At this moment.

A familiar elder approached: "Elder Ling, we must part now."

"The next time we meet, it will probably be on the Beast Tide battlefield."

Ling Jinghu cupped his hands in response.

The elders present also bid farewell to familiar elders.

Feng Guchan was among them.

Seeing that everyone had finished saying goodbye and was about to leave.

He suddenly cupped his hands sternly and said:

"Everyone, I have an unreasonable request."

"If you encounter our sect's disciple, Jiang Fan,"

"please tell him to return to the Green Cloud Sect immediately."

Jiang Fan?

Xu Yining's eyes brightened slightly.

Since venturing out, this was the first time she'd heard news about Jiang Fan.

Unable to contain her concern, she stepped forward and asked: "What happened to Junior Brother Jiang?"

Ling Jinghu also had a strange expression.

Jiang Fan… wasn't he just in front of you?

Why didn't you mention it sooner?

Now he's nowhere to be found.

She was also curious why the Green Cloud Sect suddenly summoned Jiang Fan back so urgently, and asked:

"Elder Feng, why is the Green Cloud Sect calling him back so urgently?"

Feng Guchan could ignore Xu Yining, but he couldn't ignore Ling Jinghu.

With a slight hesitation and a somewhat vindictive tone, he said:

"This disciple has committed some grave wrongdoing in the Supreme Sect."

"So much so that the Supreme Sect Master personally wrote a letter of complaint to the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion."

"The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion sent someone to our sect to investigate."

"Therefore, the sect is urgently summoning this disciple back for questioning."

What?

Xu Yining was a bit stunned.

The dignified Supreme Sect Master personally wrote a complaint letter?

Generally speaking, a sect leader wouldn't normally concern themselves with the affairs of juniors.

Even if a junior offended someone, it would be dealt with by the disciples, and if they couldn't handle it, the elders would step in.

How could it be that a sect master would lower themselves to personally deal with a junior?

She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

Had Jiang Fan committed an unforgivable offense in the Supreme Sect?

Ling Jinghu was dumbfounded: "The Supreme Sect Master wrote a complaint letter?"

She looked around.

Then she saw the Supreme Sect's team.

The team was supposed to be led by Great Elder Shangguan Sheng, but the front line urgently needed medical supplies, so he couldn't leave.

Therefore, the Second Elder Li Congyun came, along with several elite Foundation Establishment disciples of the Eighth Layer.

"Elder Li, what exactly did Jiang Fan do wrong in the Supreme Sect?" Ling Jinghu asked.

Everyone else was also curious.

The Supreme Sect Master was known for being gentle.

What could have angered him so much that he lodged a complaint with the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion?

Li Congyun's old face turned red. He coughed dryly and said: "I don't know."

"No comment."

Ling Jinghu was taken aback. How could something in the Supreme Sect be hidden from the Second Elder?

She looked at the five Supreme Sect disciples.

The expressions of those disciples were unnatural as they turned their faces away.

They had watched as the Supreme Sect's top experts, Wang Yunge, Li Shiqian, and even Hua Xiangchen.

Were all single-handedly defeated by Jiang Fan.

Such a disgraceful matter, how could they possibly mention it?

At Li Congyun's call, they hurriedly left the scene.

Leaving everyone confused.

Ling Jinghu couldn't help but feel worried: "What on earth did this guy do?"

"Why does everyone from the Supreme Sect seem terrified?"

Speaking of Jiang Fan.

He moved like a shadow.

Shuttling through the endless Sword Forest.

Seeing that the edge of the Sword Forest was not far away.

Unexpectedly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a black shadow flashing past to the right.

"Who is it?"

Jiang Fan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His sharp eyes looked around.

But there was nothing there, only rows of broken swords standing alone.

There was nothing there.

"Did I see it wrong?" Jiang Fan shook his head in doubt and continued on his way.

A few flashes later, he disappeared without a trace.

After an unknown amount of time.

An ancient sword suddenly fell.

The ground bulged, and a pitch-black mirror emerged from the earth.

"How am I so unlucky, almost running into that kid again!"

It was none other than the Evil Spirit that had narrowly escaped.

It was thankful Lu Shiyi, the fool, had inadvertently given it a chance to escape.

All the way, it cautiously made its way out of the Sword Forest.

Taking advantage of the Myriad Swords Sect's strong members being attracted by the Sky-Devouring Tiger, it had a high probability of slipping out of the Myriad Swords Sect.

As long as it could leave safely.

Then, like a fish returning to the sea, or a bird to the sky.

No one could stop it anymore.

Thinking of the outside world, with countless low-tier martial artists, it couldn't help but drool.

As long as it didn't encounter extremely powerful martial artists, the usual martial artists were like meat on the cutting board.

At its mercy!

But just now, Jiang Fan almost scared its soul away as he passed by.

"Of all the people, why did I encounter this demon!"

"Luckily, I reacted quickly and fooled him."

The Black Mirror muttered to itself.

It looked around.

Sticking to the ground, it continued to make its way out of the Sword Forest.

Seeing that the exit of the Sword Forest was nearby, it was full of enthusiasm: "Almost there!"

"I'll be out soon."

But.

After some exploring.

It was stunned.

Looking at the mounded soil in front of it, it couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"This... isn't this where I was hiding just now?"

Turning its head, it was horrified to discover.

At some point, a layer of faint mist had appeared, trapping it in this place.

This discovery sent a chill down its spine.

It had a bad premonition.

In the next moment.

Without any warning, a playful voice sounded in its ears.

"Are you lost, do you need help?"

Hiss!

The Black Mirror trembled violently, extremely shocked.

Turning around.

The Jiang Fan it thought it had fooled.

Had somehow returned, standing with his hands behind his back.

His legs were surrounded by thunder light, ready to strike!

The Black Mirror gasped in fear and shouted: "You... didn't you leave?"

Jiang Fan's eyes were cold: "If I hadn't faked it, how could I have tricked you into showing yourself?"

It turned out.

When he sensed the black shadow, he guessed it might be the escaped Evil Spirit.

He had fought the Evil Spirit to the brink of death, forming a deep blood feud.

If it escaped.

It would surely become a future threat.

But, if it hid underground, he might not be able to root it out.

So he pretended to leave.

Then made a quick return.

Using the Mirage Demon Pill to trap it here, giving it no chance to escape again.

The Black Mirror went mad, realizing it had been fooled massively.

It couldn't win a fight, and it couldn't escape.

Where did this freak come from!

So difficult!

"Boy, can't you just let me go?" the Black Mirror said in a deep voice.

Jiang Fan's expression was icy: "Sure."

"I'll let you report to King Yan!"

Before the words were fully out of his mouth, he had already raced forward, giving the Black Mirror no chance to play tricks.

"Wait!"

"Don't you want this spiritual artifact?"