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Jiang Kehan then looked at Mason, her expression showing a hint of worry, but more so a determination. She said, "I have a reason to go."
"I see." Mason didn't continue to offer advice, but instead looked regretfully at the sky.
"Go to the west. There's an entrance to the Abyss there that was accidentally opened by Keva Miller with a casual strike. It seems to have been created when she killed a level 9 fantasy species."
"Although it was abandoned for a while, it was recently cleared by a witch."
"According to you, she is the second great witch to be born, right?"
Jiang Kehan was taken aback upon hearing this and asked in surprise.
Do you know her name?
Mason thought for a moment, then picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and gave a curt reply.
"Tanya Flores, Tanya, the Sorrow of the Eternal Night".
Tanya?
Jiang Kehan remembered the name. Keva Miller said someone was waiting for her, and it might be this great witch.
However... she is also a witch whose name has never been heard of in the future, and as the second great witch to be born, there is no news of her at all.
It was as if someone had deliberately erased it.
After expressing her gratitude to Mason, Jiang Kehan received a rough map from him and began her journey to the entrance of the Underworld, a place known as the Tranquil Wind Abyss.
After she left, Mason's expression immediately turned cold, but not towards Jiang Kehan, but towards the unexpected "unwelcome guest."
She stared coldly at the enigmatic witch who was slowly approaching from afar, and let out a mocking laugh.
"Why aren't you looking for your prey? What are you doing here, night-blooming jasmine?"
Dressed in a purple robe and wearing a hood, looking like she was on a pilgrimage, Ye Lai Xiang didn't say much, but instead raised the train ticket in her hand.
Then, she raised her narrow eyes and looked at Mason before speaking.
"You wouldn't refuse a passenger a ride, would you?"
"Where are you going?" Mason crossed his arms and frowned. With Night Fragrance's strength, what place couldn't Fran reach quickly?
"Let's go outside," Night Fragrance replied somewhat coldly, "to meet a friend I haven't seen in a long time."
Almost instantly, Mason guessed which witch the other party wanted to see, after all, there weren't many witches who could become friends with Night Fragrance and hadn't returned yet.
"Why are you going to see her? You don't have any connection with the Temple, do you?" Mason asked, puzzled.
In Fran, besides the four kings, the temple was composed of spiritual followers of the saints of the old era.
They were like indifferent knights, never interfering in the internal affairs of France, but silently planting their blades in the ground before them, guarding the frontier.
"Go and save our saintess."
A faint, dark thorn pattern appeared on the night-blooming jasmine's profile, accompanied by a ghostly smile, as she chuckled.
“I think my friend, the head of the temple, Priestess Jennifer Hayes, will not refuse me.”
Just as she wouldn't refuse Fran.
Night Fragrance didn't hide anything. Instead, she looked down at the pensive Mason, then glanced in the direction Jiang Kehan had left, and at the black cat on her shoulder, and chuckled.
If the losers of the French Civil War had anything they needed to do, it was the torchbearers.
They were all convinced of this and even willing to sacrifice themselves to change history.
That must be it, right?
Go to save, go to redeem, go to forge a miracle with the flames of the defeated's resentment, and bring out from the dead the saint of this era, no, the goddess—Keva Miller!
This is the deepest resentment and silent question from all losers!
"Witch of Ease O] Qi Ba Si 7 Si Wu Liu * Qun Wang, why did you kill Keva Miller, who ended the Farron Civil War!"
"Why, why, why?!?"
"If only we were the ones who died, wouldn't that have been better?"
Why...have to be so heartless!
Tears as black as ink streamed down Night-Blooming Jasmine's cheeks. She awoke from her reverie, expressionless, and stepped onto the arriving train, carrying with her the demons that had crawled out of history, heading towards that future that was beginning to become hazy.
In the distance, a sigh seemed to emanate.
Chapter 363 If war were to break out, would your anger be ready?
The road to Ningxi Wind Abyss was long and fraught with difficulties, but it went surprisingly smoothly.
Jiang Kehan looked back at the second city she had visited, her eyes lowered, her clenched hands loosened again, and a certain emotion in her heart, as if filled with honey, ignited an even more intense anger, burning silently and making her throat feel a little sore.
It was not like going to Riemann, which involved traversing countless distances and the home built by those fearless madmen who took responsibility for themselves, as accumulated in Fran.
This time, Jiang Kehan personally measured it with her own two legs, witnessed it with her own eyes, and touched it with her own hands. This place, which couldn't completely shield her from the wind and rain, but was enough to allow the witch to close her eyes in peace, was called home.
And behind it lies the arduous effort of those who, despite the trials of time, persevered to continue this legacy.
The vigilance one feels in the wilderness, and the dagger always hidden behind one's back, all find rest here. There is no wine or milk, no cheers or banquets, and even the other witches inside are indifferent, showing no concern for Jiang Kehan, this weary traveler.
But isn't this already precious enough?
For the witch, why would she linger on this land if it weren't for others?
Although they may not be called overlords, with their own strength, what place can't they go, and what can't they get?
This is a witch who could easily escape from a level 9 dragon!
"So... why should we sweep all of this into the ashes, just to expose your mocking and ugly face?"
Jiang Kehan looked up at the distant starry sky, raised her middle finger, and the anger in her eyes turned dark and calm, as if she were determined to fight to the death.
“We have been restrained enough, overly cautious enough, never craving anything, never harming anyone, just hoping to have a place to stay.”
"Why should you bring destruction upon us for the sake of your so-called interests, you tyrant, Xuyu!"
Witches are not extreme. Although they have ideals and are sometimes too stubborn, their respect and kindness have never disappeared.
They are entitled to coexist peacefully with other creatures, but those greedy people are not satisfied. Saliva is dripping from their teeth as they covet this kindness.
The tyrant's brief existence is just the beginning. Buried in the shadow of the "Supreme," how many civilizations and gods will be unable to restrain themselves and devour the witch?
There is no hatred without a cause, nor is there an inevitable mortal enemy; there is only the venting of unbearable frustration.
The reason why witches forcibly enslave and transform all their opponents was foreshadowed by someone who didn't want to take responsibility.
Therefore, war is inevitable.
Since there are so many greedy people in the world, why not turn them all into witches and then experience the mistakes they have made?
Witches don't need anyone to atone for their sins; they simply trample on these greedy people, watch their struggling expressions, and pronounce judgment, just as they have done before.
Jiang Kehan killed many alien races along the way and watched many creatures escape from her fingertips, just like a true ronin.
Having left the village and the city's protection, this land continues to teach Jiang Kehan, bringing her enlightenment and heartache.
The good will survive, the innocent will continue to live, but the sinners will have nowhere to escape!
Feeling this rage, Jiang Kehan strides forward on her own great cause, her magic surging!
Her strength was increasing every moment, but surprisingly, she did not rejoice at it. Instead, she lowered her brows, held the Ferocious Sword, and let the turbid blood drip from it as she silently moved forward.
She had lost track of time; Jiang Kehan didn't know how long she had walked, nor did she really care.
All she knew was that the anger in her heart had solidified into a storied mass, unwavering, and she felt no remorse.
In particular, every time I passed through a village or a city and saw the witches' peaceful smiles, my heart ached even more.
Jiang Kehan's path is slowly unfolding, and the title of sage is spreading with her travels.
All the enemies Jiang Kehan hunted on this journey were refined into suitable materials and turned into precious potions, which she then gave away free of charge to any witch who needed them.
It's not that Jiang Kehan is overly kind-hearted, nor is she deliberately trying to be a saint; she's simply seeking "revenge."
War is imminent, and isn't wealth flowing towards her? Those hideous enemies, like a tidal wave, will only increase in number!
There were so many that they became somewhat annoying.
Why bother cherishing these meager gains at this time? Why not be more decisive and reckless, and add fuel to the fire of war!
Even the smallest act of kindness shown to other witches at this moment will eventually transform into a dagger aimed at the enemy, brutally shattering their desires along with their lives!
So much so that by the time Jiang Kehan came to her senses, she seemed to have, probably had, become a legend of the wilderness in Fran, which even she couldn't keep up with.
However, she didn't take it to heart, but instead gave a wry smile and asked the heroic spirit cat.
"Heroic Spirit Cat, are there any level 7 dragons nearby? I want to kill a few more."
Within the Silver Sea, the three cat balls exchanged a glance, their mouths twitching.
Seeing more and more beautiful things about to be trampled on, Jiang Kehan went crazy. Silently, she used the power given to her by Eva to take a copy of the data on all the level 6 and 7 creatures she encountered along the way.
Begin this hunting adventure.
Originally, even killing on his own was a bit of a struggle for a level 6 peak fighter, but somehow, under Jiang Kehan's increasingly skilled slaughter, he was reduced to bones and became her nourishment.
Furthermore, with the support provided by Fran for the hunters, Jiang Kehan was already able to glimpse level 7 creatures that had not yet been born into the [Cover] and small worlds, although the initial hunts were not exactly beautiful.
Whether it's poisoning, explosions, or even provoking the level 6 dragons the other party is herding to rebel, Jiang Kehan uses almost everything to make the three catballs tremble with fear.
Under the watchful gaze of the Heroic Spirit Cat, Jiang Kehan's magic power has naturally increased from 7500 to nearly 9000, and her life level is about to reach the peak of level 5, and she is about to step into the early stage of level 6.
Meanwhile, Ye Yu became increasingly proficient in the two spells he taught, and was almost completely mastered.
Is it true?
The price was that Jiang Kehan faced death several times and fainted. These fainting spells were the only times she had rested since she embarked on her journey.
Is it too dangerous at night?
Then study and delve into it!
Have you grasped the basics of magic? Alchemy can still be improved; it's rare to have so many materials to practice with.
As for daytime?
Look, isn't that annoying enemy still yelling? How can we study in peace if we don't kill it?
But the responses to Jiang Kehan were not from the heroic spirit cat who had already begun to think about how to force her to rest, the origin cat with a worried look in its eyes, or the increasingly silent and distressed Ode cat.
Because Ning Xifengyuan had already arrived before her eyes.