Zhang Xukun, Zhang Lindao, and even some people he didn't know about at the moment were taking advantage of the demon gods to take advantage of the situation and seek maximum benefits.
Zhao Wujiang stood at the door of the dormitory, with his hands in his sleeves and did not open the door immediately.
Whether others are scheming against him or sincerely helping him, he doesn't care that much now.
Calculating? As long as he didn't hurt his relatives, friends and loved ones, it didn't matter to him if he plotted against Zhao Wujiang himself.
Because his fate has been decided, no matter how he calculates, he will still die in the ancient times.
In the end, they all lead to a dead end, so he has to suffer more and experience more of life. For him, that's all.
He can only remember those who have helped him, and if he can give back one day, he will definitely give back. If time does not allow, he will definitely explain and arrange it properly.
And just as he believed in his heart that night at the East Palace dinner, he firmly believed that the person who ultimately controls the overall situation will definitely be himself.
Although he calmly accepted that he would die in the ancient times, he still didn't want to die after all. He had to find a way to survive, right?
Zhao Wujiang rubbed his face that was stiff due to the cold rain and wind in late autumn, put a smile on his face, and opened the door.
When they came to the back room, Jing'er was still practicing. In just a few days, she was about to break through to the realm of the venerable.
If nothing unexpected happens, Jing'er should be able to break through to the Venerable this night.
There was only a small, dim oil lamp in the back room. Zhao Wujiang kept waving his fingers in the dim candlelight, outlining the talismans.
The talismans kept flying and stuck to the walls or ceiling.
Jing'er's breakthrough would cause quite a stir, so he drew some talismans in advance for protection.
Half an hour.
An hour.
Two hours.
Zhao Wujiang has been sitting quietly next to Jing'er, protecting her.
Finally, towards the end of the day, Jing'er's whole body aura surged, her cultivation level rolled, sweeping across the entire back room.
Zhao Wujiang watched Jing'er's cultivation level rising steadily with a gentle smile on his face.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
...
Twenty-three breaths.
In just twenty-three breaths, Jing'er has climbed from the peak of the Transformation God Realm to the Venerable Realm.
It came faster than the thirty-three breaths Zhao Wujiang took back then.
What kind of progression speed is this?
Zhao Wujiang was shocked, but also smiled sincerely.
Is this his wife?
Awesome, awesome.
Xuanyuan Jing slowly opened his long autumn eyes, glanced at Zhao Wujiang, and the corners of his mouth curled up in excitement:
"How about it? Your cultivation is progressing quite quickly, right?"
"Excellent talent." Zhao Wujiang nodded, praised with a smile, and walked towards Jing'er:
"But you're so much faster than me, so I have reason to suspect you of cheating.
Let the husband check to see if you have any cheating tools. "
After saying that, Zhao Wujiang wanted to do something, but Jing'er put a hand on his face and pushed him back. Jing'er hummed:
"Shameless."
"If you don't let me check, you are guilty of committing a crime." Zhao Wujiang shamelessly leaned forward and hugged Jing'er when Jing'er screamed.
Jing'er didn't struggle anymore, but hugged him back. She said words of disgust, but hugged him tighter and tighter.
Happiness and tranquility came so quickly, Zhao Wujiang was like a little wolf dog, trying his best to get into Jing'er's arms, rubbing his head here and there.
Jing'er kept smiling coquettishly, and then pushed Zhao Wujiang away with a face that could not be kept calm. The pretty face with picturesque features was full of anger, as if telling Zhao Wujiang that she was angry.
"I am already a venerable person, please respect yourself!"
Zhao Wujiang was stunned for a moment and said with a bad smile:
"Can I help myself? OK, OK, let me see what the Lord is doing."
He started to move his hands and feet again, Jing'er resisted, and the two of them struggled.
Not long after, the two of them were wrestling on the bed, and Zhao Wujiang said he wanted to show Jing'er something good.
