Seeing the anxious and pleading tone revealed in Lin Beichen's words, Tianjizi's back turned slightly stiff, and the corners of his mouth turned upward.
Seeing Tianjizi's movements stiffen, Lin Beichen felt happy and quickly continued:
"Senior Tianjizi, you can't let a genius fall. This will be a huge loss to you."
"Isn't it that you set up these levels in the mausoleum so that one day someone can inherit your mantle and let your illustrious name reappear in the Southern Territory."
"You don't want the fame you gained in the Southern Territory to die with this mausoleum, right?"
After saying that, Lin Beichen pretended to be pitiful.
Listening to Lin Beichen's words that sounded like begging and threatening, Tianjizi's slightly smiling face suddenly froze, and the raised corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
This guy, even on the verge of death, still dares to threaten. This is so irritating.
At this moment, if he hadn't seen Lin Beichen's extremely talented person, he would have slapped Lin Beichen away.
As the owner of the tomb, he knew everything that happened in the tomb. Lin Beichen's talents displayed along the way were naturally noticed by him.
Especially during the second level of 'Tower of Courage', there were several times when he thought Lin Beichen had reached his limit, but he was slapped in the face again and again by Lin Beichen.
It's still the kind that makes a 'pop' sound.
He has strong understanding, understands magic formations, has a high level of cultivation, can fight across levels, and possesses an unknown holy body.
Such a genius has never been seen even in the Southern Territory where he has been traversing for many years. It was almost like it was tailor-made for him, but it was a pity that only those who had sworn to hold the key to the mausoleum could get his inheritance.
He could only reluctantly take a step back and let Lin Beichen obtain something that belonged to him during his lifetime besides inheritance, so that the world could remember his name of Tianjizi again.
Naturally, he would not let Lin Beichen die like this. He was just trying to scare Lin Beichen by pretending to leave.
After all, he controlled the entire mausoleum and was not deaf. Naturally, he heard all the words Lin Beichen used to trash him.
Scaring Lin Beichen would help relieve the sullen feeling in his heart.
Seeing that Tianjizi didn't express his position for a long time, Lin Beichen suddenly had a plan in his mind and said: "Senior, I know you are a benevolent and righteous person. The famous Tianjizi will definitely not ignore death, right? You don't want your reputation to be ruined for the rest of your life. In the hands of a nobody like me?"
As soon as he said this, the helpless Tianjizi turned around, glanced at Lin Beichen, and said in a vicious tone: "With such a cheap provocation, do you think I am a three-year-old child?"
As he said that, he couldn't help blowing his beard and staring.
It can be seen that he was really angry with Lin Beichen.
"Hehehe, I know you are a good person, and you will definitely not leave someone alone."
Seeing that Tianjizi finally turned around, Lin Beichen's tense nerves suddenly relaxed a lot. He couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart that was in his throat slowly relaxed.
"Don't get too close to me. Why did you scold me, and you even forgot about it?"
Tianjizi couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Lin Beichen and said bitterly.
"Forehead…"
Hearing that Tianjizi had directly exposed him, Lin Beichen looked extremely embarrassed for a moment. He didn't know what to say at all, so he could only respond to this embarrassment by scratching his head and laughing.
This feeling of being overheard by the person who was supposed to be complaining behind his back made him so embarrassed that he almost had to leave the three rooms and one living room.
If there was a gap in the hall right now, he would probably get in right away.
Tianjizi glanced at Lin Beichen, who was embarrassed and at a loss, and said in a very calm tone: "Your talent is quite good, and you can barely catch my eye, but your mouth is too mean. If it weren't for your bitter look, Please, if I have a good heart, I will definitely not stay here for one more second."
After saying that, Tianjizi's old face unconsciously revealed a look of arrogance.
Although he was belittling Lin Beichen both inside and outside his words, only he knew in his heart how evil Lin Beichen's talent was.
However, he said this just to prevent Lin Beichen from being proud and to maintain his image as a worldly master.
After all, he was also a powerful person at the peak of the Mysterious Core Realm during his lifetime. If he was shocked by Lin Beichen's talent, then he would be too cheap...
"I..."
As soon as Tianjizi finished speaking, Lin Beichen wanted to retort, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the skeleton that was staring at him eagerly.
"Gudu!"
Lin Beichen couldn't help but swallowed, and then immediately changed his expression to a smiling expression, nodding his head in response to Tianjizi's words: "Yes, yes... everything you always say is right..."
At this moment, he didn't dare to care about Tian Jizi's slightly contemptuous look.
Just kidding, your life is almost gone. Who cares about these face things? Face can’t be eaten...
"uh-huh!"
Seeing that Lin Beichen was convinced by Tianjizi, he snorted with satisfaction and stopped talking to Lin Beichen. Instead, he moved his gaze to the skeleton with a complicated expression on his face.
The corners of his mouth wriggled slightly, as if he had thousands of words he wanted to say, but in the end he couldn't say them out, and it turned into a long lament.
"you..."
Seeing that Tianjizi suddenly seemed to be a different person, Lin Beichen hesitated for a while and asked tentatively: "What is your relationship with this skeleton?"
Hearing this, Tianjizi stiffened slightly. After taking a deep look at Lin Beichen, he sighed softly and said, "He is my disciple and my only disciple."
"Disciple...disciple?"
Lin Beichen was stunned and said in disbelief.
But then he seemed to want to understand something, showing a look of sudden enlightenment, and said to himself: "No wonder the skeleton didn't wake up after I was here for so long. When I scolded you, this skeleton He suddenly woke up and said something like, 'Whoever scolds the master will die'. I thought that the sword controlled the skeleton, and that the skeleton was the master of the sword."
"I still feel strange. Whose master can be a sword?"
Speaking of this, Lin Beichen scratched his head in embarrassment.
Hearing this, Tianjizi glanced at Lin Beichen lightly, as if his eyes were saying that Lin Beichen deserved it.
"hey-hey..."
Seeing that Tian Jizi had no intention of caring about his previous remarks, Lin Beichen responded with an awkward smile.
"By the way, can you let him lie back in the coffin first? He's so scary standing here, and it makes me really stressed."
Lin Beichen chuckled and said a little embarrassedly.
Tianjizi couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said calmly: "As long as you don't scold me, he won't do anything to you."
Having said this, Tian Jizi paused for a moment and looked at the skeleton that was standing quietly without any movement at this moment. He sighed softly and said, "He... is already dead." It has been many years since he died at the hands of a master like me."
There seemed to be endless nostalgia and sadness in his words.
After hearing this, Lin Beichen's pupils shrank slightly and he said with disbelief: "You mean... you, the master, killed your own disciple?"
After the words fell, Lin Beichen quickly took a few steps back, stared at Tianjizi with a wary face, and said, "You must have practiced some magic skills and need to sacrifice your apprentice, right?"
Don't blame him for being so wary, there's a reason for that.
There are rumors on the Cloud Shadow Continent that some demon cultivators who have practiced magic skills need to sacrifice those close to them in exchange for more powerful power due to their skills.
This kind of demonic cultivation was something Lin Beichen hated deeply.
Back then, after hearing such rumors, he wanted to kill all the demon cultivators in the world.
In his heart, he believed that in addition to being able to survive in this continent where martial arts was respected, there was another reason why people should continue to practice.
That is to protect the people around you from being bullied by others.
However, for the sake of power, these demon cultivators were able to kill even their closest relatives, which he hated extremely.
But to be honest, demon cultivators who have practiced this kind of demonic skill are indeed stronger than ordinary practitioners, and their methods are weird, and they can often take people's lives unexpectedly.
This is why Lin Beichen suddenly became so vigilant.
He didn't want to just come out of the tiger's den and end up in the wolf's den again.
At the same time, Tianjizi, who was confused by Lin Beichen's sudden reaction, finally understood the reason after hearing Lin Beichen's follow-up question.
A hint of bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he explained helplessly: "I am not a demon cultivator, and my disciples were not killed by me."
After that, he looked at the skeleton again with a very complicated expression, and sighed quietly: "Although I didn't kill him, it can be said that he died because of me."
Listening to Tianjizi's explanation that didn't seem to be fake, Lin Beichen slowly put down his guard, and then asked: "Then how did he die?"
Listening to Lin Beichen's question, the corners of Tianjizi's mouth could not help but twitch slightly, and his eyes were deep and dim, as if he was lost in memories of the past.
After being silent for a long time, he slowly said: "The power of that sword should be familiar to you, right?"
Hearing this, Lin Beichen nodded without any trace.
Tian Jizi continued: "Actually, it is a sealed heaven-level spiritual weapon."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Beichen's pupils suddenly shrank, his mouth opened unconsciously, and he subconsciously exclaimed: "Heaven-level spiritual weapon?"
