Rebirth of the Best Businesswoman at School

1348 Decision

In fact, Ji Yansong did not know about the Sect Master’s appearance through Bai Zhou.

When Bai Zhou found Jian Ai, he specially reminded him that the time was not ripe yet. She did not want to disturb others’ lives, so Bai Zhou had always kept Jian Ai’s news as the Sect Master a secret.

However, nothing in this world could escape Ji Yansong’s divination. He had long calculated Jian Ai’s appearance through said divination.

When Old Master Ji’s fate reached its end, Ji Yansong had divined in advance and extended Old Master Ji’s life at the last moment by sacrificing his lifeline.

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Although he later learned through Bai Zhou that the Sect Master was a little girl, Ji Yansong could not hide his surprise now that he had seen it with his own eyes.

Other than Jian Ai’s age, there was also the forbidden power of the ancient sect that her body had inherited—the power of blood!

This abnormally evil ability had long been lost for a thousand years, and now, it was reappearing in the Sect Master. The abnormally bloody scene that night was still vivid in his mind, showing how ruthless this power of blood was.

If he did not guide and train her well, and if the power of blood swallowed the Sect Master’s mind in the future, it would probably cause a disaster.

Ji Yansong sighed deeply and thought to himself, ‘Woe and fortune depend on each other. Everything is predestined!’

Jian Ai slept again. When she woke up, it was already night. She ate some liquid food and felt that her body had some strength. She could barely prop herself up and lean against the bed frame.

“Uncle Ji, why is my body so weak?” Jian Ai looked at Ji Yansong and asked.

Back then, she had used the power of blood once. Although she fainted later, she did not remain unconscious for so long. After waking up, she only rested for a moment before recovering.

Why did she feel different this time? It was as if someone had sucked her strength out.

Because Ji Yansong was older than her mother, Jian Ai asked for his opinion and called him Uncle Ji.

When Ji Yansong heard this, he explained, “The power of blood is abnormally powerful. I think you used a high-level mental cultivation technique with the power of blood that night, so the energy consumption was even greater.”

Jian Ai nodded in understanding and muttered, “I see.”

Jian Ai looked up at Ji Yansong and said, “When can I recover? I want to go back as soon as possible!”

She had left China for too long this time, and it had long exceeded the time she had told her mother. Moreover, the final examination was coming soon, and she did not want to miss it.

Unexpectedly, when Ji Yansong heard Jian Ai’s words, his expression turned a little solemn. He said nothing for a moment, but it made it seem that he had something to say.

“Uncle Ji…” Seeing this, Jian Ai couldn’t help but frown. “There’s no harm in saying it!”

Ji Yansong sighed softly and looked at Jian Ai seriously. “Sect Master, you have inherited the forbidden power of the ancient sect, and this power of blood is abnormally evil. If you don’t have the correct guidance, you might go berserk if you cultivate blindly.”

Without waiting for Jian Ai to speak, Ji Yansong continued, “This power originally did not belong to our ancient sect. With your body, although it looks like you have successfully advanced and awakened the power of blood, the difficulty of cultivating the power of blood is far from over. If you are not careful, not only will you fall into eternal damnation, but it will also implicate the people around you.”

“After all, the power of blood is abnormally fierce. You were unconscious when you used it twice. It can be seen that this power of blood is extraordinary.”

When Jian Ai heard Ji Yansong’s words, her heart could not help but rise because she knew that the High Priest’s words were not sensational.

Moreover, she did not like this uncontrollable state and was afraid that one day, she would hurt the people around her.

However, she had never grasped the power of blood and could not control her ability freely like the other twelve guards. To her, the power of blood was more like the one that controlled her.

However…

“What should we do?” Jian Ai didn’t know what to do. She had once thought of living peacefully with the power of blood. As long as it didn’t appear, she wasn’t in a hurry to wake it up.

However, this was not a long-term solution.

Ji Yansong immediately looked at Jian Ai and said seriously, “I hope the Sect Master can stay with me here. I’ll do my best to help the Sect Master cultivate the power of blood.”

“Stay here?” Jian Ai was shocked.

Ji Yansong nodded. “This is the only way, and the Sect Master has to agree.”

Although it was a negotiating tone, Ji Yansong had obviously given a death order. No one among the twelve guards dared to order Jian Ai. This was the first time someone had ordered her in a forceful tone.

However, Jian Ai knew that since the High Priest said so, it meant that this was the only way.

Other than him, no one could help her cultivate the power of blood.

“How long will it take?” Jian Ai asked subconsciously.

Ji Yansong shook his head. “I can’t say for sure. It might be a year and a half, three to five years, or even longer.”

When Jian Ai heard this, she couldn’t help but weigh the pros and cons in her heart. The company had just stabilized, her mother’s liver cancer had just recovered, and the people from the ancient sect had just reunited…

At this moment, she should not be absent, let alone leave the people around her at such a moment.

There was also Ji Haoyu. She initially planned to show her feelings to him after this matter ended… If she left like this, would he still be willing to wait for her to come back?

Various emotions surged in her heart, making Jian Ai conflicted.

However, in the end, Jian Ai nodded.

Compared to everything she was worried about, the most unstable factor was still the power of blood. Jian Ai was afraid that she would lose control again. She had to learn to control her ability as soon as possible.

However, after agreeing, Jian Ai said to Ji Yansong, “Uncle Ji, I promise I’ll stay here, but not now.”

After a pause, Jian Ai continued, “It’s almost the new year in China. I want to go back first and arrange everything. I’ll see the people I need to see. I’ll say what I need to say and do what I need to do. Only then can I leave in peace. Be it a year and a half, or three to five years, I’ll stay here and focus on cultivation.”

When Ji Yansong heard this, he did not object and nodded gently. “That’s good too.”

Seeing that Ji Yansong had agreed, Jian Ai couldn’t help but smile. Although she couldn’t bear to put down everything and leave China, as Ji Yansong had said, this was her path. She could only do this.

After talking about herself, Jian Ai couldn’t help but look at Ji Yansong with a probing expression. After a long time, she couldn’t help but ask, “Uncle Ji, you’re from the Ji family, right?”

When Ji Yansong heard Jian Ai mention the Ji family, he was slightly stunned. Then, he looked up at Jian Ai and nodded gently. “Sect Master seems to have some relationship with the Ji family.”

Jian Ai chuckled and nodded.

When Old Master Ji got into trouble, she was in the Ji family. The High Priest must have known.

“Then you’re Grandpa Ji’s…” Jian Ai carefully probed.

Ji Yansong answered, “Ji Minghui is my father!”

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