Chapter 25 Asking Her Heart (Part 1)

Which link went wrong?

Is it a chain reaction caused by his rebirth?

Or is this "master" himself the cause of the misfortune?

Fu Yanxin's face was pale, and his fingers pressed tightly into the soil. Feeling the cold and clammy touch of his fingertips, his heart seemed to be immersed in ice water, and his whole body was cold.

Is it a coincidence or a calculation?

Was his rebirth really God's mercy, giving him a chance to live again?

After practicing for more than six hundred years, Fu Yanxin has gained a certain understanding of the world of immortal cultivation.

The world had gone mad, a den of filth and decay. Too many cunning old monsters were scheming in the shadows. He had once been fortunate enough to witness a fishing feast where "gods were transformed into porridge."

Recalling that scene, Fu Yanxin still felt a chill on the back of his neck.

The Holy Son of Shangcang Sect has gone completely crazy.

He used sweet words and, under the pretext of holding a forum to discuss Taoism, sent letters to heroes from all over the world, inviting them to come to Shangcang Sect for a banquet and exchange their experiences in cultivation.

This kind of group discussion was perfectly normal. Fu Yanxin had simply assumed that the Shangcang Sect was trying to assert its power, enhance its reputation, and educate the world. Although he disliked the solemnity of the discussion banquet, he gave the Shangcang Sect's Holy Son some respect and attended on time.

Everything was going well at the beginning of the banquet until the Holy Son of Shangcang Sect took out the "Longevity Peach".

Fu Yanxin had never seen such a fragrant, fresh, juicy peach before. Caged in the hands of a beautiful maid, it seemed to melt in the sunlight, emitting a seductive and decadent fragrance. The Holy Son of the Shangcang Sect introduced it to the group of cultivators, "This is the Wanshou Peach. Eating one will add ten years to your lifespan."

In the world of immortal cultivation, there aren't many magical treasures that can extend one's lifespan. Even for highly accomplished cultivators, when their lifespan ends, they return to dust. As soon as he finished speaking, the cultivators' expressions changed, and they all looked towards the Longevity Peach, determined to obtain it.

Of course, everyone present was a shrewd person, and not everyone believed the Holy Son of Shangcang Sect. He was generous enough, having a maid bring a longevity peach, allowing the monks to examine it. He sat in the first seat, holding a peach and taking a small nibble. The fresh peach was juicy, overflowing his hands, and his slender white fingers were covered in peach juice. The Holy Son sat in the first seat, slowly licking his fingers, his expression lazy, his movements languid, and with an indescribable allure.

This Holy Son was usually solemn and cold, never showing any emotion, but when he showed this kind of emotion, none of the monks present dared to look at him.

Everyone knows that this Holy Son is ruthless and has a twisted mind. He may laugh one second and dig out someone's eyes the next. Even if he is seducing others at this moment, no one present dares to covet him.

The monks present were all quite powerful and had different methods of inspection. They tried very hard but were unable to find any problems. After exchanging glances, they all thanked the peach and began to eat. The Holy Son watched quietly, holding the peach core and licking it slowly.

Fu Yanxin had plenty of life left. He had a fortuitous encounter in his youth and inherited the legacy of the Mad Emperor. It took him just five hundred years to advance to the Spirit Transformation Stage. He had plenty of life left. When he saw the Saint Son smiling, his heart skipped a beat and he had a vague premonition that something was wrong.

He didn't eat the longevity peach, but he didn't dare not eat it. Seeing the Holy Son's gaze turned to him, he had no choice but to take a bite, crush it in his mouth with spiritual power, and then store it in his throat.

After eating the longevity peaches, there was a singing and dancing performance. Fu Yan wanted to find an excuse to leave, but something unexpected happened!

The Son of God is going to dance!

Only dancers of low status would perform dances to entertain people. Watching the Holy Son walk step by step toward the white jade stage, barefoot and with wide sleeves, his beautiful face shimmering with a smile, Fu Yanxin could no longer endure it. He burned his blood, spirit, and soul, risking his life to escape.

In the journey of a hundred miles, he burned a hundred years of cultivation, fell to the out-of-body stage, and burned an entire realm.

Fu Yanxin's sudden action also alerted the other cultivators. Some of them were smart and wanted to escape as well, but they found that their spiritual power was exhausted and they could not escape at all.

Fu Yanxin escaped to a safe place before he had time to deploy the water curtain. He left a voyeurism spell at his seat at the banquet, and then he admired the Son of God's stunning dance and witnessed a one-sided massacre.

The white jade-carved altar for inviting gods was soaked in blood. The spotless and white-robed Son of Xiaquan had a mad look on his face. His body had transformed into a snake, and his amber snake pupils were erect as he madly prayed to the non-existent "God".

"My God, did I do something wrong?"

"Father God, please, don't leave me."

He lay on the ground, his face covered with tears, his amber snake eyes burning with madness as if he was going all in. He cried but seemed to be laughing. After venting, he seemed to have accepted his fate and ordered people to bring up a large bronze cauldron with milky porridge boiling inside. He captured monks, cut off their flesh one by one with a knife, and threw them into the cauldron. The monks who had reached the state of incarnation were like food in his hands, wailing and begging for mercy, but were ruthlessly killed.

No one knew what secret method the Saint of Xiaquan used, but the souls of the monks present were fixed, and they had to watch helplessly as they were chopped into skeletons.

After the Holy Son had tortured all the monks, he sighed and swam into the cauldron like a snake. Inside the cauldron, his face was still full of piety as he begged, "Father God, please look at me."

Fu Yanxin was still shocked when he thought of that scene. What a fucking lunatic.

How many gods are there in this world? Are these gods referring to those charlatans who practice incense and worship Shintoism?

Perhaps the Saint of Xiaquan had truly lost his mind. Did his family have some kind of insane bloodline? His brother had also suddenly gone mad and died after the Mad Emperor had his heart ripped out.

Fu Yanxin was puzzled, bewildered, and terrified. He stared at the Holy Son of Xiaquan in the water curtain. He saw him curled up, with snake scales visible on his jade-like cheeks. Just when Fu Yanxin thought he was going to be cooked, suddenly there was a golden light, and the water curtain exploded -

The last thing Fu Yanxin heard was the almost hysterical cry of the Son of Xiaquan. He was saying, "Father God—"

Fu Yanxin had no idea whether this Holy Son was dead or alive. Since the fishing banquet, this Holy Son disappeared out of thin air and no one could find him. Fu Yanxin tried his best to inquire about him, but there was no news.

Fu Yan was once fished out and nearly lost his life. He felt deeply saddened. Even after his rebirth, he could not forget the feeling of being a fish. So when he realized that there might be something wrong with his rebirth, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Who is the "master"?

Why don't you go to him yourself?

What is he planning?

Was it he who was behind my rebirth?

Fu Yanxin felt very lowly. In his previous life, he worried about being summoned to his master, and in this life, he worried about not being summoned. The more mysterious his master was, the more he wanted to explore.

Touching the servant's mark on his neck, Fu Yanxin lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Jian Shiyuan, who was being muttered by him, was also thinking. Looking at the three players who were still unconscious, he gently poked their deep red foreheads. They seemed to be still trapped in an illusion, with their brows furrowed and their lips dry.

Jian Shiyuan felt strange. This illusion was created because of him. After he broke it, the illusion should have disappeared naturally. Why was the player still trapped in the illusion?

"System, kick them off the line."

The system shook its head humanely, "Master, no."

Jian Shiyuan thought about it, then suddenly smiled and said, "Then I'll go in and find them."

As he spoke, Jian Shiyuan pointed his index finger at his deep red forehead. Countless bright red Dao patterns climbed out of his neck, his eyes sparkled due to the fluctuation of power, and his long hair moved without wind.

He put his consciousness into the crimson body, using it as a medium to force his way through the illusion.

The players found that the illusion was collapsing, Jian Shiyuan disappeared, and they were stranded.

Fragments of the illusion as fine as golden snow flew onto their faces. They looked at each other, each thinking the other was a fool.

Crimson: "When will the Sect Master realize that we haven't left yet?"

Song Mu: "I won't die anyway, so I'll just wait."

Shui Jing Zhu: "We can find a way to break the illusion ourselves."

Song Mu: "Do you know how to crack it?"

Waterways Notes:

Song Mu: "Let's wait for the Sect Master to come pick us up."

As he said this, he found a wooden chair and sat down.

Shui Jing Zhu sighed, sat beside him, and watched the illusion change rapidly with his chin in his hand.

This illusion has become extremely unstable. There is no longer a continuous picture, but it flashes for more than ten seconds from time to time like an advertisement.

Jian Shiyuan has been smiling or frowning in countless different periods of time, but his face has not changed much. He was a little immature in his youth, but his mouth corners are always upturned as an adult. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, he always has a warm smile on his face when he walks to different places.

After reading Shui Jing Zhu for a long time, I felt that Jian Shiyuan was not happy.

Even when attacked, Jian Shiyuan still had a smile on his face. Even when deceived, Jian Shiyuan still had a smile on his face. Even when betrayed, he still smiled. It seemed that he only had this expression. The more he smiled, the more uncomfortable Shui Jingzhu felt.

After leaving Ping'an Town, Jian Shiyuan was no longer the cold and indifferent person he used to be. He buried his youth along with his memories.

Song Mu was also watching. The picture was fragmented, but he could tell that Jian Shiyuan's path was not going smoothly. The world of cultivating immortals was more dangerous than he had imagined.

There are evil spirits who are accomplices of tigers and lead passers-by into mountain streams at night; there are monsters who dig out people's hearts and eat them; there are parents who eat their own children; there are merchants who repay kindness with enmity. Jian Shiyuan grows rapidly in the hardships, his eyebrows gradually become gentle, like a beautiful jade that has been polished smooth, with a restrained aura.

Song Mu watched the scenes silently until the illusion trembled and condensed into a complete and continuous picture.

He stood up, Shui Jingzhu also stood up, Shenhong stood behind them, and the three of them waited patiently and seriously for Jian Shiyuan to appear.

The young man Jian Shiyuan walked towards them, leaning on a bamboo pole. He was wearing a blue robe and a plain hairpin, and the corners of his clothes were fluttering in the wind. His eyes were open, but there was no light in them, like the waves of a deep pool, so quiet and cold that it was chilling.

He is blind!!!

Song Mu took a few steps forward, but did not dare to move any further. Shui Jingzhu frowned, and Shenhong was lost in thought.

The young man Jian Shiyuan had a face like cold jade, fair but bloodless, and his lips were dry and pale, as if he had been seriously injured. He kept his eyes open without blinking, calm and composed, and slowly walked into the city gate.

The mortals guarding the city took advantage of his blindness and deliberately pushed him and took away his purse. He did not get angry, but just smiled slightly, nodded, and walked into the city without taking the purse.

Song Mu was extremely angry and punched the man's image hard. As expected, his punch went through the man's body.

Shenhong and the others followed closely behind the young man, Jian Shiyuan, as he walked into a courtyard with a familiar air. A young woman in plain clothes came up to greet him. She had gentle features, and was elegant and beautiful. Even in her plain dress, she looked quite stunning.

When she saw the young man Jian Shiyuan walk in, she smiled at first, then asked, "Did Brother Jian find Uncle Wang and the others?"

The young man Jian Shiyuan shook his head, "I didn't find it, and the money was snatched away by the guards at the city gate."

The girl was stunned at first, then her face was full of worry. She didn't mind that her purse was snatched away, nor did she complain about Jian Shiyuan's incompetence. She just asked, "Is Brother Jian hurt?"

The young man Jian Shiyuan had an apologetic look on his face and shook his head, "I'm sorry, Miss Ziyi."

The girl named Zi Yi smiled and comforted the young man Jian Shiyuan, saying, "Brother Jian, why bother apologizing? As the sages said, 'Good fortune and misfortune go hand in hand.' Losing money today can also help you accumulate virtue tomorrow."

She smiled openly and confidently, and the young man Jian Shiyuan also had a smile familiar to the players on his lips.

The girl took out her purse from her waist and handed it to the young man Jian Shiyuan, "Brother Jian, this is for you."

The young man Jian Shiyuan accepted the purse generously and then found an excuse to leave.

Seeing this, Shen Hong exclaimed, "What the hell is this, Sect Master? Is he just a gigolo?"

Shui Jing Zhu speculated, "Could this be the Sect Master's former lover?"

Song Mu: "Our sister-in-law is quite beautiful."

They followed the young man, Jian Shiyuan, who stopped on the street, weighed the purse in his hand, and suddenly murmured, "This is her last bit of money. If I spend it all for her, will she still be able to remain open-minded and kind to the world?"

As he spoke, the smile on his face deepened.

Crimson: "Fuck!"

Song Mu: "It seems not the eldest sister-in-law."

Shui Jing Zhu: "Master, do you want to test Miss Purple?"

They were puzzled and followed the young man Jian Shiyuan to the rice shop. They exchanged all the silver and money in their bags for rice and flour, and divided them into bags. The young man Jian Shiyuan distributed all the rice and flour to the poor people in the slums.

Then, after finishing everything, he returned to the courtyard with the bamboo pole.

The players almost stumbled in anger when they heard the young man Jian Shiyuan speak. "Miss Ziyi, I saw that the beggars on the street corner were really pitiful, so I exchanged all your silver for rice and flour and gave it to them."

The purple-robed girl remained calm. Her brows were calm and she smiled gently, "Brother Jian, you've done a great job. With this rice and flour, they can live a normal life for a while."

The young man Jian Shiyuan said lightly, "Yes, Miss Ziyi, I also think I am very kind."

Shenhong didn't expect that the sect leader could be so shameless. He took other people's money and used it as an excuse to offer sacrifices to others, and still thought he was kind?

Shui Jing Zhu seemed to be thinking, "The Sect Master is trying to provoke the purple-robed girl."

Song Mu looked at the young man Jian Shiyuan and spoke slowly, "Miss Zi Yi, we have run out of money and I'm afraid it won't be enough for our future expenses. How about you go out and find a job to support us?"

Deep Red: "This is a good thing."

Shui Jing Zhu: "Now, the purple-robed girl will definitely be angry."

Song Mu: "The Sect Master is so good at pretending to be a scumbag, it's hilarious."

The players all thought that the purple-dressed girl would be angry, but unexpectedly, she still had a smile on her face. She said slowly and seriously, "As it should be. Brother Jian, I'll go to the embroidery room tomorrow to see if there's any work."

Crimson: "Did the Sect Master put a curse on her? She has such a good temper."

Song Mu: "Could this purple-clothed person be a monster? Are there really such stupid people in this world?"

Shui Jing Zhu: "What a saintly woman."

The young man Jian Shiyuan smiled even more deeply, "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Ziyi."

At this moment, the illusion began to flip. The young man Jian Shiyuan was smiling, but suddenly lost all expression. He was trapped in darkness, as if he had merged with the darkness.