Chapter 239 Though Dead, Still Alive (Sudden Capture) This behavior is somewhat like Yu...

After only a few breaths of silence, the ice patterns had already spread from her neck to her shoulders, and even showed a faint tendency to move downwards, but stopped after a few moments, only covering her back and arms.

The coolness felt as if someone were pressed against her.

A moment later, the ice patterns began to move again, but this time they spread in the opposite direction, climbing up her cheek from the side of her neck. After searching for a while, they seemed to find the best spot and slowly stopped.

Ru Xian's sleeping face looked even more peaceful.

Lin Feiran: "..."

She silently raised her body temperature, and could even feel the ice patterns softening and conforming to her body.

Her fingertips twitched slightly, and just as she was pondering whether to build some more, her master drifted over again and spoke.

"Don't get distracted. I just thought about it for a while. The reason he went to the Northern Plains to find this spiritual herb was to suppress the turbulent spiritual veins. Now his meridians are covered with white frost, but he is already in a state of spiritual wandering..."

Therefore, since his spiritual energy had nowhere to go for the time being, it naturally flowed out from within. You should be patient for now and wait until he wakes up.

Lin Feiran thought that there was no need to endure it. She was already sore all over, but now with this cool, jade-like touch, she actually felt much better.

But after being pointed out by her senior, she felt somewhat embarrassed: "I will continue refining it."

During the spiritual procession, I inexplicably felt a stream of rain-like spiritual energy flowing into my body, continuous and unbroken.

She opened her eyes again and looked down, only to see a faint light flowing across the ice patterns from time to time. Her grandmaster also saw it and said with a smile, "His spiritual power, which had nowhere to go, ended up here with you."

The grandmaster stroked his chin and commented, "This behavior is more like the nurturing and feeding practices of the Feathered Clan."

"What is this?" Lin Feiran didn't know much about the demon race.

The spirit of the Grandmaster sat on a branch and began to explain.

"Most demons are harmonious and united, but the winged race is different. They are loyal and loving, and will do their best to raise their offspring together. This is a bloodline passed down from their ancestors."

For example, your other crow friend's love of taking care of people is actually just his nature.

When each winged child is born, the tribe members will use their spiritual power to nourish him as a blessing. However, once he grows up, they will only nourish the child they like the most, just like a big bird only grooms the little bird that looks best to it. This is called nurturing.

Ru Xian doesn't seem to have lived within a tribe before; he doesn't have that habit. But instincts can't be changed, and losing consciousness will expose him...

Does he like you a little too much?

Lin Feiran found this explanation quite novel; no wonder Xun Feifei could tolerate them so much.

When she heard the last sentence, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, but she tried hard to suppress it, so much so that she became a crooked-mouthed dragon king without realizing it.

"Grandmaster, don't be distracted. Please teach me how to use it after smelting," the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King said.

Grandmaster: "..."

It's rare to see Lin Feiran make such an expression.

After expressing his relief and gratitude, he said no more. While Lin Feiran was focused on refining, he spoke up and said, "It's good that he's nurturing you. With a Venerable of the Divine Travel Realm helping you, your speed will definitely be faster."

Focus, and try to refine the essence within the pearl into every inch of your body.

Lin Feiran did as instructed.

"First, look inward at yourself. Your spiritual veins are different from ordinary people and are much deeper. So you should learn from the old farmer and fill every inch of the deep ravine with the spiritual power you have refined, and unite them."

This is indeed a long process. The treasure that her grandmaster took out is obviously of a high grade. Even if she can refine it with her current cultivation level and realm, it will be difficult for her to use it extensively on herself.

Like a toddler who has just discovered a gold mine, he can only carry it away little by little.

So during this time, she had some free time. Lin Feiran had thought about Zhang Chunhe too many times today, and Wei Changzai was not far away, so she couldn't help but start discussing it.

"Grandmaster, what exactly is the unity of heaven and man?"

The grandmaster leaned back on the branch, looking up at the full moon in the sky. His light and weightless figure couldn't even crush a single peach blossom.

"Everyone has their own way, not bound by a name, but my own is the unity of heaven and man. To put it simply, it means that I am the king of heaven, and if you disagree, then fight me."

Lin Feiran was surprised by this answer and caught a jolt of air, coughing uncontrollably. The ice patterns then turned and gently patted the back of her neck.

She endured the slight itch and couldn't help but say, "This is so different from what I learned at the Daohe Palace Academy!"

"The difference is certainly significant, because this is my path, not yours. I have simply written down my insights in the book, and the judgment is up to others."

The grandmaster's voice remained kind and gentle, but upon hearing this, it carried a hint of emotion and nostalgia.

"Just like writing poetry, when I wrote 'Flowers and birds in the boudoir, with broken wings, fly in pairs again,' it was actually because someone was secretly mocking me for never being moved and living a wasted life. So, in a fit of anger, I wrote a poem of lamentation to prove myself."

But it was interpreted as my lament for the discord between the two worlds, my deep resentment over the passing of my loved ones, and my compassion for all living beings.

Yet some people have found enlightenment in this poem.

People are different, so interpretations will differ. It's good to gain something from this; there's no need to be absolute.

“Back then, every disciple would come to me and ask what the unity of heaven and man meant, and what kind of people they were. That’s how I answered them.”

But one person did not receive an answer.

He was a child found by my last disciple. He had only recently come to the mountain and was still a little kid. He didn't have a name, so he took his master's surname, Zhang, and his Taoist name was Chunhe...

He didn't get an answer from me. Our meeting was too brief; I couldn't hold on much longer, for I was already on the verge of passing away.

Thinking about the present situation, he couldn't help but say, "If I had had the chance to sit down and discuss things with him back then, would things have been different?"

Lin Feiran remained silent for a moment, offering no comment, but then she suddenly thought of something and spoke up.

"Wait... So, your explanation earlier about 'if you're not convinced, then fight' was also based on my temperament?"

The grandmaster smiled but said nothing.

After a while, he said again, "Although you and I have very different personalities, we are very similar in essence. What I just said was not specifically for you. At least, that's how I understood it when I was young."

But what happens in the future is up to you.

While refining the precious pearl, Lin Feiran spoke frankly: "Although Wei Changzai claims he doesn't know, I suspect he must have some connection with the esoteric sects, Daohe Palace..."

The grandmaster sat up, showing no regret on his face: "The world is at peace, all within one palace. This is my original intention in establishing this sect."

I am doing this for the sake of harmony and peace, not for the sake of a single palace.

Now that the Dao has spread throughout the world, and the sects are scattered, they are united. My wish has been fulfilled, and what happens to the next generation is none of my concern.

They're doing their own thing too.

"Zhang Chunhe too?"

"Only those who practice the Way can go so far. Perhaps their Way is different, but it is the path they firmly believe in."

Lin Feiran couldn't help but sigh. It was undeniable that his master was right.

She stopped thinking about Zhang Chunhe and started contemplating the events of the day.

She had a growing suspicion that Qiu Tong's rebirth might not be a coincidence, but rather a coincidence to her.

The Prince of Qingping had close ties with the esoteric Buddhist sect. Could it be that Zhang Chunhe had no dealings with him at all? She didn't believe it.

She even began to wonder why she had transmigrated into the book in the first place. Could it be another "coincidence" like Qiu Tong's?

Furthermore, to this day, she still does not know the cause of her mother's death.

However, based on the current clues, the mother was harmed by the esoteric sect, and before that, she was even on the opposite side of the esoteric sect.

She was searching for a place at the edge of the sky and the corner of the sea, and based on that strange dream she had just had, she even suspected that she had already found it.

So what exactly did she do to fight against Tantric Buddhism for so many years and ultimately be murdered?

Some questions were answered, but others became entangled.

As Lin Feiran smelted the metal, he pondered the unusual process.

...

At the same time, Qiu Tong hurriedly extinguished the incense pills, lay down on the tatami mat, and tried to rest, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did.

The rebirth of Prince Qingping greatly shocked her. While she couldn't believe it, she was also filled with deeper doubts.

The father is still the father, he has not been possessed. The fact that he chose to take action against the third uncle at the beginning means that he also had fear and hatred in his heart. But why did he become so indifferent to his children?

The mother, who had always been loving, frequently shed tears and sternly said that he was not the Prince of Qingping. The older brothers and sisters, who had grown up in his favor, also looked exhausted and had countless old wounds.

If he is reborn, why does he treat them this way?

Qiu Tong tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Halfway through her sleep, she suddenly sat up, unable to contain her doubts any longer: "I must go and ask him face to face what we did to wrong him!"

The spirit of the Tai'a sword was also stunned by the rebirth and remained speechless for a long time until Qiu Tong opened the door. She immediately turned around and left, raising her hand to stop her.

"Wait! What if you go and ask him now, revealing his secret, and he kills you in a fit of rage?!"

Even though his spiritual power has been dispersed, his cultivation level is still above Qiu Tong's. In addition, he has lived for hundreds of years, so it is not impossible for him to deal with a small cultivator like her.

Qiu Tong bit her lip and said, "He is my father!"

The sword spirit remained silent, only looking at her with a sympathetic and heartbroken gaze. Qiu Tong understood that she wasn't entirely sure whether her father would take action against her.

That's why her eyes reddened, and she lowered her head to wipe away her tears.

After a long while, she raised her head, looked into the distance, and sobbed intermittently, "I still have to go and find out the truth."

The sword spirit sighed deeply: "Take the Tai'a sword with you. In a moment of crisis, it can at least save your life."

Even if the sword shatters.

Qiu Tong nodded, turned around and picked up the Tai'a sword. The two of them encouraged themselves as they walked toward the side hall where Prince Qingping was imprisoned.

Midway through their journey, a figure suddenly appeared from the side. Qiu Tong was horrified and immediately drew her sword to defend herself!

She stared intently, only to find that although the person was right in front of her and was indeed there, he was more like a phantom, and she couldn't make out his figure or face clearly.

"Who are you?"

The man did not answer. Seeing her draw her sword, he casually broke off a branch and used it to block two or three sword strikes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the spirit of the Tai'a sword immediately leaped up, and a bright light flew out from the Tai'a sword, transforming into the shape of a phoenix. It hovered in the air like a swift shadow, and its loud cry instantly resounded throughout Qingqiu.

The man looked up, his aura suddenly intensifying. He swiftly attacked with the branch in his hand, and Qiu Tong, struggling to defend herself, was quickly defeated and captured by him.

But at the same time, a swift blue light came from behind. The man immediately flipped over to dodge, and Qiu Tong turned around to look, only to find that what came at her was a familiar long mace!

Not far away, Qingyao came running at the sound, caught the long mace that had been knocked back, and shouted sharply, "You audacious thief, surround him!"

The fox clan elder and his clansmen attacked together, but this person was incredibly agile and managed to escape freely among the many cultivators. He had even leaped into the air and was about to capture someone when he was struck down onto the roof of the hall by a figure that attacked from the side.

Qiu Tong looked down and met the gaze of the disheveled Prince Qingping. Her pupils immediately contracted.

He looked around quietly, first glancing at Qiu Tong, then scrutinizing the dark figure.

She disappeared into the air, carrying Qiu Tong with her.

Author's Note: Next chapter will be released soon.

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