Chapter 38: Heart-Erosion Gu is about to mature

Pei Yan took the jade slip in a daze, and scanned it with his spiritual sense. He felt that the magic formula on it was indeed complicated and mysterious, and it was highly compatible with his own spiritual power attributes, as if it was tailor-made for him.

He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes showed a touch of emotion, and his throat choked with sobs: "Master... I... I will practice well."

Ye Wange smiled, "This technique can only be practiced by you. It cannot be passed on to others and cannot be leaked."

"Yes!" Pei Yan nodded without hesitation.

Ye Wange looked at him and cursed him in her heart, calling him an idiot.

He had no idea that the true function of this "True Art of Calming the Soul" was to catalyze the dormant heart-eating insect in his body.

Once the heart-eating insect matures, it can take away a person's soul and turn them into a puppet.

The heart-eating insect in his body has gradually matured, and it only needs a dose of primer.

"The True Art of Calming the Spirit" is the introduction.

When it reaches the fourth level, the poisonous insect will be fully mature, and then he will harvest a complete puppet.

But at this moment, Pei Yan was completely unaware of this and carefully put away the jade slip.

"I will definitely work hard to cultivate and will never let Master down!"

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There was a thin mist in the early morning.

The morning light in the forest cast mottled shadows through the branches and leaves. Ye Zhao led the disciples of Qingyue Peak through a path between a stream valley.

When they were halfway there, a long cry came from the front. It was the sound of a spirit beast flapping its wings.

Ye Zhao looked up and saw a snow-white figure falling from the sky. The spirit lion he was riding let out a long roar and then landed steadily in front of the road.

Lin Qingxuan's hair was slightly disheveled, her face was much paler, and she looked a little frightened.

"Ye Zhao." She didn't care about anything else and jumped off the lion's back. She walked quickly towards Ye Zhao, "Follow me."

Ye Zhao didn't ask any more questions. He told his disciples to rest for a while and then followed Lin Qingxuan to the side of the forest.

The path in the forest is quiet and peaceful. I walked through the thick fallen leaves until there was no one in front of me. It was so quiet that the only sounds I could hear were the birds singing and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Lin Qingxuan stopped and paused for a moment before softly saying:

"I, I almost died in the woods just now."

Ye Zhao's eyes moved slightly: "What's going on?"

Lin Qingxuan sighed, a hint of fear in her eyes. "This morning we were tracking a seven-colored deer, but it suddenly took flight. I took a few disciples with higher cultivation levels and gave chase, but we lost it. I then assigned those disciples to search on their own."

"When I climbed up the cliff alone to investigate, I suddenly felt the spiritual energy in my body rioting."

She pointed to her chest and said, "If it weren't for the Dingyuan Pill you gave me earlier, I would have really died there."

"You know I never owe anyone a favor." Lin Qingxuan suddenly smiled, "You saved my life, so naturally I should return the favor."

As she spoke, she took out a storage bag from her bosom. Ye Zhao thought she was going to take out some precious elixir or magic weapon as a reward, but Lin Qingxuan handed him the entire storage bag.

"These are all little gadgets I've searched for. They're not worth any spirit stones, but they're all my favorites. Some of them... seem mysterious to me, and may hold some hidden opportunities. Unfortunately, I'm unlucky, and I'm afraid they won't be able to bring out their true value. So, they're all yours!"

Ye Zhao frowned: "I can't accept it."

At this time in the previous life, Lin Qingxuan had already been killed by Ye Wange.

Her relic, this storage bag, fell into the hands of Ye Wan Ge.

Lin Qingxuan has always liked collecting small things. Whenever she has the chance to enter ancient monuments, secret places, or auction houses, she will definitely look for them. However, her luck is surprisingly good.

What she found might be insignificant scrap metal in the eyes of others, but in reality it might be an extremely rare fragment of a treasure cave map, ancient animal bones, unhatched spirit eggs, or even fragments of a long-lost secret technique.

Unfortunately, although Lin Qingxuan had these things for quite some time, she had not yet discovered their usefulness. Instead, not long after they fell into the Night Singer's possession, various rare treasures appeared one after another, helping Ye Wange obtain countless opportunities.

She clearly remembered that Ye Wange found a plain-looking fragment of a scroll, but accidentally mastered a unique skill.

After that, her cultivation level skyrocketed. In just a few years, she advanced from the Golden Core Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage. Later, she overwhelmed all the elders, and even the Sect Master was defeated by her on the stage of life and death.

Ye Zhao came back to his senses, looked at Lin Qingxuan's indifferent expression, and sighed slightly in his heart.

She returned the storage bag and said, "If you really want to thank me, take something else. This is really..."

In fact, she really wanted it, but she couldn't get over it...

Lin Qingxuan raised her chin and asked, "Why, do you dislike it?"

Ye Zhao was rebuked by her words, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "That's not what I meant. You said it yourself. Many of the things here may contain great opportunities. How can I take away your opportunities?"

"When have I, Lin Qingxuan, ever failed to repay a favor?" Lin Qingxuan pushed the storage bag back without hesitation. "My life is worth much more than these things!"

"Take it!" She pressed down Ye Zhao's wrist, stuffed the storage bag into her palm, and then patted Ye Zhao's shoulder.

Before Ye Zhao could say anything, Lin Qingxuan swiftly turned over and jumped onto the lion's back. She turned back and waved at Ye Zhao with a smile, "I'm leaving! Remember, you are not allowed to return it to me."

Before he finished speaking, the spirit lion leaped up and ran through the air, stirring up dust and branches.

Ye Zhao stood there, watching Lin Qingxuan leave, then lowered his eyes to look at the storage bag in his hand and gently put it into his arms.

We walked for a few more days.

The group arrived at the center of the secret realm.

There is a spiritual platform here that is suspended hundreds of feet in the air.

The steps were paved with jade pumice and surrounded by translucent spiritual light. Above the spiritual platform, a spirit-gathering star disk released countless rays of light, which spread between heaven and earth. The surroundings seemed to be shrouded in a sacred curtain of light.

At this moment, seven rainbow lights with different auras and overwhelming pressure streaked across the sky. They were the masters of the seven peaks of the Sword-Asking Sect, who were rushing towards them from all directions with their disciples.

Hundreds of disciples had already gathered under the Wanling Stage.

Each person wore a cloud-patterned disciple robe unique to the peak, and stood neatly in their respective categories.

The disciples of Qingyue Peak mainly wear white robes with plain patterns, while the disciples of Luoxia Peak wear robes of red and gold.

Pei Yan stood in the team of Xia Lingfeng. He closed his eyes and silently practiced the mental method given to him by Ye Wange.

The spiritual power in the secret realm was strong, and he broke through in a short period of time.

"The second floor..."

Pei Yan opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

But before the joy faded, a sharp pain suddenly struck.

"ah!"

Pei Yan suddenly arched his body and rolled on the ground in pain.