Chapter 42: Shen Yubai was transformed into a puppet

The disciples of Qingyue Peak and Tianxuan Sect followed behind them.

Shen Yubai's face was full of resentment as he stared at the child's back, murderous intent burning in his eyes.

But he also knew that this was not a good time to lose his temper, so he had to suppress his emotions temporarily.

Everyone followed the little boy through a spiritual formation, and the world suddenly changed.

A surge of spiritual energy came towards him, sweeping over like a wave. The surrounding mountains and rivers flowed endlessly like colored glass. A red sun hung in the sky, illuminating the entire world like daylight.

This place is a spiritual realm like a paradise.

In the distant mountains, countless figures of cultivators can be vaguely seen. Some of them are sitting cross-legged in meditation, some are tempering their bodies under the waterfall, and some are sitting cross-legged beside the spiritual field to comprehend the meaning of Tao.

"That is..."

Lin Qingxuan took a look and could hardly believe her eyes.

She saw several familiar figures, who were none other than the senior brothers and sisters from the previous generations of Tianxuan Sect who had disappeared!

She no longer cared about the others. She stomped her feet and flew out, landing in front of those people and said excitedly, "Senior Sister, Junior Brother, it's you? You're still alive! Then why didn't you return to Tianxuan Sect all these years?"

When those people saw her, they smiled and nodded.

"Qingxuan, we stayed here voluntarily."

"You're staying here voluntarily?" Lin Qingxuan was stunned. "Aren't you trapped here?"

A female cultivator in a silver-blue robe smiled and explained, "The spiritual energy here is a hundred times richer than outside. The gains from practicing for a day are far greater than those gained in ten or a hundred days outside. We just want to practice for a while before leaving."

Another person also said: "This little boy not only did not make things difficult for us, but also gave us a magical medicine. He also advised us not to stay too long, so as not to worry our relatives and friends outside, but we really don't want to leave here."

Lin Qingxuan was speechless for a moment, turned to look at the little boy, and her face felt a little hot.

After the misunderstanding was cleared up, everyone who had been wary of the child finally let down their guard.

"The spiritual energy here is so rich. I've only been here for less than an hour, and I feel like I'm about to break through the bottleneck!"

"Oh my god, I might not have made such progress even after three years of seclusion!"

"Hahaha, I'm going to train him here for hundreds of years!"

Those disciples who had muttered that Ye Zhao was mentally ill on the way also came forward to apologize.

"Master Ye Feng, I'm so sorry, we shouldn't have said that before..."

"We are short-sighted. From now on, if you say east, we will never go west!"

These people spoke in an enthusiastic tone, as if they couldn't wait to cling to Ye Zhao, but Ye Zhao couldn't be happy.

She looked at the early cultivator who had already become famous but was hiding in a secret realm to practice and refused to leave not far away, with a dark look in her eyes.

…

Shen Yubai also saw the person he wanted to see.

It was a woman in a blue and white dress, sitting quietly on a spiritual stone, holding an ancient book in her hand, her black hair was blown by the wind, and her eyebrows and eyes were as calm as ever.

He took a few steps closer, thinking it was an illusion.

"Luo, Fairy Luo, you...why are you here?"

Luo Yinsheng looked up at him.

Shen Yubai's throat tightened and his voice was a little hoarse: "You weren't... weren't you murdered?"

Luo Yinsheng smiled and said, "I have never been killed. I just accidentally came here and found that the efficiency of cultivation here is much better than that in the outside world, so I stayed here."

Shen Yubai's eyes were stunned.

Suddenly I remembered Ye Zhao's advice to me.

In his previous life, he thought he was avenging Luo Yinsheng, but he ended up killing an innocent person.

But this shame did not last long.

Countless spiritual herbs and fruits floated before my eyes, various spiritual pills were scattered among the spiritual springs and valleys, and immortal birds and beasts flew around...

Shen Yubai saw a golden elixir hanging on a colorful vine, which made his mouth dry.

That is the Yuan Dan, which is hard to come by in the outside world. Legend has it that it can help a Jindan-stage cultivator to reach the Yuanying stage, let alone a cultivator like him who is still in the Qi training stage!

He carefully took the elixir, swallowed it, sat cross-legged, and began to practice his mental skills.

The bottleneck of the fourth level of "The True Art of Capturing the Soul" has been bothering him for a long time. If he can break through it here, he will soar into the sky!

Spiritual energy poured into his body like a river, causing his tendons and veins to ache slightly. There was a loud bang in his dantian, and he successfully advanced from the third level of the Soul-Capture Technique to the fourth level.

"It succeeded...it really worked..."

He was about to be ecstatic when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The spiritual energy in the body was wandering around in disorder, the qi sea was burning hot like fire, and the bones were making crackling sounds.

"What's going on..." He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

It is shriveled and wrinkled, like old tree bark baked by the scorching sun.

He felt a chill on the back of his head and reached out to touch...

Hands full of silver.

"Hair...what's wrong with my hair..."

He got up in horror and saw his own appearance in the spiritual spring not far away.

His face was like the dead branches of an old tree, his black hair had all faded away and turned into pale and dull silver threads, his lips were pale and his eye sockets were sunken, he looked like neither human nor ghost.

“Ahhhhhhhh!!”

He let out a loud, shrill cry.

Everyone looked over and gasped.

"How did he become like this?!"

Shen Yubai squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, howling in pain.

As the spiritual energy in his body became more and more disordered, Shen Yubai's cries of pain gradually turned into low and hoarse sounds, as if something was strangling his throat.

The next moment, he fell straight to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, his limbs stiff and his eyes rolled back.

He forced himself to get up, and strange black and purple blood vessels appeared on both sides of his cheeks, wriggling like earthworms and moving freely under his skin.

The strangest thing was his body, which twisted as if controlled by invisible threads, and his movements were strangely agile, as if he was no longer in control of it.

"I... this is happening to me..." Shen Yubai murmured in a nearly broken voice, but two fangs had grown from his gums, making his speech unclear.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock, and took several steps back. Some disciples cried out in fear, "He... has he gone astray?"

"How did it become like this... It's so ugly!"

"Oh my god...it's really disgusting."

There was even a young disciple who was so scared that he burst into tears.

Ye Zhao stood aside, watching the scene coldly, with even a hint of interest in his eyes.

In their previous life, after Shen Yubai and the others had achieved success in cultivation one after another, Ye Wange came over eagerly.

She had long noticed Ye Wange's true intentions, so she repeatedly warned them to be on guard against Ye Wange.

But not only did they not believe it, they also accused her of being vicious and deliberately slandering Ye Wange's reputation.

Until her death, they firmly believed that Ye Wange would never harm them.

So Ye Zhao was not surprised at all when Shen Yubai practiced the martial arts that Ye Wange gave him after his rebirth.

It’s a pity that after today, Shen Yubai’s dream will probably be completely over.