Chapter 44 Chapter 44 I'll do this kind of physical work...

During the fight, Ye Nanque suddenly felt dizzy and his ears tinnitus. Through the tinnitus, he heard a call similar to the Buddhist chant. Seeing that he was not in a good state, Mu Jiulin helped him up: "Brother, are you okay?"

Ye Nanque was about to say it was all right, but when he looked at Mu Jiulin, he noticed the wing behind him shift and change, automatically making way for a narrow passage, as if deliberately luring him through. The others seemed completely oblivious, still absorbed in the fight, and only he could see the narrow passage.

Ye Nanque smiled at Mu Jiulin and then did something he hadn't expected. With a single sword stroke, he severed their sleeves and launched himself into the narrow passage.

Only after the body has made these movements does the consciousness realize what it is doing.

He cried to death, but Chou Song still loved summoning people as much as before.

The narrow passage was damp and chilly, sticky beneath his feet. It felt similar to the feeling he'd had when he'd visited the Dark River Chamber, yet also different. This passage was dark and narrow, with no end in sight, and the chill biting to the bone. Especially after the monsters he'd just experienced, this passage shouldn't theoretically be monster-free.

But it's just in theory after all.

Ye Nanque: [Everyone, please say something.]

System: [Heh, only at times like this do you think of me. Are you scared?]

Ye Nanque: [Haha, nonsense, you don’t know my nickname is Ye Dadan.]

System: [If you're not scared, why are your legs shaking?]

Ye Nanque: [Because I'm cold.]

System: [If you're not scared, why did your voice change like this?]

Ye Nanque: [Actually, I'm a clamp.]

The system paused for a moment and said, "Then let me tell you a story."

Ye Nanque: [Okay, okay, what's the story?]

System: [Human/skin totem, bloody skull, or telling you not to look back in the middle of the night, which one do you want to hear?]

Ye Nanque: […You’re cuter when you keep your mouth shut.]

The system smiled evilly: [You are just scared.]

Ye Nanque was indeed a little bit scared, perhaps because of the things in those rooms just now.

This Chou Song is really something. He has turned the world of cultivation into an alien one. When he was reading the book, he didn't want to complain so much, but after experiencing it personally, he really wanted to beat Chou Song up.

Even though his legs were numb, he had to keep moving forward. As he walked, Ye Nanque almost tripped over something under his feet.

Ye Nanque: [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!]

System: [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!]

The two men howled at each other for a long time before realizing it was Xue Shaoyan beneath their feet, a comatose Xue Shaoyan. Ye Nanque checked his breathing and found nothing wrong, just unconscious. They walked a little further, encountering the disciples who had vanished in the maze. They had all been dragged here.

There was a red light in front, which looked very familiar. Ye Nanque stopped a few meters in front of the red light. The red light was emitted by Pei Feng who was lying on the throne. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and lying lazily on the throne, without a veil and with his eyes closed.

Ye Nanque whispered, "Chousong."

Pei Feng, who was sitting on the throne, laughed and opened his eyes: "You are really smart. You guessed who I am right away."

Ye Nanque: "That's because you don't even hide your demonic energy, and coincidentally, I've felt Chosong's demonic energy."

Pei Feng, also known as Chou Song, smiled gently: "More than that? You have more than just felt my demonic energy. Don't forget how I helped you in the past."

Ye Nanque was silent.

Chou Song: "No way, little immortal, are you going to burn your bridges and refuse to admit that you still owe me a favor?"

Ye Nanque: "How do you want me to repay you? I won't do anything that will harm the monks of the sect."

Chou Song: "Really? Why are you pretending to be righteous in front of me? We are essentially the same kind of people. Have you forgotten that we worked together very well in the past?"

Ye Nanque raised his head and frowned, clearly disgusted by Chosong's lumping the two of them together, yet unable to refute. Wuyin followed his master's mood and said, "I'm different from you. I don't have the habit of transforming cultivators into evil monsters."

"Ah, you're talking about that." Chou Song slowly opened his mouth. Ye Nanque didn't know if he had seen it wrong, but when Chou Song opened his mouth, the skin on both sides of his lips also cracked.

"Those are all failures, truly shameful. I once thought that cultivators' training was arduous and their progress was extremely slow, while the demons and devils, while naturally endowed with power, often produced a bunch of mindless idiots with no moral restraints, who delighted in harming others and often brought chaos to the world..."

He speaks as if he has moral constraints.

"So I wondered if we could combine the two, using the cultivator's body to carry the demon's power, taking only the advantages of each, what a beautiful scene of harmonious coexistence that would be."

…

I'm not afraid of Frankenstein doing bad things, I'm just afraid of him having ideals and ambitions. This kind of perverse and inhumane thing actually makes some sense when he says it.

"What a shame," Chosong smiled and shook his head. "There are many uncontrollable factors in the actual operation. A failed product is a failed product. It's too low quality. Since this path doesn't work, I'll give up."

The experimental vision is ambitious, but the experimental process is tortuous.

Ye Nanque saw clearly this time that when Chou Song spoke, the skin on his face moved abnormally, an expression not typical of a normal person, and there were many cracks on his skin, which was creepy when he looked closely.

Ye Nanque: "What's wrong with your face?"

Cho Song cast a light glance at me, "I've used this body for too long, too long. I only have a wisp of consciousness left in it, and it's almost broken. I captured your junior brother because I wanted his body, but he escaped."

Chou Song's eyes became more and more eager. Ye Nanque took a step back alertly: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't be so nervous. Our last collaboration was very pleasant, and I believe this time will be pleasant as well. I want this spiritual consciousness to return to the body of the demon world's Chou Song, but I'm too weak to go back on my own. I need help. I plan to leave this great opportunity to you."

This promotional tone made Ye Nanque subconsciously decline: "...Thank you, but no thanks."

Cho Song propped his chin up with his hand. "Actually, it's no use for you to refuse. The decision is mine. And I've already made two preparations. Even if you would rather die than obey, there are still many young cultivators' bodies out there. Although they are weaker than you, I can still use them reluctantly. Maybe I can find a suitable one."

...Then why are you saying all this? Just come straight to the point.

Chou Song: "You know I've always been kind and don't like to force things, so I still have to analyze the pros and cons with you. Even if I only have a trace of spiritual consciousness, I'm much stronger than you. Look at you, after not seeing you for such a long time, you're still a golden elixir. If I were in your body, with my power, your cultivation would definitely increase greatly. Whether it's Jiang Caiyu, Mu Jiulin, or that headmaster, you wouldn't have to be inferior to them anymore. It seems that you are helping me, but in fact, I am helping you."

Chou Song's sweet words completely grasped the original owner's psychology. This was indeed a piece of cake for Ye Nanque. Ye Nanque pretended to be softened in attitude according to the plot. He moved his lips but did not speak.

Chou Song patiently coaxed him, "What you've been seeking all your life is for others to look up to you. Don't you want Jiang Caiyu's approval? Don't you want everyone to submit to you? Help me send your consciousness back to the demon world. During this time, I will help you cultivate and teach you the methods of demon cultivation. Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Divine Transformation, and Tribulation... Breakthroughs are within your reach. This is a win-win situation."

"Come here," Chosong gently hooked his fingers, "Come to me."

Ye Nanque stepped forward, as if immersed in Chou Song's beautiful conception, his greed already showing. He walked in front of Chou Song and looked up at him. Chou Song smiled and lifted his chin, looking into his eyes, carefully examining Ye Nanque's face: "I really don't understand why those people from the sect only treat Mu Jiulin as a treasure, when there is obviously a more dazzling gem right before their eyes."

His eyes suddenly moved and narrowed: "The tail that can't be shaken off is coming, we have to hurry."

Just like when he was passing through the demonic energy in the Demon Prison, a light thing passed through Chou Song's eyes and entered Ye Nanque's eyes. This was Chou Song's spiritual consciousness.

Almost the moment this wisp of spiritual consciousness entered, Ye Nanque's Dantian was so hot that it was about to melt. Chou Song was right. Even with only a wisp of spiritual consciousness, he was much stronger than Ye Nanque. Ye Nanque's body was suddenly infused with this powerful spiritual consciousness, and it was difficult for him to bear it. He half-knelt on the ground and heard Chou Song's voice inside him: "Your body is rejecting me. You have to suppress it. Only then can you carry this wisp of my spiritual consciousness."

Ye Nanque placed his finger between his eyebrows, using a Qi technique to suppress the spiritual energy within his body. The Qi within him surged endlessly, like a kettle of boiling water pouring down. Ye Nanque felt unbearable pain, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

After an unknown amount of time, his vision went dark and he fell straight to the ground.

Everyone rushed into the secret passage and saw the previously missing disciples, but Ye Nanque was missing. Mu Jiulin anxiously searched all the way and finally saw Ye Nanque lying on the ground at the end of the road. He rushed forward regardless of everyone's gaze and hurriedly called out to Ye Nanque twice, but Ye Nanque didn't wake up, so he simply picked him up.

After picking him up, he saw a golden throne inlaid with gemstones in front of him, and lying on it was Pei Feng. However, this Pei Feng was no longer breathing, and his skin was cracked, which made him look particularly strange.

The Xuanzong elder said after a quick investigation: "Master Pei has reaped the fruits of his own actions. This situation must be a backlash."

Mu Jiulin didn't care what they were saying. He only felt at ease when he looked at Ye Nanque and listened to Ye Nanque's breathing.

Jiang Caiyu had noticed the two of them from just now. Mu Jiulin was once his disciple and Ye Nanque's junior brother. Although he knew that Ye Nanque was jealous, Mu Jiulin might not know it. It was understandable that he was closer to Ye Nanque than others. However, it would be better for the two of them to stay away from each other to avoid trouble.

Jiang Caiyu walked over and said, "Jiulin, leave him to me."

For some reason, when these words were spoken, Jiang Caiyu felt that Mu Jiulin suddenly became wary. When he looked up and saw that it was Jiang Caiyu, he put on a smile again.

But his hands didn't loosen at all, and he smiled: "Master, I will do this kind of physical work."