Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Evil Intentions

The extreme sea of ​​suffering.

Seeing the sea of ​​suffering firsthand, Ye Nanque was deeply moved. No matter how much the books described how transcendent and otherworldly it was, it couldn't compare to experiencing it in person. It was deserted, yet it didn't evoke a sense of panic; instead, it brought a sense of peace.

This was also what Ye Nanque had planned. He and Mu Jiulin had a great chance of defeating Chou Song, but being able to quickly escape from Wanku Valley during the critical period after getting rid of Chou Song was a problem.

But this problem is not a problem in front of Mu Jiulin. He has the ability to enter the extreme sea of ​​suffering at any time. If he relies on Mu Jiulin's help, he can not only escape but also find a place for himself to refine his soul in peace.

Ye Nanque was meditating, continuing to fight against the soul of Chou Song in his body, but Mu Jiulin sat down behind him, put his hands on his back, and poured spiritual power into his body without hesitation, trying to break open the orifice he had just sealed.

Ye Nanque broke free from his hand: "What are you going to do?"

Mu Jiulin's face showed worry: "Brother, the most urgent thing is to separate Chou Song's soul from your body."

Ye Nanque's brows furrowed. "Don't meddle with me. I have my own way."

Mu Jiulin was silent. When he spoke again, his voice was much deeper and low, as if he was suppressing something: "Your method is to use Chou Song's power for your own benefit? Brother, do you... know what you are doing? Why are you..."

Ye Nanque immediately stood up and said, "Since you don't want to help me, just send me out. I will find a quiet place by myself and won't offend an upright person like you."

"You know that's not what I meant!"

It sounded like a low growl, or like a trapped animal seeking comfort. For a moment, Ye Nanque was frightened by Mu Jiulin's tone. He stood there in a daze until Mu Jiulin quickly reacted and grabbed his wrist, then softened his attitude: "I don't mean to be mean to you, Brother, I just... I'm just worried about you..."

Worried that he would be trapped by his own desires again and again, worried that he would go astray, worried that he would not be able to turn back, worried that he would eventually become unrecognizable.

Ye Nanque felt his hands were wet. He looked down and saw one drop, two drops, three drops... of water continuously dripping onto his hands.

Mu Jiulin is crying?

...Why is Mu Jiulin crying?

...Even if he was going astray, what did it have to do with Mu Jiulin? Was the protagonist too upright to tolerate being angered by him and crying?

Ye Nanque almost forgot about acting and subconsciously wanted to pat his shoulder to comfort him.

What's there to cry about? You are the protagonist. The protagonist is very powerful. Even if you have a disappointing senior brother like him, you will not be affected.

Before he could move, Mu Jiulin raised his head first, his eyes becoming much more resolute. Although his eyes were still red, he seemed to have made a decision. "When I was in the most pain, it was you who stayed by my side. Now that you have been blinded and made the wrong decision, it is my turn to help you correct it. Even if you hate me for stopping you now, it is better than regretting what you are doing now in the future."

As he spoke, one hand suddenly grabbed Ye Nanque's wrist and the other hand pressed against his forehead. Ye Nanque felt an irresistible pulling force that made him unable to move. Just as he was about to ask Mu Jiulin what he was doing, he felt pain all over his body.

This kind of pain was like being skinned alive, and it was not a quick pain, but the skin was peeled off inch by inch. Even with the support of the system, Ye Nanque could not help but howl. He struggled under Mu Jiulin's hands, but could not break free. He felt like he had walked through a wok of oil.

Mu Jiulin's eyes were red again, but his hands kept moving. "Bear with it, Brother. When I extract Chosong's consciousness, I will give you all my spiritual power as compensation. Brother, you just want to become stronger. You can use anyone's power. Then use mine. I am willing to give you whatever you want. Even if it means giving up my entire cultivation, I will definitely let you get what you want. But not Chosong's."

Ye Nanque knew what Mu Jiulin had been saying, but he really couldn't hear clearly now. He was in so much pain that his ears were ringing and his eyes were dizzy, and he was sweating all over. If he hadn't been controlled by Mu Jiulin, he would have rolled on the ground.

"Mu Jiulin! Mu Jiulin!" He screamed, "Please spare me, please spare me! Don't... don't go on!"

Mu Jiulin was so cruel. He had never felt so much pain since he entered the book.

Ye Nanque screamed again, spewing out broken pleading words: "I was wrong, please don't...please don't."

The next second, Ye Nanque's voice stopped abruptly. The pain of having his soul almost pulled out was far beyond what he could bear. It made him dizzy and see stars.

Mu Jiulin was so shocked when he touched his soul that he stopped, unable to believe what he had tested.

He thought that he could quickly extract Chosong's soul, but because Ye Nanque had used the Burning Body Technique before, almost half of Chosong's consciousness was integrated into his soul, and separating the consciousness became almost impossible, unless Ye Nanque's soul was extracted together. But in that case, Ye Nanque, who had lost his soul, would become crazy and stupid.

As soon as Mu Jiulin let go, Ye Nanque bounced away.

It's eight feet away.

Mu Jiulin took a step forward: "Senior Brother."

Ye Nanque took a step back: "...Don't come over."

Mu Jiulin choked up.

Ye Nanque was in a complicated mood, but he didn't dare to get any closer. He whispered, "Let me out."

Before Mu Jiulin could answer, a voice rang out from the horizon: "Letting you go would be like letting a tiger return to the mountains. You have evil intentions, and your soul has merged with Chou Song. If you succeed, it will surely bring disaster to Jiuzhou. Today, I will be the villain."

The source of the voice could not be seen, but every word carried a sense of oppression. After hearing it, Ye Nanque felt that he could not stand steadily, and he staggered and vomited blood.

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Ye Nanque was too busy to care about reader satisfaction now. If he guessed correctly, the person who was speaking should be the Great Master of Eternal Life.

How could I have offended the Great Master of Eternal Life?

Ye Nanque retreated while complaining in his heart, but this was the extreme realm of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the territory of the Shura Sect, and the Great Master Changsheng was everywhere. Where could he retreat to?

The remaining Chu Song spirit in his body was still mocking him: "It's only just begun, and already so many people can't tolerate you, Ye Nanque. You've schemed so hard that you've brought yourself to such a desperate end."

Ye Nanque had a severe headache, and his tone became worse, sounding a bit angry: "Shut up, shut up."

A beam of white light struck down from the sky like lightning, heading straight for Ye Nanque. He was unable to spare any time and thought he could only take the blow. Suddenly, his eyes darkened and a figure stood in front of him, blocking the attack for him.

Mu Jiulin.

He hadn't been in a state of distress during the fight with Chou Song, but now, as if he could no longer hold on, he bent one knee to support his body, saying, "Senior, it was just a momentary slip of the mind. Give him some more time, and he'll figure it out. Please let him go."

A faint sigh could be heard: "Mu Jiulin, during the year you were in the extreme state of the Bitter Sea, I repeatedly urged you to join my Shura Sect. With your talent, you are most suitable for quiet and hard training. But you said that your past karma was not over yet. You only see one person in Mirror Lake every day, and no one else. I won't force you. But if that person is him, I can only urge you to wake up."

"Just as I was unable to persuade you to change your mind back then, what I am going to do today is for the benefit of all people in the world, and I will not change my mind because of you."

Ye Nanque listened to the words intermittently, and before his confused mind could figure out the meaning of these words, Mu Jiulin had already stood up and said to the sky: "I will personally apologize to you in the future for my sins today."

Amidst the thunderous pursuit, Mu Jiulin lifted Ye Nanque with one hand. Those thunder strikes were supposed to target Ye Nanque, but because Mu Jiulin could block them, almost every one of them hit him.

Ye Nanque vaguely remembered that this was the Shura Sect's top magic, Heavenly Punishment.

Heaven's punishment, who was it for? Him or Mu Jiulin? Now it seemed that it was no longer clear.

Ye Nanque glanced at Mu Jiulin sideways. Mu Jiulin was taking him away with an extremely serious expression. He looked completely different from the boy with baby fat on his face. But from some angles, he looked very similar.

Ye Nanque's mind was in a mess and he felt tired. Although he was clearly running for his life, he felt quite at ease.

He tilted his head, leaned on Mu Jiulin's shoulder, and whispered: "I want to go back to the Yu Jian Sect, I want to go back."