Chapter 474
But this is just the beginning.
When six of the seven accompanying disciples fell down inexplicably, Cang Shu felt completely disheartened.
He brought the last disciple out of the path of self-examination.
Someone beside him came flying on a sword, his robes fluttering. He glanced at the disciples who were barely breathing on the ground, then looked at Cang Shu who seemed to have aged a lot in just a stick of incense, and sighed, "We need to think about this matter carefully, don't act rashly and alert the enemy."
Canglan was naturally the snake that was likely to be alarmed.
"Host, I still don't recommend that you completely absorb the luck of those disciples. Otherwise, once someone notices it, you will likely be suspected." The system's soft voice appeared in Canglan's mind.
Canglan lowered his eyes and looked at the luck that he had seized from his palm and was constantly lingering and merging into his body. Hearing this, he sneered and said, "Don't worry, even if someone really doubts me, so what? Several disciples have died on the Sword Tomb Road of Inquiry. This matter was raised by Yunjin. Yunjin is one of the few people in the sect who can control the Road of Inquiry. She is the suspect who should be interrogated the most."
As long as Yun Jin cannot prove herself, these lives will always be her responsibility. He will then provide guidance to the Sword Sect disciples at the right time. Just words of doubt will be enough to erode some of Yun Jin's luck.
"She is the protagonist. If she weakens by one point, I will become twice as strong. This cycle will continue..."
"One day, the protagonist and this world will be nothing but dust and mud under my feet!"
The five-year-old child had a smug and gloomy look in his eyes, and he clenched the luck in his hands tightly, as if everything was under control.
Seeing how confident he was, the system, which had not interfered with the host's progress in the first place, fell silent again.
Canglan also closed his eyes and continued to absorb the few strands of luck in his hands that were enough to take him to a higher level.
One day later, Canglan frowned and looked at the servant who was bowing and answering him, and said in a deep voice: "What did you just say?"
The servant didn't understand why he was angry, but he still bowed respectfully again and replied in a low voice: "Reporting to the young master, there was indeed no conflict in the sect yesterday."
In fact, conflicts arise among sword cultivators every day, and drawing swords at every turn has become commonplace for them, so the conflicts during sword duels are not considered to be something worth mentioning in everyone's mind.
Canglan clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand. For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of uncontrollable uneasiness in his heart.
"Go down."
After sending away the servants, Canglan simply went out by himself.
Whenever he met disciples from the sect on the road, he would look worried and sad during the conversation. Under the surface of loss, he was going to visit several brothers and sisters who accompanied him back to the sect yesterday, and then subtly tell them about Yun Jin's "misunderstanding" of him and his ruthless punishment.
The Sword Sect disciples had naturally heard about what happened at the sect yesterday, but the one who gave the order was Saint Yunjin, the most admired powerful man in the hearts of all the Sword Sect disciples. What's more, every disciple had walked through the Road of Self-Reasoning when they entered the sect, so they did not think that there was anything wrong with Saint Yunjin's punishment.
Canglan was not in a hurry. He was just guiding them with words. If it didn't work once, he would try it twice. If it didn't work twice, he would try it day after day. After each time, there would always be people who became more and more hesitant. There would always be people who questioned. The power of rumors should never be underestimated.
Whenever he walked around in the sect, his good popularity was revealed. Almost everyone would say hello and chat with him, and some would even give him some small toys to entertain children. Canglan was very nice to every disciple. Even if he walked far away, he could vaguely hear disciples behind him sighing at his good temper and personality, which was unique in the sect.
Master...
Hearing these two words, Canglan's expression suddenly turned gloomy.
Although things returned to normal quickly, the resentment in my heart did not diminish in the slightest.
What is the so-called master's school?
Was it the master whom he only met once every five years, the eldest senior sister whom he had never seen before, the second senior brother who casually threw a bunch of rags at him after they met, or the third senior sister, Saint Yunjin, who was so high and mighty that she didn't give him any face and made his situation even more embarrassing? !
During these five years, apart from the title of being admitted to the master's sect, he had never received any preferential treatment from the master's sect.
This was completely different from what he had imagined. How could a proud man like Canglan endure the malice surging in his heart?
Therefore, several people in his master's sect, including the protagonist Yun Jin, were the ants that he secretly vowed to torture to death.
With a heart full of malice, Canglan learned that the disciples yesterday had not passed the Road of Self-examination and had been sent away from the sect by the outer sect deacons.
"Are you sure they have left?" Canglan asked this question with a somewhat aggressive tone.
The disciple who was asked looked surprised, but didn't mind his attitude and nodded affirmatively: "Of course, one of them is my cousin. I sent him to the sect last night and watched him leave with my own eyes. But he was really confused. How can we sword cultivators draw our swords against innocent and weak people..."
Canglan could no longer hear what was said afterwards.
He called out to the system in a cold voice, suppressing his uneasy anger and questioning it: "Why did those people not die on the road to self-examination, but instead left the Sword Sect safely even though I had drained away all their luck?!"
What went wrong here?!
The uneasiness in his heart made Canglan unable to pay attention to his surroundings, and he did not notice that there was anything wrong with the environment he was in or the person who was asking him questions.
"After testing, it was found that those Sword Sect disciples had indeed lost all their luck."
The system's answer was very official, which only aroused Canglan's rage. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and his voice was as cold as ice: "But the fact is that those people not only left the Road of Inquiry alive, but also walked out of the Sword Sect safely!!"
"Sorry, this matter is not within the scope of the system's detection. Please investigate the cause yourself."
At the moment after the system finished speaking, Canglan suddenly felt his hair stand on end. He raised his head abruptly and retreated quickly, but saw sword energy shooting towards him. There was no space around him for him to escape or hide.
"SYSTEM!!!" Canglan only had time to scream in his heart and ask the system to take him away from the deadly crisis.
In a flash, a transparent soul belonging to an adult male was wrapped in a ball of light and separated from the small body lying on the ground, piercing through countless murderous sword auras, and fled towards the sky.
Seeing that he was about to escape from danger, the soul finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to threaten the people below angrily: "If you can't kill me today, I will cut you into pieces later!!"
"Kongkong, bite it!!!"
A lively and childish voice sounded in his ears. He watched helplessly as the direction of the escape exit suddenly turned into another ball of light, which glowed and smashed towards him and the system with great momentum.
Having followed Mianmian in so many worlds, Yunkong dares to say that he is the best in the system world when it comes to fighting, and probably no system will refute that.
It first knocked the wild system and the thief's soul back into the sword formation. When the system was panicking and trying to escape to the other side, Yunkong had already smashed it again.
"Don't you dare buy cotton!!"
"It makes you want to steal Mianmian's things!!"
"You dare to act like a green tea girl in front of Mianmian's mother and make her feel disgusted!!"
"Bite you to death, smash you to death, and hammer you to death!!!"
During a series of attacks, Yun Jin first subconsciously covered Yun Mian's eyes, but then felt something was wrong and covered the child's ears with her backhand.
The little girl who was helplessly covered by her was essentially a restless little bandit. Not only did she not think Yunkong was too fierce, but she held her mother's hand and cheered for Yunkong loudly.
Facing the teasing looks from the sect master and fellow brothers and sisters, Yun Jin maintained an unchanged expression but withdrew his futile hands.
However, at this time, Yunkong, who was very experienced in combat, had already won a great victory.
Lin Chenfeng trapped the soul that was originally protected by the system's light ball. The little girl who was originally excited to watch the fun ran straight to the child who fell in the center of the sword formation.
As she ran, the disciple who was originally talking to Canglan disappeared bit by bit, and finally turned into a black cat that jumped onto Yunjin's shoulder, wagging its tail.
The surrounding scenery also kept changing at the same time, and finally turned into a deserted wasteland.
After Yun Mian approached, the mirage beast with a dragon head and a snake body moved and climbed up her other arm, and finally shrank into a long and slender jade bracelet with a snake tail in its mouth, which she wore on her wrist.
"Is he still breathing?" Yun Mian used puppet strings to tie up the motionless child on the ground and lifted him up. She used her slender fingers to check the child's breath, just like she had seen in TV dramas before.
After searching for a long time, she looked up blankly and asked Yunkong who was waiting with bated breath: "Kongkong, I asked you a question, why don't you answer it?"
A question mark slowly appeared on Yunkong's light ball: "Aren't you exploring?"
Yunmian smiled shyly: "I'm just trying~"
This hasn't been tried out.
Yunkong: “…”
Helplessly, I gave this unfortunate kid an advanced soul-searching test.
During this period, the worried couple outside the illusion also ran over, and other elders and others also approached to know if the child could be saved.
With their abilities, they could detect with their spiritual sense alone that the child was indeed breathing weakly at this moment, but... his sea of spiritual sense seemed empty, and there was no soul.
The faint sobbing sounds beside her ears made Yun Mian unconsciously let go of the child and handed the child to Aunt Bai Su who was crying.
She stood up and stood aside, staring blankly at her aunt who was hugging Canglan's body and sobbing while waiting for Yunkong to conduct the test.
She seemed to see her mother.
The mother stayed by the bedside day and night, and finally broke down, crying, and knelt down to kowtow to the doctor.
After falling into the glacier on a dark winter night, the mother struggled to turn her blood and love into a ball of cotton.
And... there are so many different kinds of mothers.
Yunmian suddenly became a little curious. When they cried while holding their children, were their tears equally bitter and sad?
What went through their minds when they lost their children or had to leave them behind?
Yun Mian turned around and saw Yun Jin standing at the outermost circle of the crowd. He did not look worried or anxious, but rather calm and indifferent, as if he was not an ordinary person in this world.
Yunmian suddenly pushed through the crowd and ran towards her.
Then, under her puzzled gaze, he ran over and hugged her waist tightly.
"Mom, I want to learn sword from you."
Learn the ruthless sword, overcome the calamity of love, and become an immortal in this world.
Mianmian: You don’t understand. When you are a villain, you can’t talk too much.
Canglan: ...Pooh!
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine:
1 floating life;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
Insolent 114 bottles;
Ye Xiuxiuxiuxiu 20 bottles;
4 bottles of Xing Ya;
Weeds, 2 bottles of Yansisheng;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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