Another half month has passed.
Just as Wen Shanbai was about to enter a new realm, Yan Li was once again sent a dream by Fuyun, a rare occurrence.
"Yanzi, what are you doing? How could you teach him immortal techniques?" In the dream, Fuyun held her head, squatted on the ground, and asked in utter despair.
He kept muttering to himself:
How could you do this? How could you do this...
Upon seeing Fuyun, Yan Li was momentarily stunned, her only instinctive response being, "Why not?"
What's wrong with teaching Wen Shan Bai Xian Fa?
He was quite talented. Putting aside certain aspects, if he had lived a few decades or a hundred years earlier, he might very well have become a world-renowned figure.
It's a pity they're trapped in this abyss, with no one to guide them.
Now that she's teaching him, it's not like his talent has been wasted.
Seeing the regretful look on Yan Li's face, Fu Yun continued to break down: "Yan Zi, you've really been blinded by him, deceived by him!"
"You can teach anyone in this world, but not him."
Besides, he doesn't need her to teach him at all. He's obviously playing dumb to fool his little Yan Li into spending her time on him.
A cunning man!
Then, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly asked before Yan Li could refute him:
Have you ever considered his true identity?
"Have you ever wondered why he was able to comprehend immortal techniques so quickly?"
As Fuyun finished speaking, the previously peaceful dream was suddenly shrouded in mist, and Yan Li's vision began to blur.
My mind gradually became blurry, and I felt drowsy.
Seeing this, Fuyun quickly cast a spell, waving his sleeve to barely stabilize him.
Meanwhile, outside the dream world, Wen Shanbai, who was lying beside Yan Li, had opened his eyes at some point. He looked at Yan Li in front of him, his eyes growing darker.
Why must you take her away?
A power that did not belong to the righteous fluctuated at his fingertips. Looking at the sleeping Yan Li, he pondered whether or not to let that secret be revealed.
Outside the cave, the wind howled, and the monsters hiding in the shadows began to tremble.
After a long while, silence returned.
In the dream, Yan Li, who noticed nothing amiss, frowned slightly, but her voice remained steady:
"Does Master know?"
Yan Li's curiosity was piqued when she realized that Fu Yun knew something.
"I know, how could I not know? Back then, he was just a rogue cultivator, but he overshadowed the names of all the chosen ones."
A few days ago, Fuyun wasn't sure if the person he saw that day was him. After returning home, he put in a lot of effort and checked, and he was now completely certain.
He did not die when he was sealed in the abyss.
It was even connected to the abyss, and the sealed evil dragon was also continuously supplying power.
"He should have been living a life of unparalleled glory." A hint of melancholy lingered in Fuyun's voice as he slowly stood up, his eyes seemingly swirling with a thousand complex emotions, difficult to articulate.
"Countless sects were vying for him, even offering various treasures to keep him in their sects, but he..." was a freak.
"Master, you want to too?" Yan Li asked curiously before Fu Yun could finish speaking. In her heart, Fu Yun had always been a person who cherished talent.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yun paused, stroked his beard, seemingly lost in some memory, and only spoke after a long while:
"Back then, your master was a carefree hermit, and he had no interest in taking on disciples. However, his legends were everywhere in the martial arts world, and I couldn't help but hear about them."
Fu Yun wasn't lying about that.
When he was traveling, he had no intention of taking on any apprentices, but wherever he went, he would hear people talking about this genius boy.
Some even speculated that he would eventually be taken in as a close disciple by some powerful figure.
He heard it so much that he naturally absorbed some of it.
Those years were the most carefree days of his life, with the sky as his blanket and the earth as his bed, without a care in the world, and a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
"So Master has never seen him?"
Yan Li frowned slightly, unable to help but wonder what the mortal realm was like when Wen Shanbai was still outside the abyss.
According to her master, no matter how bad Wen Shanbai was in the later stages, he still had the strength to enter the immortal sect. How could he have fallen into a dark and sunless abyss, with no spiritual power and his physical constitution becoming extremely ordinary?
Even when I first met him, he looked like he didn't have much time left.
"No, not really. Even if he is talented, I am not bad either. At most, I am amazed that there are so many talented people in the mortal world. A rogue cultivator, without a sect or school, actually has the strength to ascend to heaven."
Yan Li: "..."
Her master is as narcissistic as ever!
“But all of that is in the past,” Fu Yun sighed, looking at the stunned Yan Li. After a moment, she chose to tell the truth:
"Later, he betrayed the immortal sect and entered the demonic path, cultivating evil arts. If it weren't for the joint efforts of the major immortal sects to suppress him, the mortal realm would have been plunged into chaos."
“Yanzi, you are now teaching him immortal techniques and helping him rebuild his physical constitution. This is tantamount to releasing a tiger back into the mountains, and you will eventually suffer a backlash.”
Yan Li's fingertips trembled slightly.
To enter the demonic path and practice evil arts?
Suppression?
I could understand each word individually, but when strung together, they sounded completely unfamiliar.
Yan Li's mind was filled with Wen Shanbai's pitiful appearance once again, completely unable to imagine how he had slaughtered everyone outside the abyss.
Outside the dream, Wen Shanbai, seeing her brows begin to furrow, imitated her and touched her brow.
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