Chapter 71: Rebellion against the Immortals (Twelve) “I can help the Immortal Lord to capture Ming Yaogu…
"I don't want to cultivate anymore."
After walking for about an hour, Mingyao was almost vomiting, and Yan Chen finally stopped.
The crowd was bustling, and she and Yan Chen walked against the flow, Yan Chen pushing through the crowd in front. Mingyao tried to find an excuse to rest, but she couldn't find one. She could only pant, with Yan Chen holding her wrist tightly, walking on the endless road.
The bluestone slabs turned into mud, and the shadows of the trees cast a cool shade. Yan Chen finally stopped.
Didn't you say you'd be here later? Mingyao leaned against the tree trunk, thinking of Xuanxiu.
After walking briskly for an hour under the scorching sun, her temples were tense and painful.
Mingyao was feeling unwell and the weather was too hot, so she missed Yan Chen's whisper.
I just saw her open her mouth.
"What did you say?" Mingyao couldn't stand any longer and squatted down, his vision blurry. "I didn't hear you clearly."
"...Nothing." Yan Chen was silent for a moment, and did not repeat what he had just said, "We've rested enough, let's go back."
What? Mingyao felt that Yan Chen was playing a trick on her.
She didn't want to take another step, and she didn't want to follow Yan Chen in flying the sword. Her style was too wild, so she waved her hand and said, "You go first. I'll wait for Miaomiao to pick me up."
"Miao Miao?" It seemed like he hadn't mentioned this person in a while. Yan Chen was stunned for a few breaths before he dug up the corresponding person from his memory. "Your husband."
"I actually forgot that you were married."
Ming Yao sneered. Not to mention her, she herself often forgot that she and Xuanxiu were in a fake husband-and-wife relationship.
"Then will Ayao also practice dual cultivation with him?" Yan Chen said a little more than before.
Cough cough, Mingyao's throat was a little dry and itchy after walking all the way. Hearing Yan Chen's words, he laughed and agreed: "Of course."
"We're a couple, haha."
Ming Yao emphasized this point without any hesitation, scratched his head, and brought the topic to Xianshu: "Did you and Xianshu have a fight?"
Newly married couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed.
How could someone run out in anger so early in the morning? Something important must have happened.
Yan Chen didn't respond to her words, but lowered his head to his hands: "Dual cultivation, double cultivation, sleeping on the same bed, harmonious music, hand in hand with each other is a pair, what if the path you seek is different?"
"Quick! Get out of the way!"
Before Mingyao could comment on Yan Chen's feelings—
In the spacious and open space, several water arrows shot towards them unexpectedly. One of the particularly sharp arrows just grazed Mingyao's cheek, while the rest were aimed at her and Yan Chen's vital points.
Fortunately, she still had the toad given by Xuanxiu with her, and although she was in a panic, she was still safe.
Yan Chen was not so lucky. He was hit by an arrow in the arm and his leg was also injured. Bai Bu Ran Chen's long clothes were stained red with blood.
"It's a traitorous immortal."
Yan Chen recognized it.
Mingyao looked around and quickly found a slightly thicker tree trunk to hide behind. The immortal power in the toad covered her, temporarily able to resist the attacks of those rebellious immortals.
Yan Chen was not so lucky. Those rebellious immortals were targeting her more. After just ten moves, her body was covered in blood.
Even though Mingyao knew that Yan Chen would not die here because of what happened in the future, he was still terrified.
Why are there rebellious immortals here?
Ming Yao frowned. His five senses were fully present in the ten mirrors. If he were to be injured by a traitorous immortal, he wouldn't die, but he would certainly feel pain. He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, muttering to himself, "Are these immortal mountain cultivators so mentally fragile? If they can't break the mirror, will they become traitors and kill people?"
She looked into the distance.
Just like the ones in the Immortal Temple before, these rebellious immortals are more like immortals than Miaomiao. Miaomiao still has some human aura, but these people in front of him are wrapped in clouds and mist, ethereal and floating, and the exquisite accessories collide with each other and make a crisp and ethereal sound.
It makes Yan Chen look like a fake.
Mingyao remained motionless. She didn't speak rashly, nor did she go to help Yan Chen. With her limited skills, she was lucky not to cause more trouble. Besides, since this matter had already happened, it was best not to interfere.
Sure enough, as she became quieter, the attacks on her gradually became less and less, as if they were forgetting about her.
Meanwhile, Yan Chen had completely lost the strength to resist. She half-knelt on the ground, her breath almost gone, her hair disheveled. Worse still, at this moment, she looked as if she had no will to live.
The problems that Mingyao could see naturally could not escape the eyes of those rebellious immortals.
They came together, surrounded Yan Chen, and chattered: "Oh my, we killed the wrong person, we killed the wrong person, she has already planted the seeds of defection, she has our scent on her."
"She will become one of our kind, the same kind."
"We can't kill our own kind."
"That's right."
Their voices were so treacherous and sinister that Mingyao got goosebumps.
Yan Chen still had a breath left. She raised her head, her eyes calm. There was no hatred for the traitorous immortal as before, nor was there any sadness and nostalgia for the end of her life.
She seemed to have something to ask, but as soon as she opened her mouth, blood gushed out. She swallowed it back, enduring the pain that surged through her body. A hint of determination flashed in her eyes as she asked word for word—
"Tell me, according to the laws of heaven, only one person can ascend to heaven every thousand years, and the rest of the disciples are doomed to perish. Is this true?"
"You were unwilling to perish, so you defected from the Immortal Mountain? And became a traitor to the Immortal?"
A thousand years, and one person ascends to heaven?
Mingyao was squatting behind a tree and just happened to hear it.
As for ascension, she suspected it was related to her return home, so she naturally listened carefully.
Hearing Yan Chen's question, he pondered secretly that although there were only a few people who ascended to the immortal mountain in later generations, it did not seem to be as long as one person every thousand years.
If there really is such a saying that only one person can get this position in a thousand years, I believe that everyone in the Immortal Mountain would break their heads to fight for this position. Most cultivators cultivate themselves but not their minds. If their fellow disciples harm each other and killings occur frequently, it will be a disaster.
However, the reason why Xianshu massacred his fellow disciples that night does make sense.
Over there, the group of rebellious immortals who were circling around Yan Chen suddenly fell silent. They tilted their heads, as if they didn't understand what Yan Chen was saying. Their facial features seemed to have been erased, and their faces were blurred.
Despite this, it was still possible to tell that their eyes were all staring straight in the direction of Yan Chen.
Mingyao shuddered.
They stared at Yan Chen for a long time before muttering, "Defection, defection, damn it, damn it."
These strange rebellious immortals did not answer Yan Chen's question, but only repeated these two words dully.
Mingyao felt a headache after hearing this. She looked at Yan Chen who was lying on the ground. She didn't know when she had also fallen to the ground. She was breathing more than breathing in.
The group of rebellious immortals also seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Yan Chen.
They stopped whispering and gathered around Yan Chen in groups, discussing solutions.
"Save her, we have to save her."
"She can become a vengeful spirit. Only by becoming a vengeful spirit can she overthrow them."
The voice is narrow and sharp.
Mingyao raised his hands to cover his ears, but his eyes were unconsciously fixed on the group of rebellious immortals. He couldn't move away and didn't realize that the toad around his neck was already burning hot.
The scene was not pretty.
A group of rebellious fairies undressed, revealing their snow-white bodies, while humming a ballad that Mingyao was quite familiar with. She listened for a long time and finally recognized that it was the song that Chu Ji had sung in Shuangli Town.
After humming the song over and over again.
Yan Chen completely fainted.
The rebel immortal also took off his clothes.
It was all white, and Mingyao felt repulsed in her heart, thinking she was a pervert. At the same time, there was a mosquito-like voice constantly tempting her in her ears, making it difficult for her to look away.
These rebellious immortals sighed in unison, their voices soft, yet carrying the sharp resentment of evil spirits—
"She is our hope."
The words fell.
A bright light came from nowhere and cut off their heads at the same time. Blood splattered everywhere and gathered together, flowing towards Yan Chen.
Mingyao looked at this bloody scene, but his mind gradually became distracted.
She was so sleepy that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.
Until a loud shout—"Mingyao!"
The sound was so loud that it almost pierced her eardrums. The moment she suddenly woke up, she felt a sharp pain at the tip of her neck.
Who strangled her?
Just before she suffocated, she let out a breath, and the blood color in front of her eyes gradually faded. It took her a long time to recognize the person who came.
Why is your expression so ugly? She raised her hand and poked his face. Her mind was groggy and she had no rationality at all. She could only rely on instinct to ask questions.
"...Miao...Miao..." Her voice was terribly hoarse, "What's going on?"
She lay in Xuanxiu's arms, her hands and feet weak, sweating and tired.
Xuanxiu pursed his lips and said nothing.
"You fell into the trap of the rebellious immortals, were summoned by them, and fainted in front of the immortal temple. Are you okay?" The gentle female voice beside him explained clearly when he saw the situation.
Chu Dianqing, why is she here again?
Mingyao opened her mouth, but ultimately chose not to say anything more. The bloody scene from before was still lingering in her mind, and her rationality had not yet returned, making her brain a little dull and unable to recover.
She was a little confused about what Chu Dianqing said.
After resting for a while, she remembered to go and check on Yan Chen.
Holding Xuanxiu's hand, she tried to sit up from his embrace, but just when she was halfway up——
"Don't move."
The immortal power was involved, bringing the voice of Xuanxiu.
Mingyao subconsciously paused and looked up at Xuanxiu.
This seemed to be the first time I saw him with a cold face.
Are you angry?
Who are you angry with?
Mingyao thought about it over and over again, but couldn't come up with an answer. His mind was tense and aching, so he stopped torturing himself.
He stared at the cold face of Immortal Lord Miaomiao in a trance.
I started laughing as I watched.
The cold face is also very good-looking.
Her laughter softened Immortal Lord Miaomiao's features, revealing a hint of helplessness: "You're injured, why are you still laughing?"
Mingyao said nothing. She hadn't seen enough of the cold-faced handsome guy yet, so she was very dissatisfied: "Don't laugh."
She squeezed Xuanxiu's face seriously and said, "You look better without smiling."
As soon as the words fell, Ming Yao didn't feel anything was wrong. Seeing the face of the person in front of him turned cold again, he felt satisfied in his heart.
Good and obedient.
Good obedient children should be rewarded. She curled the corners of her lips, but before she could act, the obedient immortal asked her a question - "Who are you looking at through my face, Ayao?"
Mingyao's mind was still frozen, and Xuanxiu's words were mumbling in her mind.
Don't deal with problems that can't be dealt with. Mingyao immediately put Xuanxiu's question behind his mind.
He reached out and patted Xuanxiu's face, kissing him several times like he was kissing a friend's pet.
Forehead, brow, cheeks, and corners of lips——
I rubbed his head again and touched his smooth and slightly cool long hair. It felt like silk and felt really good.
Then Mingyao sighed with satisfaction: "It's so beautiful, Miaomiao."
This time the Immortal King became frozen like a stone statue.
The anger in his body gradually subsided, and he no longer tried to stop Mingyao from leaving his arms.
When Mingyao's back disappeared from sight——
"Miaomiao Immortal Lord, long time no see. It seems you've been getting along very well with Miss Mingyao these days. I'm so grateful to Miss Mingyao today. Otherwise, the Immortal Lord's anger would have fallen on me, right?"
"Chu Dianqing" who was standing next to him showed a relaxed smile on his face and looked at Xuanxiu. Although it was a guess, he spoke with certainty.
"Does the Immortal Lord still remember me?"
"That day, Miss Mingyao died. It was me who told you how to wield your immortal power. You were sealed away by Immortal Lord Miaomiao for hundreds of years, and only now have you met her through a wisp of her consciousness."
"I came here today to discuss a business deal with the Immortal Lord."
"I can help the Immortal Lord keep Miss Mingyao here."
"Let her heart and eyes be filled with you."
"If you are interested, Immortal Lord, you can find me here after you come out of the Ten Mirrors."
A golden light appeared before Xuanxiu's eyes and disappeared in an instant.
**
The other side.
Mingyao, completely unaware of what he had done, ran all the way to Yan Chen's house without any hindrance.
But the closer she got, the more inexplicably fearful she felt.
The footsteps became lighter and lighter, and finally, for some unknown reason, stopped outside the house.
It just so happened that the door in front of her was not closed tightly.
Through the gap, a dazzling white light came out. Yan Chen was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
And the white light was floating above her forehead.
Sometimes bright, sometimes dim.
Eventually, it condensed into something that Mingyao would never mistake in his life—
The little ball of light was the one that deceived her.
Mingyao woke up as if from a dream.
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