Chapter 104: The Xuanyang Sect is so shameless.
Just as Jiang Lin was about to break Xie Wuyang's barely raised golden core barrier with one palm strike, a wisp of black energy that had gathered on his wrist suddenly expanded rapidly, swallowing up the overwhelming spiritual power and backfired on his body, knocking Jiang Lin back several steps. He was stunned and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The black fog followed closely and covered Jiang Lin's entire body.
"No...no...you can't kill me..." Jiang Lin was unable to move, looking terrified.
The magic pattern on Xie Wuyang's forehead gradually appeared, and he moved forward step by step.
He seemed a little confused, staring at Jiang Lin's face for a long moment before he recognized who he was. He raised his hand to lift Jiang Lin's chin, his peach-shaped eyes slightly raised, full of teasing and mockery, "Oh? Why?"
"This is Jiang Shutong's body... ahem... the leader of the Lotus Mist Sect. You killed me..." Jiang Lin took a deep breath, gradually gaining confidence. "You killed me... Are you planning to betray the sect and perish forever?"
Xie Wuyang didn't care at all, the smile in his eyes became even more intense, "Why should I care about these?"
Jiang Lin wanted to say something, "You..."
Xie Wuyang's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to grab Jiang Lin's neck. "Didn't you already know that? I'm not from the Immortal Sect."
"Nothing!" An urgent call came from his ear, but Xie Wuyang turned a deaf ear and gradually increased the strength in his hands. "What do I care about what the immortal sect thinks of me? Why should I care about Jiang Shutong's life or death?"
When this name was mentioned, for some reason, Xie Wuyang felt a bit of jealousy in his heart, and he became even more restless.
It was as if someone had given him an identical jade pendant as a token of trust.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang frowned and put a little more strength in his hands.
Under the stimulation of spiritual power, even though Jiang Lin was now at the Nascent Soul stage, he began to be unable to withstand it and struggled hard.
Seeing that his breathing was getting heavier and he was about to die, the voice from before rang out again, more anxiously, "Thank you for being safe!"
Xie Wuyang's thoughts paused for a moment, he loosened his grip, and turned to look at the source of the sound.
A white figure walked over quickly, suddenly grabbed Xie Wuyang's wrist, frowned, and said, "Don't be fooled by the nightmare stone."
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and leaned closer, like an animal sniffing its prey, his nose moving almost against Yun Wanzhou's face.
The itchiness brought about by his breathing made Yun Wanzhou subconsciously want to retreat, but Xie Wuyang stopped the action first.
Perhaps it was because he smelled a familiar scent, but the hostility and vigilance between his brows disappeared, replaced by confusion and closeness. "Master...?"
"Yes. It's me." Yun Wanzhou felt relieved and raised his hand to touch Xie Wuyang's forehead. "Do you remember the meditation mantra I taught you?"
Xie Wuyang nodded slowly, "I remember. I used it last time."
"Okay. Now repeat after me."
Xie Wuyang instinctively agreed.
Yun Wanzhou's voice is clear and steady, without any sharpness or coldness, and it inexplicably brings peace of mind. "A clear mind is like water, and clear water is the mind."
Xie Wuyang raised his lips slightly and repeated, "A pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart."
"The mind should be calm and the qi should be in harmony."
"The mind should be calm and the spirit should be in harmony..."
The two voices came one after the other, echoing each other.
Xie Wuyang's eyelashes trembled and he closed his eyes slightly.
His consciousness was already hazy, and now he had no idea where he was or where he was.
I just subconsciously followed that familiar voice and recited familiar words.
Later, he heard the man chant, "No delusion, no anger, no desire, no seeking..."
The voice, now free of chilliness, remained gentle and soft, and inadvertently, it seemed to overlap with two voices from many years ago.
Xie Wuyang's voice gradually became unclear, and he continued to recite the second half of the sentence, "A cultivator should never give up or abandon, and should be selfless and inaction-free."
During the years that Xie Wuyang spent in Cangqiong Mountain, he was extremely pampered.
Even if Wu Hanfeng is not happy, he still has Yun Wanzhou, Fu Zhitao, and a group of senior brothers and sisters to protect him.
Xie Wuyang has seen a lot, from a young child to a young man now, everything.
He saw Yun Wanzhou holding the tip of his sword and gently brushing away the dead leaves that had fallen on his shoulder.
He also saw him complaining about the boring and difficult nature of cultivation, so the other party sat in the library for a whole night, and the next day gave him a book of Sky Sword Techniques full of annotations.
It's a pity that Yun Wanzhou is not good at speaking. Even though he has love and affection in his heart and has done so much for his two disciples, he still keeps silent. In addition, his face, which is always frosty, makes it difficult for people to approach him.
As time went by, Xie Wuyang grew older, and the relationship between master and disciple was over. The free-spirited behavior of his childhood gradually disappeared. They became familiar but not close, and this relationship lasted for more than ten years.
Then the Nightmare Stone was stolen, the demon awakened, and another person took his place, becoming the new disciple of the Immortal Lord.
Xie Wuyang's eyelashes trembled and Wan'er opened his eyes.
The spiritual power from his forehead and fingertips continued to flow, and Yun Wanzhou didn't know how long it had been flowing. He closed his eyes and whispered the spell between his lips.
Realizing that Xie Wuyang had woken up, Yun Wanzhou's eyebrows twitched slightly, revealing his cold eyes, "Awake?"
"Yes." Xie Wuyang knew that his mind was weak and he had been bewitched, which was a taboo in the immortal sect. He felt guilty and raised the nightmare stone in his hand in a flattering manner, "Master, I got it."
The black mist overflowing from the Nightmare Stone lingered intimately on the fingertips, carrying with it a power that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
The world of cultivation was flooded with blood because of it, and the Demon Lord five hundred years later overthrew both worlds for it, even at the cost of his own life.
The more Xie Wuyang had hoped for it before, the more fortunate he was now.
I am glad that I once had a bit of kindness in my heart and did not really cause a river of bloodshed in the world of cultivation.
Fortunately, I finally did not get the Nightmare Stone. Now looking back, I still have the last piece of pure land on my body, which allows me, a villain, to hold my head up high when standing next to Yun Wanzhou.
Yun Wanzhou said nothing, lowered his eyes, and first quickly tapped the acupoints around Xie Wuyang's wrist twice to stop the black air from madly rushing into his body. When he retracted his arm, he waved his palm over the Nightmare Stone, and then he took the Nightmare Stone.
"You are different from ordinary people. Cultivating immortality is not easy, and it is common for you to be deceived." Yun Wanzhou's lips moved, and after a long pause, he continued, "But now that you have entered the immortal gate, don't say those words."
Xie Wuyang couldn't remember what Yun Wanzhou was referring to.
Yun Wanzhou grabbed his arm and lifted him up, without saying anything more. He turned to look at Jiang Lin, who was half paralyzed on the ground and barely breathing.
The backlash from the host after taking over the body and the force of forced breakthrough madly occupied the tendons and veins of the body, and the two collided.
Jiang Lin's fingertips were curled up, his face was pale, and the blue veins and cold sweat on his neck showed the great pain he was enduring at the moment.
One wrong move and the whole game is lost.
Yun Wanzhou and Xie Wuyang would naturally not sympathize with a person who colluded with the demons and disregarded morality, but this body not only contained Jiang Lin, but also Jiang Shutong.
Jiang Lin's crimes are innumerable, but Jiang Shutong has helped him many times and is an upright person. It would be a shame for him to die with Jiang Lin.
What's more, Jiang Shutong was dragged into this situation largely because of himself.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang took two steps forward, and the palm of his hand, which had been gathering spiritual energy, landed on Jiang Shutong's chest through the air. He moved it down along the tendons and veins, suppressing all the backlash of his spiritual energy into his dantian. He turned to Yun Wanzhou and asked, "Master, how should we deal with this person?"
Yun Wanzhou thought for a moment and said, "Take them out of here first."
The Broken Snow Sword broke through the wind and landed quietly and gently at the side of Yun Wanzhou's feet.
Xie Wuyang took a step forward and was about to jump onto the broken snow when he suddenly saw Yun Wanzhou put his index fingers together and raised his hand slightly, which turned into a ray of light and wrapped around Jiang Lin who was lying on the ground.
Xie Wuyang paused, then looked up suddenly, his eyes filled with shock and surprise, "Master, I..."
Yun Wanzhou nodded and landed lightly on the broken snow, interrupting Xie Wuyang's words, "Master Lianwu, using the talisman is truly disrespectful."
After saying this, his body shook, the broken snow raised a cloud of dust, and he suddenly rose up and flew towards the sky, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and his face darkened.
Although Yun Wanzhou gave him the Zhuxie Sword, out of habit, the two of them still often shared a sword when they acted together, and no one mentioned the other spiritual weapon.
This was the first time that Yun Wanzhou left him here and left with another person.
This place is so strange, doesn’t Yun Wanzhou worry that he might encounter something unexpected?
Xie Wuyang was in an extremely gloomy mood. When his fingertips touched each other, a black ring appeared, and then it turned into the Zhuxie Sword.
Two sword sounds were heard, and the Zhuxie Sword shook. Xie Wuyang kicked the ground heavily, venting his anger.
Then he followed the route Yun Wanzhou took and chased after him.
…
In the Wax Apple Hall, all the leaders and elders gathered.
Wu Hanfeng sat in the first seat in the middle, with Sect Leader Wuxiang on his right, and the other Sect Leaders and Elders lined up on both sides, all with worried and sad expressions.
"Everyone present here used to think the demons were weak and turned a blind eye to every turmoil in the demon world. Now, Lianwu, the leader of the three major immortal sects, even has a demon spy. It's really... really..." The man's face was grim, and he closed his eyes in an awkward manner, "This is ridiculous!"
"Hey, Elder Zixu, that's not right. What do you mean everyone here turned a blind eye? Do you think your Soul-Separating Sect is any good?" The person next to him sneered sarcastically, "I don't know who it was back then, but they enjoyed being cowards. Even when the demons bullied the people and committed evil right at the gate, they remained silent! If it weren't for other immortal sect disciples passing through here for training, I'm afraid the Soul-Separating Sect wouldn't even be here today!"
"Don't go too far!" Elder Zixu stood up and shouted angrily, his face sullen. "I respect you as a sect leader and don't want to humiliate you in public. But you insult my Lihun Sect like this. How can you act like a sect leader?!"
"Heh. It's just a small sect, not worth mentioning. How can it compare to the prestige of the three major sects in the hearts of the people. In this case, what difference does it make whether the leader does it or not?" The man didn't care at all. He picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all, then stood up to rush out.
Wu Hanfeng frowned and raised his hand to stop him. "Master Wang, you're too serious. We're facing a formidable enemy right now, and the Xuanyang Sect has many experts in Qimen Dunjia. If we leave because of a verbal dispute, our sect might lose even more chances of victory."
"Master Wu is absolutely right," Master Wuxiang Qin glanced at Wu Hanfeng and agreed. "Now that we are facing a formidable enemy, all of us sects should be united. We shouldn't let such a small matter ruin our harmony."
Elder Zixu snorted coldly and glanced to the side.
Sect Leader Wang turned around, hesitant, looking very embarrassed. "Sir Sect Leader Wu and Sir Sect Leader Qin have tried so hard to persuade me to stay in the Xuanyang Sect, and I will certainly agree. However, my Xuanyang Sect has very few disciples, and we cannot compare with other sects. If we ever do fight the demons, could you please let me, Xuanyang Sect, stay behind and assist you?"
Wu Hanfeng managed to squeeze out a few nice words, but when he heard what Sect Leader Wang said, the smile on his face froze.
The Xuanyang Sect is truly shameless.
Sect Leader Qin looked troubled. He glanced at the leaders of the various immortal sects and then looked at Wu Hanfeng for help.
Wu Hanfeng secretly complained in his heart, but did not show it on his face. "If that day really comes, I will have a good discussion with the leaders of the Lianwu and Wuxiang sects. We will put the people of Liming first. You should do the same."
"The dawn of the common people?" Sect Master Wang waved his sleeves and waved his hand. "These four words are too heavy for our small Xuanyang sect to bear. We can only retreat to the side and protect ourselves. From today on, all immortal sects should treat our sect as non-existent and do not mention our Xuanyang sect anymore."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
Wu Hanfeng was so angry that his eyebrows twitched, and he was thinking of a countermeasure quickly in his mind.
The strength and prestige of the Xuanyang Sect are indeed among the latter among the various immortal sects in the world of cultivation.
In the past, it was rarely even mentioned by other immortal sects.
But now the demons are approaching aggressively, and the immortal sect is in danger. It is not a big deal if one Xuanyang Sect leaves. But if the Xuanyang Sect sets a precedent, other sects will follow suit, and what if thousands and millions of Xuanyangs leave?
Wu Hanfeng pursed his lips and felt melancholy.
Just as Sect Leader Wang was about to step out of the hall, someone secretly helped him, made a hand gesture, and raised a barrier, blocking Sect Leader Wang's way.
The heads of the sects and elders were startled. Before they could follow the spiritual energy fluctuations to find the source, they suddenly heard a voice at the end that was difficult to distinguish between male and female, "Everyone, please be at ease."
What is going on?
Although they had worked together for several years, Wu Hanfeng was already very familiar with the working styles of the various sects in the immortal sect.
But every time there was a sudden change, villains would appear one after another, one after another. Wu Hanfeng only felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and dark shadows appeared in front of his eyes.
Sect Leader Qin looked in the direction of the voice and saw a female cultivator standing outside. She was dressed in green, with her hair tied up on top of her head. She stood tall and straight, and her face looked very familiar.
It was not until someone recognized him and called out softly that Sect Leader Qin was able to match his appearance and name.
"Young Master Yu."
The only female with the surname Yu who can be called the Young Valley Master is Yu Fuyin, who has lived in the bottom of the valley for a long time and rarely goes out.
Yu Fuyin's expression was cold and stoic. She stepped out without hesitation and stood in the middle of the hall. "You all gathered here because Immortal Yun sent a message saying that there was something important to discuss. Now that the Immortal Yun has not returned, how can you, the leaders, leave so easily?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
