Chapter 105: Dream-making. The dream-making technique was created by the casual cultivator for himself later...
"Young Valley Master, I don't quite agree with what you're saying. While Yun Wanzhou's cultivation is unparalleled and he's a venerable Immortal, who among you here isn't a prominent figure in the world of cultivation? Do you really have to follow Yun Wanzhou's orders, being summoned and dismissed at his will?"
Yu Fuyin looked disdainful and said, "Of course it should be so."
"You..." The person who spoke was so angry that his face and neck were red. He couldn't argue anymore and turned to look at Wu Hanfeng, "Young Valley Master's trip is a prisoner! It's forced! Shouldn't Sect Leader Wu intervene?"
"It's time to take care of it." Wu Hanfeng sighed and loosened his grip on his brows. "Young Valley Master Yu's behavior is inappropriate."
Yu Fuyin said nothing.
The people at the table all echoed, "This is not the right way to do things."
"That's absolutely true."
Unexpectedly, the next second, Wu Hanfeng spoke again lightly, "This is just the first time. Don't do it again."
Just... just this once? Don't do it again?
The discussion stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Wu Hanfeng, their eyes wide open and faces filled with shock.
Sect Leader Wang was so angry that he was shaking all over. He summoned his spiritual weapon to gather his spiritual power and leaped forward to break the formation. Unexpectedly, the next moment, a long sword suddenly penetrated the formation and stabbed straight at Sect Leader Wang.
Sect Leader Wang's pupils shrank, and his body paused, his sword barely stopping an inch away from his eyebrows.
"Master, don't be impatient. Why don't you wait a little longer? Perhaps the person you are waiting for will come."
"Who is it?" Sect Leader Wang withdrew his spiritual power and landed steadily on the ground.
"Guess?" The voice outside the door was getting closer and closer, and it still sounded like a young boy. "Quexie, come back."
The long sword hanging in the air circled around Sect Leader Wang, then happily responded to its master's call and flew back.
At the same time, two figures, one black and one white, fell from the sky and landed steadily on the ground.
Yun Wanzhou's expression was cold as he glanced at Sect Leader Wang's face, then bowed towards the hall and said, "Everyone, thank you for waiting."
Xie Wuyang then bowed and said perfunctorily, "Disciple Xie Wuyang, I would like to greet all the masters and elders."
Sect Leader Wang glared at Xie Wuyang, took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said to Yun Wanzhou, "So it's Immortal Yun."
"I wonder why the Immortal Venerable summoned us today?" someone asked.
The former leader of the Lianwu Sect colluded with the demons, was imprisoned and then disappeared without a trace, causing panic among the people.
The situation within the various immortal sects was already turbulent, and Yun Wanzhou's sudden letter of summons caused even more confusion.
Now that the real culprit has appeared, some people are eager to get to the bottom of it.
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and waved, and the barrier that used 70% of Yu Fuyin's spiritual power instantly turned into dust, opening a path for the two of them.
"I've found Jiang Lin." As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Wanzhou raised his fingertips, and the Broken Snow Spirit Sword appeared. In the middle of the sword, a person was lying.
He is young and his features are hard to discern.
"Jiang Lin?" Sect Master Qin raised his hand to wipe his eyes and pointed at the person above him and asked, "You said this is Jiang Lin?"
Yun Wanzhou said in a single voice, neither humble nor arrogant, "That's right."
With the sound of a sword shattering snow, the sword body shook, and the man on the sword fell to the ground, revealing a face that was familiar yet terrifying to everyone.
"Is Immortal Yun joking? Or does he think that we are too old and our eyesight is blurry to recognize Jiang Lin's appearance?" The man frowned and stepped forward to investigate.
When he lifted the hair covering the man's face, his eyes suddenly widened. "Isn't this Jiang Shutong, the new leader of Lianwu?"
"Immortal Lord... what... what is the meaning of this action?" a slightly younger cultivator asked.
Yun Wanzhou was about to speak when Xie Wuyang, who had been silent for a long time, took the initiative and cast a spell. "Everyone, please look carefully. Whose soul resides in this body?"
Everyone sat in their seats. The talisman was of limited size, and what was drawn on it was unclear.
All I could see was the intricate intertwining of the red cinnabar, with its chaotic and disorganized lines, something I had never seen before.
Xie Wuyang was muttering something, and the moment the talisman landed on Jiang Lin, it transformed into a ball of red flame, emitting spiritual light.
The sect leaders and elders who were nearby all moved away, as if they were afraid that this strange spell was a trick by Xie Wuyang to harm everyone.
"Cinnabar takes over the body, and the soul has a home." Xie Wuyang put his index fingers together and turned his fingertips, "Show."
The scattered spiritual light stopped and gathered suddenly. In just a moment, two human figures gradually appeared.
"This...is this Jiang Lin?!"
When they saw the soul's face clearly, they were shocked again, as if they were thrown into the clouds and unable to come down.
"No, this...this also has Sect Leader Jiang Shutong!"
"Immortal Yun, what on earth...what on earth is going on?"
Looking at this group of old men whose expressions changed faster than turning the pages of a book, Xie Wuyang's eyes flashed with a sneer, "This is an invasion of the body." Xie Wuyang paused, glanced at most of the leaders present, and said in a more serious tone, "Possession of the body."
"Seize...seize the body?!"
"Are you talking about the forbidden technique of the demon world - the technique of possessing another's body?" Wu Hanfeng narrowed his eyes with a serious expression.
"Yes and no." Xie Wuyang shook his head and walked around to the front of the soul. "The forbidden magic of the demon world can take over the body, but it can only take over the body of the dead."
"Jiang Shutong's soul is still there and his body is not dead. How did Jiang Lin take it away?" Wu Hanfeng asked again.
Jiang Shutong is a top cultivator and has already reached the Nascent Soul stage. Jiang Lin is just a scattered soul. How can he make Jiang Shutong's consciousness retreat behind him and willingly let him control his body?
There are many doubts here, which make people think deeply.
Xie Wuyang turned around, his palm surging with spiritual power, swiping across the faces of Jiang Shutong and Jiang Lin's souls. He said in a faint voice, "Of course, I have tried every possible way to make the people whose bodies have been taken away willingly sacrifice themselves."
Jiang Lin's eyebrows suddenly flashed, and Jiang Shutong, who had his eyebrows and eyes tightly closed, seemed to sense something. His soul trembled and he opened his eyes.
The bottom of his eyes was pitch black, like a frozen deep pool, lifeless, dull and strange.
Someone with extensive experience saw through the clues at a glance and said, "This... this is dream-making."
"It's the dream-making technique." Xie Wuyang looked approving and nodded.
The dream-making technique and the dream-entering spell have the same origin, both of which originated from a leading independent cultivator in the world of cultivation a hundred years ago.
Although I can't remember the name of that wandering cultivator, his deeds are still told by storytellers and passed down orally among the people.
Therefore, there are many versions of the origin of the dream-making technique and the dream-entering spell. The most hotly debated one is the grievances and love-hate relationship of this casual cultivator.
I heard that the wandering cultivator once had a same-sex Taoist partner, who was from a famous sect. He came down the mountain to gain experience and was helping the people to eliminate demons. He fell in love with the wandering cultivator at first sight and later fell in love with him.
At that time, the cultivation world was even more hostile to same-sex couples than it is today. Some sects would even punish disciples who had betrayed their sect and disobeyed the Daoist teachings, and would abandon their cultivation and expel them from the sect.
Therefore, when the good times did not last long and their friendship was discovered by outsiders, it was the end of the day.
All the merits and virtues of the past in eliminating demons and defending the way of righteousness have disappeared, and what is left is only the scorn and condemnation of the world, and even the accountability of the immortal sect.
The dream spell was formed at this time.
The wandering Taoist fellow was captured by the immortal sect and trapped in the sect, but the wandering cultivator guarded the entrance of the immortal sect every day, hoping that one day the immortal sect would release him and stay with him.
But how can the power of two people fight against the entire immortal sect, and even the worldly prejudice?
Not a death farewell.
It is separation in life.
Later, in order to meet each other, the wandering cultivator created a spell called "Entering a Dream" based on what he saw and heard while traveling around the world.
Enter his dream, understand his thoughts, and meet him in the dream.
When Yun Wanzhou was trapped in the wax apple tree, Xie Wuyang used this technique to enter Yun Wanzhou's dream and saw Qiongrao.
As for dreaming, Xie Wuyang would rather call it self-deception and a pipe dream.
This technique was created after the Dream Entering Spell was discovered by the immortal sect. The wandering Taoist fellow had his spiritual veins destroyed and was seriously ill in bed, but no one could cure him, and he was imprisoned to death.
The art of dream-making is the yellow millet dream that the casual practitioners created for themselves later.
It is nothing but empty delusion with no basis for emotion.
"Dream-making magic, as the name suggests, is based on the dreams created by the person under the spell, trapping them in the dream and making them unwilling to wake up." The person who recognized the dream-making magic frowned and looked heavy.
"Then how do you wake up a dreamer?" someone asked.
The man replied, "Since the dream creator and the dreamer are both created by the same person, they are inherently mutually exclusive. The dream creator can control the dreamer, so this dream spell can naturally break the dream creator's power."
Dream-making spells and dream incantations are not common techniques. Even if they are performed in public, not everyone can recognize that they are such techniques.
Even Xie Wuyang had only happened to hear it when he was the Demon Lord and did not take it seriously.
It was not until later that he opened the blue booklet given to him by Yun Wanzhou, which happened to be useful, that he began to take notes seriously.
Now that he heard that someone among these people in the Immortal Sect who were all show and no substance recognized him, he couldn't help but become interested and raised his eyebrows.
"Although Sect Leader Jiang is still young and a junior to all of you present, his spiritual power is not much behind yours. Since we can wake him up, please cast a spell and give it a try."
"This..." The person who spoke paused, looking troubled. "I'm afraid it's not going to be easy."
"Why?" asked Sect Master Qin.
"The Dreaming Spell is meant to enter someone else's dream, and it's very likely to be rejected by the owner. If it can wake them up, that's fine. But if it can't... I'm afraid even the dreamer will suffer backlash, bringing disaster upon themselves."
Wu Hanfeng pursed his lips and glanced at the crowd, "In that case, is there anyone willing to enter the dream and wake up Sect Leader Jiang?"
Everyone expressed their opinions one after another.
"It's not that I don't want to, but we are facing a powerful enemy now. Our sect is much weaker than other immortal sects. As the sect leader, if something unexpected happens, I'm afraid... I'm afraid that the disciples of the sect will be leaderless and the situation will be a mess." After saying this, the man sighed heavily, looking sad and regretful.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyelids and glanced at the person who spoke silently.
"Master Wu, I came here to visit Lianwu. I originally promised my wife that I would return quickly. Now that I've delayed for too long, I'm afraid it wouldn't be appropriate."
"Master Wu, I can't do it either. I just suffered an internal injury some time ago and haven't recovered yet. I'm afraid I can't bring Master Jiang along..."
"Master Wu..."
“Wu…”
"Enough." Wu Hanfeng's face was gloomy. "When our peers are in trouble, and we are such a great sect, all of you here are just trying to pass the buck and save yourselves! You're a bunch of cowards!"
Wu Hanfeng snorted coldly and slammed the table. "Since no one is stepping forward, I will enter the dream. I, Wu, will go and bring Sect Leader Jiang back intact."
Wu Hanfeng walked down the stairs with great momentum, "I would like to ask anyone who knows the dream spell to cast a protective formation for me. This will save my face even though I am a coward."
As he approached Jiang Shutong and Jiang Lin's spirits, Wu Hanfeng raised his hand to touch them, but a golden aura slowly wrapped around Wu Hanfeng's wrist, stopping him. "Brother, this is dangerous."
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