Chapter 106: Guardian "Xie Xiaoxianyou, why did you stay in there for so long and still not come out...
Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Wu Hanfeng flicked his sleeves, and the spiritual light instantly dissipated. "Do you want me to ignore it? This is not what I, Wu Hanfeng, would do!"
I don’t know if it’s because they both learned from the same master, but Wu Hanfeng and Yun Wanzhou are very similar in their stubbornness towards certain things. Whether they are irritable or indifferent, in this situation, the paths they choose are quite similar.
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and raised them, "Of course I'm not ignoring it. I'm willing to take my place..."
"Disciple is willing to go on your behalf." A loud voice interrupted the words that were about to come out.
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes and nonchalantly lifted his sleeves. "All the sect leaders and elders here have concerns. The sect leader needs to be in charge of the overall situation, and Master, as an Immortal Venerable, cannot afford to fail at this time. After much deliberation, I think it would be most appropriate for this disciple to enter the dream."
"Nothing."
A familiar voice called out to my ears.
Yun Wanzhou's voice was the same as always, indifferent but mixed with a hint of doubt and admonition.
Xie Wuyang suppressed the subconscious urge to turn back and remained silent.
Yun Wanzhou's voice gradually approached, stirring up a cold fragrance in the air. "The Dreaming Mantra is no small feat. Jiang Lin and Jiang Shutong are both at the Nascent Soul stage, and you're only at the Golden Core stage. How can you..."
Xie Wuyang chuckled and looked up at him, "Master, don't you trust me?"
"No..." Yun Wanzhou shook his head, subconsciously wanting to deny it.
"Since you trust me, why don't you let me give it a try?" Xie Wuyang stood up straight and faced Wu Hanfeng. "Master, I've used the Dream Entering Mantra to enter Master's dream before. Please allow me to give it a try."
A flash of surprise flashed across Yun Wanzhou's eyes. "When?"
Xie Wuyang smiled without saying anything, just turned his head and glanced at Yun Wanzhou.
The boy's eyes were deep and sparkling, his cheeks were well-defined, and he looked firm and reliable.
Yun Wanzhou inevitably recalled how Xie Wuyang had just come up the mountain a few years ago.
At that time, Xie Wuyang was just a small ball, always looking weak and helpless, but in fact he was very sharp-tongued. If someone bullied him, he would bite back and make the other person bleed.
Now the childishness on the little apprentice's face has faded. He has grown into an adult without knowing when. He can stand on his own and his height is almost the same as mine.
Yun Wanzhou couldn't help but look a little dazed, and it felt like the look of Xie Wuyang when he first came up the mountain was just yesterday, and it was still vivid in his mind.
This kind of nostalgic and reminiscent gaze made Xie Wuyang's heart sink. He pursed his lips in a very bad mood and said, "When Master was trapped in the lotus."
Almost instantly, the vaguely familiar figure in the dream took shape.
Yun Wanzhou's expression froze and he stood there in disbelief.
Wu Hanfeng was silent for a moment, then said, "Since you are willing, then you can do it..."
"Master Wu, please wait a moment," Master Wang suddenly raised his hand and interrupted Wu Hanfeng, "I have a question."
Xie Wuyang turned his head with a forced smile, "Master Wang, what advice do you have for me?"
Sect Leader Wang glanced at him, his tone filled with contempt and suspicion. "Even we Sect Leaders don't know how to enter dreams and create them, so where did this little immortal friend get this knowledge? He even knows such evil techniques as seizing and giving up bodies?"
Entering dreams and creating dreams is not a big deal. Although it is rare, it is not without records.
But the forbidden technique of possessing another's body had long been banned and destroyed in the world of cultivation. How could he explain it?
Xie Wuyang's lips moved, and just as he was about to explain, he heard Yun Wanzhou speak in a sharp voice, "I taught him. What do you think, Sect Leader Wang?"
This was the first time that Xie Wuyang felt the word "aggressive" in Yun Wanzhou's tone.
He couldn't even tell for a moment whether he was protecting him or just protecting his own disciples.
Xie Wuyang felt half bitter and half happy, and didn't know how to react for a moment.
His cultivation, spiritual power, and prestige were completely suppressed. Sect Leader Wang's arrogance was half extinguished, and his voice was vague, "That is also a forbidden technique..."
"Forbidden techniques cannot be practiced, but when have you ever seen my disciples use them?"
"this……"
Yun Wanzhou explained in a cold voice, "I just taught you some key methods of identifying forbidden techniques."
"Of course..." Facing Yun Wanzhou's oppressive gaze, Sect Leader Wang's forehead was covered in sweat, his eyes were erratic, and he finally realized who he had offended. "I was arbitrary. To... to..."
Sect Leader Wang looked at Xie Wuyang and thought for a long time, "Apologize to this...Xu, ah no...Xie Xiaoxianyou."
Yun Wanzhou remained silent, his eyes fixed on Xie Wuyang.
"Thank you, Master, for helping me out." Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes to hide his emotions, his movements neat and respectful, very different from when he was facing other people.
It was clearly a normal etiquette between master and disciple, but for some reason, Yun Wanzhou only saw awkwardness and irritation in his eyes.
It was as if deep down in her heart, she didn't want him and Xie Wuyang to be limited to this distant and polite relationship, but instead she should be unreasonable with him and joke with him.
After a long time without receiving a response, Xie Wuyang's eyes darkened slightly and he withdrew his hand that was saluting in mid-air.
There seemed to be a chasm between him and Yun Wanzhou that was invisible to the people passing by. They were clearly close at hand, yet unable to be crossed or reached. They seemed close yet distant, yet seemingly elusive.
When Xie Wuyang turned around and took out the talisman from his waist, he couldn't help but glance to his side.
The face that usually looked cold and gloomy was now frowned and sad, and a pair of phoenix eyes looked at him worriedly.
His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, only one sentence remained: "I will protect you."
Xie Wuyang was stunned for a moment, nodded, and then turned his fingertips and the talisman burned.
Although Xie Wuyang had only used the dream spell once, relying on his unrivaled talent, Xie Wuyang had already memorized the key points of the formula.
The moment the dream spell was cast, Yun Wanzhou pinched his fingers to form a barrier to protect the two of them. Then, broken snow flew out and turned into countless sword energies, surrounding the two of them.
In fact, one protective barrier was enough, but Yun Wanzhou was worried, so he summoned another sword formation to ensure that nothing could go wrong.
Time passed little by little as Xie Wuyang fell asleep, and the atmosphere around him gradually became anxious and restless.
"Xie Xiaoxianyou, why have you been in there for so long and still not coming out?"
"It's been an hour. Could something have happened?"
"This little Immortal Xie is at least at the Golden Core stage, so it shouldn't be possible."
"Have you forgotten that the one who cast the spell and the one who entered the dream... are both at the Nascent Soul stage?"
"What should I do..."
Sighs followed one after another, Wu Hanfeng's face darkening. Finally, he could no longer endure it and shouted angrily, "Shut up, everyone. If he can't do it, do you have to go?!"
"That's not the case..." Everyone laughed awkwardly.
The hall returned to silence, and everyone's attention was once again focused on Xie Wuyang in the center.
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips into a slit, curled up his hand that was casting the spell, and his eyes were filled with worry.
Seeing that the formation was a little unstable, Yun Wanzhou gathered his energy and waved his hand, calling back Suixue to stand in the center, then walked towards Xie Wuyang.
"What is Yun Xianzun doing?"
Everyone outside the barrier breathed a sigh of relief following Yun Wanzhou's movements.
While the protective barrier blocks external fluctuations, it also separates the sounds inside and outside the barrier.
Therefore, no matter what the people outside said or how noisy it was, Yun Wanzhou could not feel anything.
The passage of time in a person's dream is different from that in the outside world. One hour in the outside world is equivalent to several days in Xie Wuyangzi's dream.
He has been unconscious for several days. Is it because he didn’t find Jiang Shutong, or did something unexpected happen?
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and touched Xie Wuyang's forehead. He closed his eyes and chanted a spell in his heart. He wanted to use the connection between Xie Wuyang's body and soul to forcibly intervene and investigate the current situation of his master's consciousness. Suddenly, he felt the person under his fingertips tremble all over. He immediately cut off his spiritual power, ignored the backlash of the spell, and opened his eyes to check Xie Wuyang's situation.
Xie Wuyang had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, his brows were furrowed, and his lips were trembling, as if he was going through great hardship and torture.
As Yun Wanzhou moved, his robe fell down, and his fingertips moved from the center of the eyebrows to the neck, and then slowly moved up along the carotid artery. When they were about to fall behind the ear, the person in front of him suddenly relaxed his tightly furrowed brows, his eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes.
The face at close range was imprinted in his eyes. Xie Wuyang's lips moved slightly, and he uttered a dry voice, "Master..."
Just as he uttered a word, he suddenly felt blood rising in his throat, and accompanied by a muffled cough, he actually spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Thank you for being safe!"
Yun Wanzhou quickly caught Xie Wuyang's falling body, and quickly tapped a few acupoints on his body with his fingertips. His face was grim, "When did it happen?"
Xie Wuyang supported himself on his elbows and rose from Yun Wanzhou's arms. "It's nothing. I just had a fight with Jiang Shutong in my dream."
"Really?" Yun Wanzhou breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt a little uneasy.
Xie Wuyang was unwilling to say more, but just shook his head and pointed at Jiang Shutong's body on the ground.
Above their bodies, the souls of Jiang Lin and Jiang Shutong lit up at the same time.
Xie Wuyang lowered his arms, his voice hoarse and dry, "The dream spell has been broken. Master..." Xie Wuyang raised his eyes and looked at Yun Wanzhou, "Remove the protective barrier."
The broken snow was inspired and returned to its sheath in a flash of cold light.
As the barrier dissipated, Xie Wuyang wiped the blood from his lips, forced himself to stand up, and faced the people in the hall, "I have broken the spell."
Xie Wuyang put his fingertips together, summoning two rays of light that flew towards the eyebrows of the two souls.
Jiang Lin's soul suddenly overflowed with spiritual power all over his body and gradually dissipated.
Xie Wuyang swallowed the blood in his throat and spoke slowly, "I've woken up from the dream, and the possession is no longer effective. Jiang Lin's soul is shattered, and Sect Leader Jiang..."
As Xie Wuyang's voice fell, the soul belonging to Jiang Shutong burst out with a ray of light, instantly breaking through the confinement and shattering Jiang Lin's soul.
"Soul..." Xie Wuyang's voice fell heavily, emphasizing each word, "will. Return."
Wrapped in spiritual power, Jiang Shutong slowly stood up from the ground and suddenly opened his eyes.
In an instant, the mighty pressure of the God spread throughout the hall. Everyone's body shook, and a feeling of suffocation came over them.
Only Yun Wanzhou was able to move freely. The moment Xie Wuyang's knees softened and he knelt on the ground, he supported Xie Wuyang's arm.
"Master Jiang...Master Jiang has become a god?!" Someone came back to his senses from the pressure and widened his eyes in disbelief.
Wu Hanfeng looked stunned and muttered, "Transformation into a Spirit..."
How many years has it been since anyone in the world of cultivation broke through to the Nascent Soul stage?
Wu Hanfeng's eyes flickered and fell on Yun Wanzhou.
Hundreds of years ago, the world of cultivation was also a gathering place for talented people, and there were even examples of gods helping people ascend to heaven.
Although it is difficult for the others to survive the tribulation, there are quite a few who have reached the Nascent Soul stage.
But for some reason, it became increasingly difficult for cultivators to advance in their realm, especially in the past ten years. The number of cultivators who reached the Nascent Soul stage has become so small that they can only be counted on one hand, let alone those who broke through the Nascent Soul stage and reached the Great Vehicle of the Spirit Transformation stage.
The last person to achieve divine enlightenment was Yun Wanzhou, the current Immortal Lord Cang Qiong, who has already reached the Mahayana stage.
Next one...
Wu Hanfeng couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if he had traveled through several years and returned to the old Cangkong Mountain.
The next one above is their master, the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao.
Seeing Xie Wuyang's face growing paler and his divine pressure showing no sign of abating, Yun Wanzhou's eyes seemed to be covered with frost. He looked at Jiang Shutong and said in a cold voice, "Shutong."
As the voice fell, a talisman flew out from the waist and stuck to Jiang Shutong's chest. The surging spiritual power around him stopped halfway and was suddenly retracted.
Jiang Shutong's eyes were empty and blank, and his pupils were rolling aimlessly, until Yun Wanzhou's figure came into his sight, and then his eyes suddenly became alert.
A strong and unfamiliar spiritual power surged in his spiritual veins. Jiang Shutong's eyes darkened. After a moment of silence, he bowed to everyone with an apologetic look, "Everyone, I'm sorry."
The tense atmosphere in the hall relaxed and dissipated without a trace.
Sect Leader Qin wiped the sweat from his forehead and stammered in reply, "Sir Sect Leader Jiang's trip this time was truly... truly impressive... Haha."
Sect Leader Qin laughed dryly twice, prompting the people around him to follow suit and try to resolve the deadlock.
"Indeed, indeed. Sect Leader Jiang is so young, but he has already reached the level of Spiritual Transformation. His future is truly promising."
Isn’t the future promising?
Except for Yun Wanzhou, everyone present was a sect leader or elder. Many of them were over fifty years old, and the one with the highest cultivation level was only at the Nascent Soul stage.
Jiang Shutong was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but he had already reached the stage of transformation. Even in the world of cultivation a hundred years ago, he was considered a leader with outstanding talent.
If you practice well, it is not impossible to become a late Mahayana cultivator like Yun Wanzhou.
Everyone present was well-versed in dealing with people and knew what was going on, and they began to reconsider their attitude towards the Wax Apple Sect.
Jiang Shutong ignored him and walked straight towards Yun Wanzhou. When his eyes fell on Xie Wuyang, he paused, an unnatural light appearing in his eyes, "Xie Xiaoxianyou...are you okay?"
Xie Wuyang raised his eyelids and said in a perfunctory tone, "Nothing."
"I'm glad you're alright." Jiang Shutong replied casually, then looked at Yun Wanzhou on the side. "Where's Yun Xianzun? When we were in the cemetery, I..."
Xie Wuyang's pupils, as still as death, flickered twice. It was unknown what he was thinking of. In an instant, light and shadow intertwined on his face, and it became gloomy.
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