Chapter 30: Xie Wuyang, the Evil Cultivator, had a connection with evil cultivators in his previous life...
Not knowing what Xie Wuyang was thinking, Yun Wanzhou looked indifferent. He sat cross-legged, placed his hands on his knees, and began to concentrate on meditation.
After Yun Wanzhou's cultivation reached the upper realm, he stopped at the Mahayana stage and could not make any further progress.
In the eyes of other cultivators, "one-step ascension" is a height that cannot be reached in a lifetime, but those who are familiar with Yun Wanzhou know that "one-step ascension" is a huge stumbling block for Yun Wanzhou.
Yun Wanzhou himself was not very obsessed with ascending to heaven, but he could not stand Wu Hanfeng's urging, and he even threatened to find him a Taoist partner if he did not ascend before he turned 100.
Yun Wanzhou is not afraid of hardship, but is afraid of being pestered by others. He dares not slack off in his ascension and travels around his sea of consciousness whenever he has free time, trying to find a breakthrough.
But his sea of consciousness was a vast ocean, and there was nothing else.
Ripples spread out under his feet. Yun Wanzhou frowned and walked cautiously on the lake.
Yun Wanzhou was born with mixed spiritual roots, which made cultivation difficult. He was able to reach his current level entirely through hard work and understanding.
Other people's seas of consciousness are full of flowers and a paradise, but in Yun Wanzhou's own sea of consciousness, apart from the sea, there is only a desolate scene, just like him, pedantic, boring and extremely dull.
Maybe it was because Xie Wuyang was by his side, but Yun Wanzhou left a trace of his spiritual consciousness outside to watch over him, which caused him to be unable to concentrate for a long time. The sea of consciousness was surging and roaring, and suddenly, he seemed to hear someone's words.
"You're here?"
"Are you here to persuade me to turn back?"
Yun Wanzhou moved his lips uncontrollably, "You are..."
"Yes." A voice very similar to his own sounded.
Someone stood up rustlingly, his steps heavy, as if standing in front of Yun Wanzhou.
He laughed hoarsely and heavily, "You and I have fought for half your life. The Immortal Sect respects you on the surface, but they treat you as a sharp weapon. Why don't you surrender to my Demon Realm? I am willing to make you an elder for fun."
The surrounding scenery changed. The sea beneath my feet turned into green land, a luxurious palace rose out of thin air, and the sky was shrouded in black fog.
Yun Wanzhou stood outside the palace and saw a familiar figure through the wide-open palace gate.
He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked very majestic.
Yun Wanzhou frowned and was about to raise his foot when the man spoke again, "Are all the people from your Immortal Sect so idle?"
"Hmm?" Yun Wanzhou didn't know where this conclusion came from.
The man sneered, "Instead of wasting your time trying to convince me to turn back, you might as well practice your Snow Breaking Skill. Maybe one day, you'll be able to slay this demon like me with your sword."
"Who are you?" Yun Wanzhou pursed his thin lips, feeling a little uneasy.
This is his sea of consciousness. How can outsiders enter without his permission?
Could it be that he made a mistake due to carelessness, and let the evil spirit in?
The man was obviously unable to answer Yun Wanzhou's question. He tilted his neck and sighed.
"This Demon Realm's Yunxianzun comes and goes freely, which is more convenient than me, the Demon Lord. Never mind, where do you want to go for a stroll? Do you want to visit the Holy Burial Tomb?"
"The Holy Tomb?" Yun Wanzhou felt that this place was somehow familiar.
The man nodded, "Yes, that Saint Burial Tomb that terrifies the world of cultivation, that countless cultivators have risked their lives to destroy."
boom--
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and thunder roared down.
The huge noise made my ears buzz and my vision go blank.
In the blur, the man in the hall seemed to turn his head, his eyes gloomy and filled with creepy hatred.
…
"Master, Master, wake up." A familiar voice came from my ears.
Yun Wanzhou's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.
Because of what happened in his sea of consciousness, Yun Wanzhou's expression was not very clear, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Seeing that the person in front of him was Xie Wuyang, Yun Wanzhou breathed a sigh of relief and regained his usual calm and composure. "What's the matter?"
"I've been calling Master for a long time, and Master finally woke up." Xie Wuyang's eyes turned and pointed at the gate of the Ye Mansion. "Someone just came to the Ye Mansion. I think they are from the Lianwu Sect."
"Where's Anan?" Yun Wanzhou stood up immediately after hearing Xie Wuyang's words.
"Ye Liang escorted An Nan out of the house. I'm afraid he has already left with the people from the Lotus Mist Sect."
Yun Wanzhou's brows furrowed, and without even having time to straighten his wrinkled robes, he hurriedly stood up and chased in the direction An Nan left with Xie Wuyang.
It was just half daylight at this time, and the streets were deserted except for a few passers-by occasionally.
An Nan had not been away for long, and since Xie Wuyang and the other man were cultivators and walked quickly, they soon saw An Nan.
Unlike the past, this time Anan did not carry the sword with him. He was led by the hand by the Taoist priest from the Lianwu Sect and walked in the opposite direction of the Ye Mansion.
According to rumors, Anan eventually joined the Wax Apple Sect, so he should be following the original route of his memories.
Xie Wuyang was still puzzled as to why Yun Wanzhou rejected Ye Nan. Ye Nan was born with a spiritual body, and even someone as picky as Wu Hanfeng tried his best to accept Ye Nan as his disciple. Why did he change his mind when it came to Yun Wanzhou?
Xie Wuyang didn't understand what Yun Wanzhou's requirements were for accepting a disciple, but he also knew that if the disciple was capable, it would be an honor for the master.
Yun Wanzhou has only two disciples, his original body and Fu Zhitao.
Putting aside the damage to the soul of the Blessing Peach, the original body's poor talent and stubbornness will make outsiders think that the two of them are extremely stupid, and more likely they will question Yun Wanzhou's incompetence in teaching them, right?
Why did Yun Wanzhou accept the original body as his disciple when it was such a thankless task?
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but feel a little curious.
After all, he was not the real person in Anan's memory. In order not to disturb the illusion, the two people deliberately followed him from a distance.
Ever since Xie Wuyang revealed his true identity in front of Ye Nan, he has become more vigilant and is always aware of the movements around him.
The fluctuations in the illusion came strangely, and I don’t know what went wrong outside.
Once was to reveal his true self, and the second time was to trap them forever in Anan's memory. Xie Wuyang thought it would be worse than being pierced through the heart by Yun Wanzhou in his previous life.
The two of them chased Anan like this all the way out of Yangzhou City. Seeing that the place was becoming more and more desolate, Xie Wuyang realized that something was wrong.
The Wax Apple Gate was within Yangzhou City. If An Nan had agreed to enter the Wax Apple Gate, why would she leave the city? Or go to such a remote place?
Xie Wuyang paused, and Yun Wanzhou also stopped.
"What did you find?"
Xie Wuyang's gaze fell on the back of Elder Lianwu's neck.
The collar of the elder's uniform of the Wax Apple Sect was very high, more than enough to cover his neck. If the elder had not turned his head to look at An Nan, causing the collar to tilt, it would have been difficult for anyone to notice the abnormality on his neck.
The dark purple blood vessels were faintly visible, like the intricate veins of a leaf, and when they fell on a person's body, they looked even more hideous and terrifying.
Xie Wuyang: "This person is..."
Yun Wanzhou narrowed his eyes and finished the second half of the sentence, "Evil cultivator."
Even though he had guessed it long ago, when Xie Wuyang heard the word "evil cultivator", his body still couldn't help but tremble.
Xie Wuyang was not unfamiliar with this word. As early as when they were at Dashipo, they had seen the monster devouring Lao Zhang.
But a monster is a monster, an unintelligent beast, different from a living person.
Practicing evil arts is not tolerated by heaven and earth and will inevitably lead to backlash. The marks on Elder Lianwu's body are the remaining traces of the backlash.
Speaking of which, Xie Wuyang had a deep connection with evil cultivators in his previous life.
Xie Wuyang's eyes moved slightly and he narrowed them dangerously.
"How could the elder of Lianwu Sect be an evil cultivator?" Xie Wuyang asked.
"There are many evil elders in the world of cultivation." Yun Wanzhou stated calmly.
Xie Wuyang sneered in his heart. No wonder he saw so many unusual martial arts when he fought against hundreds of immortal families in his previous life.
He kept saying that he wanted to defeat the Demon Lord, but he actually started to use some tricks to devour his fellow disciples, using the flesh and blood of living people as bait.
Just at this moment, Anan in front suddenly stopped and refused to move forward no matter what.
"Master, you took so much trouble to take me out of the city. What exactly do you want to do?"
Anan originally thought that even if Yun Xianzun was unwilling to accept her as a disciple, she would still stay on Cangqiong Mountain and be closer to Yun Xianzun. Unexpectedly, the Lianwu Sect came back to kill her halfway and promised Ye Liang that if she joined the Lianwu Sect, everyone in the Ye Mansion could also enter the Lianwu Sect to practice Taoism. This made everyone in the Ye Mansion dizzy.
Except for Ye Huixuan, almost everyone was eager to send her out. The Sixth Aunt even threatened to use Jiang Sanniang's tablet.
Jiang Sanniang had never been married into the family, and could only be considered Ye Liang's mistress outside. She had no right to enter the Ye family ancestral hall. If Ye Liang had not been a conscientious man and brought Jiang Sanniang's tablet with him when he brought An Nan back to the Ye Mansion, Jiang Sanniang's body would probably still be in the wasteland.
Ye Liang had no feelings for Jiang Sanniang, and Ye Nan knew this. He also knew that if Sixth Aunt wanted Jiang Sanniang's tablet to be moved out of the Ye family ancestral hall, it would only be a matter of a coquettish word.
Elder Lianwu smiled at Ye Nan and said, "Don't you want to learn swordsmanship? I am also a swordsman and can teach you as well."
"Are you, like Yun Xianzun, also only one step away from ascending to heaven?"
Elder Lianwu's smile froze, "Being a teacher is not just about cultivation."
"Oh?" Anan opened his lips slightly and said mercilessly, "Immortal Yun once helped Yangzhou control the flood. As the Elder of Lianwu, did you do anything during the flood in Yangzhou?"
"I...I stayed in Yangzhou to evacuate the people."
Anan was shocked by Elder Lianwu's shameless appearance. "Regardless of whether the elder is capable of being a teacher, Anan did not come out with the elder to join the Lianwu Sect."
The elder was very angry, "Don't be ungrateful!"
Anan's expression was calm. "Anan is just stating the facts. I came out this time to leave the Ye family and go to Cangqiong Mountain. Thank you very much, Elder."
The elder laughed in anger and said coldly, "No need to thank me."
The right hand filled with spiritual power suddenly raised up. Anan was startled and had no time to dodge before the hand above his head fell down rapidly.
Elder Lianwu said sternly, "I should thank you very much—"
“Crack—”
The sound of branches breaking.
Just as a palm was about to land on Anan's head, the elder changed direction and his spiritual power slammed down on his side. Dust rose up on the ground, the smoke dissipated, and a deep pit in the shape of a palm appeared on the ground.
"who?"
Xie Wuyang's expression froze, and he and Yun Wanzhou hid behind a tree, his eyes fixed on the branch he had just stepped on and broke.
Elder Lianwu's cultivation was not low, and he only needed to use a little spiritual power to detect the two people behind the tree.
If he discovered the two of them, things would probably become even more difficult.
Xie Wuyang's heart hardened. He looked up at Yun Wanzhou and said in a low voice, "Master, can you lend me the Broken Snow?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded in agreement, "Yes."
Xie Wuyang took the Broken Snow Sword, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then found an excuse and turned back to Yun Wanzhou with a smile, "Master, please be a good disciple. I will go ahead and help you find some information."
After saying that, Xie Wuyang clenched the Broken Snow Sword in his hand, turned around and walked out of the concealed tree trunk, "It's me."
Having his good time interrupted, Elder Lianwu's brows were filled with anger, and his tone was irritable. "Why did another ignorant thing come here? Are you looking for death?"
Xie Wuyang looked around and finally met Elder Lianwu's angry gaze, "So it's an elder from the Lianwu Sect."
"Do you recognize me?" The elder frowned and couldn't help but look at Xie Wuyang again.
Xie Wuyang remained calm and said, "Of course, my master often mentioned you to me."
"Oh? Whose disciple are you sitting here?"
Xie Wuyang raised the Broken Snow Sword in his hand and answered readily, "I learned this from the Immortal Master Yun Wanzhou of Cangqiong Mountain."
When the elder saw the sword in Xie Wuyang's hand, his expression suddenly changed.
He had met Yun Wanzhou several times, so he naturally recognized Yun Wanzhou's natal spiritual weapon. There was probably no other sword in the world that could compare with Suixue.
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