Chapter 32 Backlash "Immortal Yun, could it be that your disciple is..."
Although Anan actively cooperated and Xie Wuyang and the others also took the initiative to let him go, Elder Lianwu was still worried.
Coincidentally, Ye Nan behind him let the elder lead him with an indifferent expression. Along the way, his eyes were as calm as if he was looking at a dead person, which made the elder feel a chill on the back of his neck.
Elder Lianwu gritted his teeth and turned around with a fierce look, "Hurry up and don't even think about running away."
"Oh." Ye Nan had no fear of facing death or serious injury.
Elder Lianwu glanced at Ye Nan, snorted coldly and turned his head away.
This place is sparsely populated, and there is no one to be seen within a few miles.
The elder originally wanted to take action not far from the city, but he ran into two tough guys, Yun Wanzhou and Xie Wuyang, on the way and had to change his plan.
Fearing that the situation might change, Elder Lianwu took Ye Nan for a long walk in the suburbs before finally stopping.
This is a dilapidated temple that Anan has seen before. It is said that the current emperor was harmed by a villain when he was on a secret visit and was poisoned. He was lucky enough to save his life with the help of the God of Fuguang who came to the mortal world to do business.
Later, the emperor sent people to build a temple at the place where the deity rescued him and offer incense to repay the deity for saving his life.
At the beginning, the temple was very popular because it was built by the emperor himself, and many people from other cities came here to visit.
It’s a pity that it is only a temporary trend.
Staring at the decaying scene before him, Ye Nan let out a soft "tsk".
The elder paused and asked in a bad tone, "What do you want to say?"
He withdrew his gaze from the temple and looked at the elder with scrutiny. "I just feel that some people are like this temple. Even if they were once famous, they will eventually decline and turn into a handful of dust."
The elder heard the hidden meaning in Ye Nan's words, but pretended to be ignorant. "Are you talking about Yun Wanzhou? He is about to ascend, but he has been unable to break through the last level. Sooner or later, he will die under the scrutiny of the Heavenly Dao."
"Immortal Yun is different from you." Anan's voice turned cold.
Being compared to Yun Wanzhou time and again, Elder Lianwu yanked Ye Nan's wrist in frustration, his eyes sinister. "Of course he's different from me! When I obtain my innate spiritual body, my cultivation will skyrocket. By then, not to mention Yun Wanzhou, even if Fuguang Divine Venerable were alive, he wouldn't be my opponent!"
"Do you really think that as long as you obtain a natural spiritual body, you can be above Yunxianzun?"
The natural spiritual body is said to be miraculous in the world of cultivation. No one has ever seen it with their own eyes, but no one doubts the power of the natural spiritual body.
Elder Lianwu nodded in conviction. "You possess a natural spiritual body, but you haven't yet opened your sea of consciousness. Of course, you don't know its benefits. When I obtain it, I will never let such a good talent be buried in the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Lianwu suddenly struck Ye Nan's abdomen with a palm. The collision of flesh made a dull sound and knocked Ye Nan several feet away.
Ye Nan was not a cultivator. Due to long-term sword practice, his physical condition was only slightly better than that of an ordinary person. He vomited blood and his bones were broken on the spot.
Elder Lianwu easily leaped to Ye Nan's side and stared down at her, "Are you convinced?"
Ye Nan's face was covered in blood, and he forced a smile. "You are an evil cultivator, but I am different. I will never choose such a path."
Elder Lianwu's face twisted, and he stepped on Ye Nan's chest. "So? Are you convinced?"
Ye Nan sneered, "I don't accept it."
His chest cavity had already been severely damaged, and breathing became even more difficult. Ye Nan's vision went dark and he vaguely heard the sound of his chest bones breaking.
She gritted her teeth, still stubborn, and every word she uttered was accompanied by a strong smell of blood. "Yun Xianzun is upright and honest, you will never be able to compare to..."
"Oh?" Elder Lianwu raised his eyebrows and gathered spiritual power on his legs, intending to crush Anan's chest. "Yun Wanzhou left you to die and handed you over to me with his own hands, and you are still siding with him?"
"yes."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"
"Don't be afraid." Ye Nan showed no fear at all.
Elder Lianwu paused and narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
"You only know that the innate spirit body is gifted, but do you know..." Ye Nan said with difficulty, "how to remove the innate spirit body?"
Elder Lianwu paused, then suddenly raised his hand and pinched Ye Nan's chin, "You've never practiced before, so how did you know?!"
"I once... once met an immortal..." Blood foam bubbled between his lips and teeth, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead. "The immortal said... I was born with a spiritual body..."
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As an immortal, Yun Wanzhou was not only good at swordsmanship, but also had excellent lightness skills. He could jump several feet high with one leap, which made it difficult for Xie Wuyang who was chasing him from behind.
Xie Wuyang followed behind breathlessly, and just as Yun Wanzhou was about to disappear from his sight, the figure at the end finally stopped briefly.
They were afraid of alerting the enemy, so they did not wield their swords.
What Xie Wuyang had never expected was that this body's lightness skills were so weak that Yun Wanzhou easily left it far behind.
Just as Xie Wuyang was thinking about whether to let Yun Wanzhou go first, Xie Wuyang felt a sudden tightening around his waist, and then a force pulled him into the air.
Yun Wanzhou tiptoed up the tree with ease, and then, with the help of the elasticity of the branches, he flew through the jungle at a high speed.
When Xie Wuyang was the Demon Lord, he had practiced Qinggong quite well, and it was no problem for him to roam the Demon Realm. However, even though he had lived for decades, this was the first time that someone had taught him Qinggong.
Compared to flying with a sword, Yun Wanzhou's lightness skill was extremely stable. Except for the ups and downs when necessary, Xie Wuyang did not feel dizzy at all, as if walking on flat ground.
As the saying goes, "the higher you stand, the farther you can see." This is true. With the help of Yun Wanzhou's light skills, it didn't take long for the two of them to see the dilapidated temple, as well as Ye Nan and Elder Lianwu in front of it.
Elder Lianwu had his back to them, and Xie Wuyang couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only see Anan lying on the ground covered in blood, and Anan's hands tightly pulling at Elder Lianwu's clothes.
"Elder, are you going to...eat me alive?" Ye Nan said weakly.
After being scolded several times by Ye Nan, Elder Lianwu ignored her and just continued to transfer spiritual power to the spiritual weapon in his hand.
Before Xie Wuyang had time to figure out the weirdness of the illusion, he would never let Ye Nan die so easily at the hands of Elder Lianwu.
He frowned, gathered spiritual power in his hand, and accurately hit Elder Lianwu's wrist. The elder was not noticing for a moment, and his wrist shook, and the spiritual power condensed in the magic weapon dissipated in an instant.
Yun Wanzhou hugged Xie Wuyang and fell behind the elder. Xie Wuyang didn't have time to think, he pulled out the broken snow in his arms and slashed it at the elder's back.
There is still some spiritual power of Yun Wanzhou left in the Broken Snow Sword. Although Xie Wuyang's spiritual power is low and cannot provide enough spiritual power to Broken Snow, its power should not be underestimated.
As if feeling the pressure from the spiritual weapon, the spiritual power transmitted by Elder Lianwu suddenly stagnated, and when the broken snow was about to fall on him, he dodged to the side.
Just as he was about to hit Elder Lianwu, the broken snow in Xie Wuyang's hand suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and the sword rang continuously.
The sword body seemed to have a crack, and misty white spiritual power continuously poured out and dissipated. The sword body, which was covered with broken snow, also became extremely heavy, weighing down Xie Wuyang's wrist and causing it to tremble.
The sword energy backfired.
However, as long as the owner agrees, the spiritual weapon will never easily backfire on the user when used.
Why is Yun Wanzhou, this piece of snow, so disobedient?
Xie Wuyang increased the strength of his grip on the sword, and his internal organs were trembling from the pressure of the sword.
Yun Wanzhou flashed in front of Xie Wuyang, put two fingers together and lifted up Xie Wuyang's wrist, "Gather the spirit."
Elder Lianwu seemed to have seen something interesting and squinted his eyes to look at Xie Wuyang. "Immortal Yun, could it be that your disciple is..."
Before he could finish his words, Yun Wanzhou turned his head with a sharp gaze and said in a cold tone, "Shut up."
The elder had already used up some of his spiritual power in order to obtain the natural spiritual body, and now only 70% or 80% of his cultivation was left. Facing Yun Wanzhou, whom he couldn't defeat even in his prime, he now tried to hide whenever possible.
The elder leaned aside and stood in front of An Nan calmly, saying with a smile, "The Immortal Venerable just let me go. I am very grateful. If the Immortal Venerable needs this natural spirit body, I can give you half."
Yun Wanzhou ignored him.
The broken snow in his hand gradually calmed down. Although Xie Wuyang was puzzled by the unusual movement of the sword, he did not ask any more questions.
Maybe Yun Wanzhou’s spiritual weapon is unusual and can’t be used by anyone except its owner?
After his body calmed down, Xie Wuyang ignored Elder Lianwu and walked straight to Ye Nan's side.
Ye Nan's breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible, and only the slight rise and fall of her chest confirmed that she was still alive.
Xie Wuyang drew a talisman in the air and hit Ye Nan with it, giving her her last breath.
"You are not Ye Nan." Xie Wuyang said affirmatively.
Ye Nan's eyelids half opened and half closed, and he pulled the corners of his lips weakly, "As expected of a disciple of Yun Xianzun, you are quite clever, but you still guessed wrong a little."
Xie Wuyang frowned, "If you were Ye Nan, how did you learn the spell?"
Elder Lianwu's eyes widened when he heard this, "She knows how to cast spells?"
He originally thought that Miss Ye only knew a little about the immortal monks because she had been enlightened by a master, but he never thought that she actually knew talismans?
Thinking of this, Elder Lianwu's eyes went dark and cold sweat broke out on his back.
If that was true, then if he had been careless and distracted for a moment while dealing with Ye Nan just now, Ye Nan would have probably outmaneuvered him.
Elder Lianwu was so frightened that his face turned pale and he took two steps back.
Ye Nan suddenly raised his hand and glanced at Yun Wanzhou, who was not far away. "I'm afraid the Immortal Master doesn't remember, but this... the Immortal Master taught me..."
Xie Wuyang frowned, looking at Ye Nan with a puzzled look, "You said my master taught you?"
But looking at Yun Wanzhou's expression, there was no way he had ever seen Ye Nan.
Ye Nan remained silent.
Xie Wuyang turned to look at Yun Wanzhou, who also looked puzzled. He walked over to Ye Nan's side, frowned, and asked, "When have I seen you before?"
He searched his memories over the past few years and found no child named Ye Nan, let alone Ye Nan saying that he had taught her talismans.
Ye Nan did not answer Yun Wanzhou's question, but just stared at him intently, as if recalling something through him.
After a long pause, Ye Nan curved his lips and smiled, "Never mind, the Immortal Venerable is kindhearted and has saved countless people. I knew this when I was young. If the Immortal Venerable doesn't remember An Nan, do you remember what you sought when you traveled down the mountain as a young man?"
"What do you want?" Yun Wanzhou muttered to himself, as if he remembered something, and looked up at Xie Wuyang.
Ye Nan's eyes gradually became hazy. "It seems that the Immortal Venerable has remembered. I remember clearly that the Immortal Venerable once said that he would take me to Cangqiong Mountain..."
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