Chapter 40: Palace Unexpectedly, the people in his sea of knowledge,...
If he had known that getting Yun Wanzhou to agree was so easy, why would he have been so cautious? He should have mentioned it to Yun Wanzhou at the beginning, which would have saved him a lot of time.
Knowing that the Nightmare Stone was very likely to appear again, Xie Wuyang felt much more relieved and ate an extra bowl of rice at every meal for several days.
The succession ceremony for the leader of the Wax Apple Sect was scheduled for the end of November, and preparations began more than two months in advance.
The succession conferences for the leaders of the past years were ostensibly the affairs of one's own sect, but in reality they had already developed into a golden age for all the immortal sects to compete for prominence.
Even a grand succession ceremony had to be accompanied by some kind of immortal competition, inviting young heroes from various sects to compete with each other, to stop at a certain point and not to endanger lives, and also to ask for many rare items as prizes.
The disciples of the immortal sect who received the invitation began to practice hard from the beginning of the preparations for the conference, just to show their talents and make a name for themselves in the competition. If they are lucky, they may be noticed by the elders of their own sect and be accepted as their closed disciples, to be taught all their life's knowledge.
Including the disciples of Cangqiong Mountain, in the months leading up to the succession ceremony, there was almost no other topic of discussion.
Xie Wuyang lay on the tree to catch up on his sleep, casually covering his face with the blue booklet given by Yun Wanzhou to block out the sunlight.
Recently, after reading a book written by Song Duoyan, the Lord of the Demon Realm, which mentioned "sleeping in a tree will strengthen your body", Xie Wuyang did just that.
After all, he was a member of the demon clan, so Xie Wuyang believed Song Duoyan's words without a doubt. Moreover, before reading this book, Xie Wuyang had heard that the former lord of the demon world had the habit of sleeping in trees when he was young.
Xie Wuyang didn't care whether it was true or not. Although he didn't feel much of the effect of strengthening the body, it was really comfortable to sleep under the warm sunshine.
"Brother, have you received an invitation to the Sect Leader Succession Ceremony? Those old men in the cultivation world have been in office longer than the last. For cultivators like us below the Golden Core stage, it's a rare opportunity to meet one."
"Got it, but there are so many talented people in the Immortal Sect, I'm afraid I won't get any ranking if I go there."
"Brother, what are you afraid of? Don't forget, we at Cang Qiong Mountain still have someone to support us."
"That's right. After all, he is the successor to the headmaster. Elders and disciples from all factions must attend. The cultivation of Yun Xianzun's two closed disciples is not that good." After saying this, the man seemed to have comforted himself, and his voice became proud.
Xie Wuyang was sleeping soundly, and the people below were buzzing like mosquitoes.
Xie Wuyang turned over, made a soft "tsk" sound, grabbed the book on his face and threw it at the people below. After finishing, he still felt unsatisfied and said sarcastically, "You and I are both in the foundation building stage, how can there be a difference between the two?"
After saying something bad about someone, they were caught by the person involved. The two disciples were so ashamed that they were speechless and wanted to find a hole to crawl into. "Xie Junior Brother, we don't mean to laugh at you, it's just the truth. No matter how angry you are..."
Xie Wuyang sneered, and with a swirl of spiritual power in his hand, a ray of fire shot straight down towards the two of them, cursing, "This is bullshit."
No one expected that Xie Wuyang would suddenly take action. One of the cultivators quickly performed a water-summoning technique, and a round ball of water gathered in the air, blocking the two men's heads. However, when the fire approached, it suddenly changed direction and attacked the two men's crotch. The two men looked down and were immediately scared pale.
At the critical moment, a piece of talisman paper floated over and covered the fireball before it could burn their pants. A puff of black smoke rose up, accompanied by a clear and gentle voice, "Thank you, Junior Brother. Uncle Yun specifically told me to keep an eye on you."
Because Xie Wuyang was eager to practice, his spiritual power had been particularly unstable in recent days. Yun Wanzhou was afraid that something might happen to him, so he sent Xu Pingsheng to watch him.
Xie Wuyang pushed himself up with his arms and jumped down from the tree.
Xie Wuyang had been stared at for several days straight, and he was already quite impatient. He frowned and said, "I know what's going on. Brother Xu, take this opportunity to prepare for the Lianwu Sect's Immortal Sect Competition. It's better than wasting time following me these days."
"Uncle Yun said," Xu Pingsheng said calmly, "If I keep an eye on you for seven days and make sure your spiritual energy is stable, he will teach me sword techniques."
"If you want to learn sword techniques, why don't you go find Wu Hanfeng?"
"My master is a talisman cultivator." Xu Pingsheng sighed.
I don’t know how a talisman cultivator could teach a disciple who is obsessed with swordsmanship.
Xie Wuyang looked at Xu Pingsheng and felt that this man was a fool. He simply ignored him and walked in the opposite direction.
Xu Pingsheng hurriedly followed, truly living up to Yun Wanzhou's words of "never leaving his side." "Where are you going now, Junior Brother Xie?"
"The attic is a forbidden area." Xie Wuyang said casually.
Xu Pingsheng paused and said, "Then I'll wait outside and wait for my junior brother to come out."
Xie Wuyang suddenly thought of something and turned around and said, "There are many ancient books in the forbidden area of the attic, including some rare sword techniques. Brother Xu, don't you want to take a look?"
If I could divert Xu Pingsheng's attention to something else, perhaps I could also live in peace.
"I do! Of course I do!" Xu Pingsheng answered without hesitation, "But the attic is a forbidden area after all. Junior Brother Xie can only enter and leave freely with the permission of Senior Uncle Yun. I can't do that. Not only do I..."
Xie Wuyang turned to look at Xu Pingsheng and advised, "The attic used to be a forbidden area because the Nightmare Stone was sealed there. Now that the Nightmare Stone is lost, it's okay for you to go there."
Xu Pingsheng suddenly reached out and covered Xie Wuyang's mouth, lowering his voice, "Junior Brother Xie, you must not publicize the loss of the Nightmare Stone. If other immortal sects or demons find out, the consequences will be disastrous."
Seeing Xu Pingsheng's nervous look, Xie Wuyang found it amusing and responded in a good mood, "Oh."
Since getting Yun Wanzhou's permission, Xie Wuyang has almost always lived in the attic of the forbidden area. On the one hand, it was to get some peace and quiet, and on the other hand, the forbidden area was a good place for cultivation.
Xie Wuyang did some calculations some time ago and found out that the original owner was not very talented and his cultivation level was increasing slowly. If he wanted to improve his cultivation level quickly, he had to work hard. In addition, the original owner never lacked elixirs and cultivation books, so he should be able to reach the middle stage of foundation building before the Wax Apple Ceremony.
Xie Wuyang didn't care about the empty reputation of the competition rankings. He just thought that if the person behind the theft of the Nightmare Stone and the framing of him really chose to do it at the Wax Apple Ceremony, with his stronger cultivation, he would have some self-protection ability. Maybe he could take advantage of the situation and snatch the Nightmare Stone away, leave the Immortal Sect's territory, and return to the Demon Realm to be his lord who would give him everything he wanted.
In the end, Xu Pingsheng was unable to go in with Xie Wuyang, but had to squat outside the door and guard it.
Xie Wuyang took out the martial arts book that he had practiced halfway last time and put it away. He placed his hands on his knees, sank his qi into his dantian, closed his eyes and concentrated.
In Xie Wuyang's sea of consciousness was a piece of dry land with crisscrossing cracks on the ground. Everywhere he looked was covered with yellow earth.
But for some reason, when Xie Wuyang entered the sea of consciousness this time, he felt that it was a little different from before.
The sea of consciousness that was once filled with wind and sand now seemed unusually quiet, as if it had been stopped abruptly by someone who had lost the talisman.
However, the immobilization talisman is only effective against living things, and no matter how powerful it is, it cannot stop the wind.
Xie Wuyang walked aimlessly on the ground, searching for something with a dazed look on his face.
The spiritual consciousness will always remember what its master subconsciously wants to do. Xie Wuyang is only at the foundation-building stage now, and even if his main consciousness is still there, he cannot control the actions of the spiritual consciousness.
It was not until a dazzling white color appeared in the pale yellow vision that the mind suddenly stopped and stood there motionless.
During normal practice, the consciousness would wander aimlessly to the end, but I don’t know what happened today, it actually changed its method.
Xie Wuyang wanted to unscrew the head of the spiritual consciousness to see what was inside.
Just when Xie Wuyang was bored to death and was counting numbers, his spiritual sense finally moved, and he walked towards the figure with a strong purpose.
Xie Wuyang was a little curious.
The book records that those who can appear in the sea of consciousness are the ones their master is most obsessed with. Xie Wuyang knew that he did not have any confidantes worth remembering, nor did he have any brothers who had been through thick and thin with him. When his spiritual consciousness walked behind this person and then around to the front of this person, Xie Wuyang finally saw what the person who impressed him looked like.
Unexpectedly, the person in his sea of consciousness turned out to be his old enemy from two lifetimes.
——Yun Wanzhou.
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