Chapter 41 Pills (End of inverted v) Yun Wanzhou seems particularly persistent...
Xie Wuyang was shocked, but also felt it was natural. After all, he died at the hands of Yun Wanzhou in his previous life. Whether it was hatred or something else, he still remembered Yun Wanzhou clearly. It was also expected that Yun Wanzhou would appear in his sea of consciousness.
The strong sense of spiritual existence suddenly relaxed. Xie Wuyang moved his fingertips and quickly realized that he had gained control of his body.
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and circled around the wooden man Yun Wanzhou. With a snap of his fingers, a palace rose out of thin air on the cracked ground in obedience to his will.
This was built by Xie Wuyang in his previous life when he was the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan. At that time, he was sitting on the magnificent chair in the front of the palace, with the Demon Lords and Demon Clan elders standing below, all of them urging him to attack the Immortal Sect or to take a concubine.
At that time, Xie Wuyang was already extremely tired of the war and was indifferent to the matter of taking a concubine. He usually responded perfunctorily to the words of the elders, or just raised his finger and raised Quexie on the head of the elder who gave him advice as a threat.
Now, no one could hear any advice that advised him to attack the Immortal Sect or to take a concubine and establish a queen.
Xie Wuyang sat on the chair above the palace, stroked the familiar pattern on the armrest, and his eyes passed through the empty center of the hall and fell on Yun Wanzhou.
"What advice does Elder Yun have?"
Xie Wuyang admired the strong. At the beginning, he always wanted to make his only opponent his own. By then, no one in the entire cultivation world would be able to defeat the two of them, not to mention the Nightmare Stone.
It's just that his opponent is pedantic and dull. Apart from guarding the hundreds of immortal sects, there seems to be nothing else to do in his life. It's as if his life has been predetermined, and from birth to death, he will not have a second choice.
Now looking at Yun Wanzhou, Xie Wuyang knew that he would not get any response, but it was also good to tease him for a while and relieve his lifelong obsession.
Xie Wuyang propped up his forehead with his hand, looking extremely exhausted. "Elder Yun, those elders outside the hall are making a fuss again. Can you help me drive them away?"
"Are they here to persuade the Lord to attack the cultivation world again?"
Xie Wuyang hadn't expected Yun Wanzhou to answer, but he opened his eyes instantly upon hearing the voice, a strange excitement flashing in his eyes. "Yes, they've been nagging me all day long, and it's so annoying. If Elder Yun is willing, why not just throw them into the Black River at the end of the Demon Realm and let them taste the bite of hungry ghosts? That way, they won't keep thinking about starting wars anymore, right?"
"Every time there's a war, the people of the Demon Realm suffer. Do those elders only care about power and profit? In that case, I still admire people like Elder Yun who are dedicated to serving the people."
Yun Wanzhou didn't say anything else, but Xie Wuyang became more and more excited as he played. When he got excited, he even stood up with the help of the handrail. "Oh, by the way, Elder Yun, have you heard of something called Nightmare Stone in your Cangqiong Mountain?"
Xie Wuyang smiled and hooked his finger at Yun Wanzhou, saying teasingly, "Go grab it and present it to me, okay?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear light suddenly flashed in Yun Wanzhou's eyes, which scared Xie Wuyang so much that he paused for breath and narrowed his eyes.
"Elder Yun, what do you think?" Xie Wuyang asked tentatively.
Most of the things that appeared in the sea of consciousness were just illusory figures without much consciousness. Yun Wanzhou could speak only according to what Xie Wuyang was thinking, and he definitely did not have his own thoughts.
Maybe it was because he had fallen into too many traps with Yun Wanzhou, but even though he knew this, Xie Wuyang still didn't dare to take it lightly.
Yun Wanzhou didn't reply, probably because Xie Wuyang also felt that Yun Wanzhou would not be the kind of person who would agree to such a thing. After ensuring that Yun Wanzhou in his sea of consciousness had no personal consciousness, Xie Wuyang breathed a sigh of relief and continued to act on his own.
"I've heard that the Nightmare Stone in your Cangqiong Mountain is very powerful. If Elder Yun can help me snatch it, then whether it's gold, silver, jewelry, or handsome men and beautiful women, as long as you ask, I can reward you with everything."
Yun Wanzhou nodded woodenly.
Xie Wuyang felt a little less emotional. After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that it was just a fantasy. So he got down from the chair in a good mood, walked to Yun Wanzhou and patted Yun Wanzhou on the shoulder, "If you agree, go quickly. I am in the Demon Realm..."
The man in front of him frowned suddenly and opened his thin lips slightly, "What are you doing?"
The smile on Xie Wuyang's lips froze, and the moment his eyes fell, he met Yun Wanzhou's clear gaze.
"You are... Master?!"
Like a thunderbolt piercing the sky, Yun Wanzhou slapped away Xie Wuyang's hand that was pressing on his shoulder. He glanced around the magnificent hall and asked, "Where is this place?"
Demon palace?
Where did he live in his previous life?
Xie Wuyang racked his brains but couldn't come up with a suitable explanation, so he simply answered truthfully, "It's my disciple's..."
Before he could utter the word "sea of consciousness", a strong force suddenly pushed Xie Wuyang. Xie Wuyang reflexively stretched out his hand to grab something, but when he touched Yun Wanzhou's sleeve, he grabbed nothing.
The palace collapsed and the illusion disintegrated.
In the forbidden attic, Xie Wuyang, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for a long time before regaining his consciousness.
Xie Wuyang propped himself up and looked around vigilantly.
Xu Pingsheng saw him like this and stepped forward to ask, "Junior Brother Xie, what happened?"
"Senior Brother Xu, did anyone come in while I was in the attic?" Xie Wuyang pretended to be calm.
Xu Pingsheng shook his head, "No."
Thinking of Yun Wanzhou in his sea of consciousness, Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes. Although he had doubts in his heart, he pretended to be nonchalant to Xu Pingsheng, "Nothing, just something went wrong during practice."
Generally speaking, it is safest for cultivators who have established their foundation to practice, because the cultivation methods are simple, use less spiritual power, and generally will not make mistakes.
But Xie Wuyang was different. He had only been building his foundation for a month, but he had already made two or three mistakes in his training. This time, Xu Pingsheng did not doubt it and casually reminded him, "Junior Brother Xie has just built his foundation, and his state of mind is unstable. You must practice according to the method taught by Uncle Yun."
Xie Wuyang responded perfunctorily and hurried to Yun Wanzhou's yard.
Wu Hanfeng did not lift the house arrest order on Yun Wanzhou, but it only worked at the beginning. Later, as time went by, no one tried to stop Yun Wanzhou. As long as Yun Wanzhou did not leave Cangqiong Mountain, Wu Hanfeng turned a blind eye and let him go.
Ever since he lost his spiritual power, Yun Wanzhou has been obsessed with drawing talismans and making medicine. Every time Xie Wuyang went to see him, he would stuff a lot of deadly things into his mouth. Xie Wuyang smiled and agreed on the surface, but secretly stuffed everything Yun Wanzhou gave him into the drawer in his room and never took a single pill.
As usual, Xie Wuyang thought that he would see Yun Wanzhou fiddling with pills this time, but when he pushed the door open, he saw Yun Wanzhou lying on a recliner, reading a book in his hands.
The title of the book was blocked by Yun Wanzhou's hand, so Xie Wuyang couldn't see the title and subconsciously thought it was a book about practicing immortal arts.
Xie Wuyang took a step forward with a normal expression, "Master."
Who would have thought that this call seemed to bring the person on the recliner back to his senses. He moved the book in his hand and his eyes fell calmly on Xie Wuyang.
Yun Wanzhou calmly stuffed the book into his sleeve, raised his eyelids and asked, "What's the matter?"
Xie Wuyang had come here to test the waters. Seeing Yun Wanzhou acting as if nothing had happened, he formed a silent judgment and casually started a conversation. "Today, when I was practicing, the spiritual energy in my body suddenly became agitated, and I accidentally went astray. I heard from Senior Brother Xu that foundation-building practice is very safe, so why is it different for me?"
"You had a serious illness when you were young, which left you with a chronic illness. Naturally, you are different from ordinary people."
"Then Master, how can you help me adjust?" Following Yun Wanzhou's words, Xie Wuyang asked casually.
Yun Wanzhou sat up straight and asked, "Have you taken the medicine I gave you?"
"Xie Wuyang didn't answer truthfully, and said calmly, "I ate it."
Yun Wanzhou didn't know whether he believed it or not, so he waved his hand at him and said, "I added an extra ingredient to the medicine, which may help you cultivate."
Xie Wuyang got goose bumps all over his body when he thought of the pill that was bigger than his eyeball. Now when he heard Yun Wanzhou say that it would help him practice, he responded cheerfully on the surface, but in his heart he felt more disgusted than anyone else.
"I remember that."
"In that case, please step aside." After saying that, Yun Wanzhou stood up with the help of the handrail. Before he could stand firmly, a book suddenly slipped out of his sleeve.
Xie Wuyang was already feeling a little guilty because of what happened in his sea of consciousness. When he saw the fallen book, he subconsciously wanted to help Yun Wanzhou. He took two steps forward, bent down and was about to pick it up, but Yun Wanzhou reacted faster than him. The moment he bent down, he reached out and picked up the book on the ground.
Xie Wuyang asked casually, "What book is Master reading?"
Perhaps it was Xie Wuyang's illusion, but after hearing his question, Yun Wanzhou's expression froze for a moment, then disappeared in a flash. "It's just some mental and sword techniques."
Xie Wuyang nodded.
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Ever since Yun Wanzhou in his sea of consciousness suddenly gained awareness that day, Xie Wuyang became extra careful when meditating.
When he was meditating and entering the sea of consciousness, he ran into Yun Wanzhou's figure for the third time. Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and his eyes fell on the locked drawer with resistance.
Although the "Yun Wanzhou" in his sea of consciousness did not make any extra movements like an ordinary puppet several times later, Xie Wuyang always felt that he would suddenly become conscious.
If it is true as Yun Wanzhou said, that the elixir he developed has the effect of consolidating cultivation, then can it also help him stabilize his sea of consciousness?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang finally opened the drawer with trembling hands, picked up a pill at random, closed his eyes and put it in his mouth.
After swallowing the pill, he realized that it was too big and his throat was dry and he couldn't swallow it. He searched the whole room for the teapot, but he found it, but it was empty.
Xie Wuyang frowned uncomfortably, and crushed the pill with a "crunch" sound, and a bitter taste spread in his mouth.
Yun Wanzhou seemed to be particularly obsessed with the saying that good medicine tastes bitter. The same was true of the ointment he made for himself last time. Just by smelling it, Xie Wuyang couldn't stand it.
Xie Wuyang thought the pill would be more bitter, until he actually bit it into pieces, and suddenly realized that it was not really bitter.
Xie Wuyang swallowed the medicine in his mouth and sat aside to rest for a while, until he estimated that the pill had been almost activated by the spiritual power. Then he sat on the bed and practiced the Fuguang God's skills that he had seen two days ago.
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