Chapter 49: Grudges (Overhaul) Between him and Yun Wanzhou...in their previous lives...
The Iceberg Snow Lotus in Xie Wuyang's hand was protected by Yun Wanzhou's spiritual power all the way, so it did not turn into dust.
Staring at the snow lotus in his hand, Xie Wuyang was in no mood to think about the prescription given to him by Elder Wushuang. His attention was all focused on Yu Guangzhong and Yun Wanzhou's profile.
Xie Wuyang was not sure whether Yun Wanzhou had really used the power of origin, so he could only glance at Yun Wanzhou's expression from time to time.
The damage to spiritual consciousness should not be underestimated. The higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the spiritual consciousness, and the greater the damage suffered if the spiritual consciousness is used.
But Yun Wanzhou seemed to be at ease, with no sign of being seriously injured, which made Xie Wuyang doubt his own guess.
The scattered spiritual power of the Iceberg Snow Lotus entangled in the barrier, emitting bright and dim spots of light.
After Xie Wuyang looked at Yun Wanzhou countless times, Yun Wanzhou finally responded and turned around to meet his gaze.
The Immortal Venerable's brows relaxed, and his expression revealed a bit of doubt and confusion, as if he was asking Xie Wuyang if there was anything wrong.
Xie Wuyang moved his Adam's apple and suddenly felt his throat was extremely dry. He had many questions to ask, but he didn't know where to start.
After a long silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Master...how did you recover your spiritual power?"
As he finished speaking, the speed of the flying snow under his feet seemed to slow down, and soon it returned to its usual speed.
"Do you still remember the spell that Fuguang Shenzun used to draw the spiritual power of heaven and earth?"
At that time, Xie Wuyang had just established his foundation. He had not read carefully and paid attention to his vision, so he accidentally made a mistake and got injured.
Xie Wuyang nodded, "Disciple remembers."
"Luohua Snow Mountain is filled with spiritual energy, which makes the spell extremely effective and helps me recover my cultivation."
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, his eyes flashing, "Really?"
"Why would I lie to you about this?" Yun Wanzhou frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Xie Wuyang asking such a question.
If it were in the past, Xie Wuyang might have really believed Yun Wanzhou's words, but since his rebirth, in the few months he spent with Yun Wanzhou, Xie Wuyang suddenly discovered that this immortal who appeared cold and heartless was always secretly swallowing a lot of pain behind his back.
He treated the original body very well, and it is entirely possible that he chose not to tell the truth in order not to worry the original body.
Xie Wuyang tightened his grip on Yun Wanzhou's sleeve, and without answering, he silently injected a stream of spiritual power into him.
His cultivation level was not high, and since he and Yun Wanzhou were of the same clan, he would not easily repel the spiritual power in Yun Wanzhou's body. As long as the little tricks he did in secret were not loud, they would not be sensed.
It is said that only the closest people can enter a person's sea of consciousness. From the moment Xie Wuyang saw Yun Wanzhou's shadow in the sea of consciousness, he vaguely understood something.
The grudge between him and Yun Wanzhou has been a tangled mess in past and present lives, and it is impossible to cut it off or sort it out.
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This was the first time Xie Wuyang entered the sea of consciousness of someone other than himself.
Xie Wuyang always felt that his sea of consciousness was dull and desolate, just like the rest of his life as a demon lord.
It was not until he saw Yun Wanzhou's sea of consciousness that he suddenly doubted his own understanding.
Compared to Xie Wuyang's sea of consciousness, Yun Wanzhou's sea of consciousness was obviously not much better. There were no flowers, trees, or beautiful mountains and rivers here. There were only rippling waves under his feet, and nothing else.
The spiritual power injected by Xie Wuyang circled in the sea of consciousness, fell on the water surface, and turned into a human form.
In the water mirror, a human face was clearly reflected.
It was the face of an adult man, tall and handsome, with a pair of slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, thin lips slightly pursed, and a blood-red magic pattern on his forehead that was enchanting and dazzling, adding a bit of evil spirit.
Looking at the person in the water mirror, Xie Wuyang raised his hand and touched his face. When he found that the person in the water mirror did the same action as himself, he frowned in confusion.
He and Yun Wanzhou are of the same clan and origin, and his spiritual power was cultivated from his original body. How could the person he transformed into look like himself in his previous life?
Xie Wuyang subconsciously looked down at his right index finger, and when he saw that the base of the finger was empty, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although I don't know what the situation is like now, the evil is gone. I think the evil spirit from his previous life has not been brought here, so it should be fine.
The lake is vast and empty, with no end in sight. Only a few water walls, sometimes high and sometimes low, are left in between.
Xie Wuyang had only taken two steps when he suddenly saw a white robe appearing behind the water wall in front of him. His eyes paused slightly, and then he strode over.
If the master did not concentrate his mind into the sea of consciousness, the consciousness would be just a shell without independent awareness. Yun Wanzhou was concentrating on flying the sword at the moment, and Xie Wuyang had no worries in this regard.
The water wall in sight changed without warning, and collapsed with a "crash", revealing the figure behind the wall.
Yun Wanzhou's body swayed, and his head was about to fall to the ground. Xie Wuyang rushed forward in three steps and caught Yun Wanzhou's head.
This action brought the two people very close, so close that Xie Wuyang could clearly see the tiny pores on Yun Wanzhou's face.
The Immortal Venerable's face was pale at this time, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were tightly closed. Only his trembling eyelashes and the faint breath through his nose made Xie Wuyang know that he was just asleep.
No matter how well one performs on a human face, one cannot deceive others regarding the state of one's spiritual consciousness.
Yun Wanzhou's consciousness was somewhat dim, and the spiritual energy around him scattered. The faint light disappeared an inch away from his body, and it was unknown where it went.
Xie Wuyang frowned, not caring what Yun Wanzhou would think when he saw him like this. He shook the hand that was supporting Yun Wanzhou's face, "Master?"
The usually vigilant man showed no reaction and allowed others to approach him.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but breathe softly, circulating spiritual power through his fingertips. After making sure that there was no trace of demonic energy, he mustered up the courage to place his hand on Yun Wanzhou's wrist.
Yun Wanzhou forcibly restored his cultivation to the Mahayana stage, and his spiritual consciousness was severely damaged. Xie Wuyang only used a little spiritual power to check the state of his spiritual consciousness, and found that Yun Wanzhou's spiritual consciousness was full of cracks, and the scattered spiritual power was pouring out from these cracks.
There is no way Yun Wanzhou was unaware of this matter.
Despite being seriously injured, he managed to remain silent, fought the man in black, and then rushed to Lianwu without stopping. Even a strong body could not bear it.
Is Yun Wanzhou trying to kill himself?
Feeling that Yun Wanzhou's consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, Xie Wuyang loosened his hand on Yun Wanzhou's wrist and dropped him to the ground.
Speaking of which, in the decades of fighting against Yun Wanzhou, Xie Wuyang had never seen Yun Wanzhou show weakness. But after being reborn for only a few months, he had actually witnessed Yun Xianzun fainting twice in front of him.
The last time was in Ye Nan’s fantasy world.
Xie Wuyang gathered his spiritual power in his palm and injected it all into Yun Wanzhou's body.
His cultivation has now reached the foundation-building stage. Even if he cannot restore Yun Wanzhou's consciousness to its original state, he can use his own spiritual power to seal the scattered spiritual power of Yun Wanzhou's consciousness, so that Yun Wanzhou will no longer continue to burn his consciousness.
The clear and pure spiritual power enveloped the spiritual consciousness, continuously penetrating into Yun Wanzhou's spiritual consciousness, intertwining and blending with it, without any sign of rejection.
Xie Wuyang didn't dare to relax for a moment. Not only did he not stop, he also increased the intensity of the spiritual power supply.
Although Luohua Snow Mountain is not far from Cangqiong Mountain, considering the severity of Yun Wanzhou's damage to his spiritual consciousness, Xie Wuyang is not sure whether he can hold on to Cangqiong Mountain and see Wu Hanfeng.
The moment his spiritual power stopped dispersing, the surface of the water in his sea of consciousness suddenly began to vibrate. Before Xie Wuyang could retract his spiritual power, he was pulled out of his sea of consciousness by a force.
When he felt solid ground under his feet again, Xie Wuyang felt his body sway and he almost fell from the air.
Suddenly, a hand grasped my arm, and a clear voice came from the front, "You sealed my sea of consciousness?"
Xie Wuyang's feet swayed again, barely holding his body steady. He looked up at the person in front of him with a slight surprise, "Master, how could you know..."
Before he could finish his words, Xie Wuyang paused and suddenly stopped talking.
It is generally acknowledged in the world of cultivation that spiritual powers of the same origin will not be rejected by the sea of consciousness.
However, Yun Wanzhou was only one step away from ascending to heaven, and his spiritual power had already surpassed nature. Xie Wuyang was not sure whether this understanding would work for Yun Wanzhou.
The hand on his arm was suddenly pulled back. Yun Wanzhou said nothing and concentrated on studying the Broken Snow Sword again.
Unable to use the power of origin, Yun Wanzhou returned to the state of spiritual power depletion when he was seriously injured. Only a little power was left that had not been used up after it was taken out. Even flying the sword became a bit strenuous.
Yun Wanzhou put his index fingers together and drew them twice in the air, but the Broken Snow Sword did not return to its usual obedient state. Instead, it tilted suddenly, almost throwing the two people off the sword.
Xie Wuyang managed to grab Yun Wanzhou's sleeve, and seeing that the man was about to try again, he finally stabilized himself and pressed down Yun Wanzhou's fingers.
Yun Wanzhou's fingers were very thin, and the raised joints made Xie Wuyang's palm itch, as if burned by something. He suddenly withdrew his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, let me do it."
"Shattered Snow is my spiritual weapon. How can you control it?"
Xie Wuyang suddenly curled his eyes at him, and suddenly raised his hand that was hanging by his side, passed it around Yun Wanzhou's shoulder and placed it in front of him. His clenched fist loosened little by little, revealing a little golden light inside.
"When I sealed my master's consciousness, I stole some of his spiritual power." As he spoke, Xie Wuyang moved his fingertips, and the spiritual power in the distance suddenly spread out and surrounded the broken snow.
When sealing his spiritual consciousness, it was inevitable that he would be contaminated by Yun Wanzhou's scattered spiritual power. Xie Wuyang didn't think much about it at first, and let the spiritual power stick to his body and follow him out of the sea of consciousness.
I never thought it would come in handy.
Looking at the broken snow under his feet, a hint of surprise flashed in Yun Wanzhou's eyes.
He had noticed something when Xie Wuyang entered his sea of consciousness, and even paid attention to it, but he didn't realize that his disciple had brought out any spiritual power.
Thinking of this, Yun Wanzhou turned his head to take a look at Xie Wuyang's expression, but a pair of hands suddenly pressed down on his arms, stopping his movement.
Xie Wuyang withdrew his hand, his eyes accidentally sweeping across Yun Wanzhou's snow-white neck, and he looked away as if nothing had happened, "Master is in front, be careful when flying the sword."
Yun Wanzhou, who had always been the one educating his disciples, froze when he was reminded by his disciples for the first time, and said "hmm" in a calm manner.
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The succession ceremony of the leader of the Lianwu Sect is about to be held. Although there is a big gap between Cangqiong Mountain and the Lianwu Sect, they still have to do some overt efforts.
When Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou returned to Cangqiong Mountain, Wu Hanfeng was checking the number of gifts with two disciples.
Normally, the Wax Apple Competition is held at the end of November, and it is completely sufficient to prepare the gifts at the beginning of the month. Wu Hanfeng started preparing so early, which is completely inconsistent with his usual style.
Yun Wanzhou and Xie Wuyang entered the hall one after another and stopped in front of several boxes in the middle.
The disciple who was counting the number of people looked up when he heard the noise. Seeing that it was Yun Wanzhou, he quickly stopped what he was doing and saluted, "Greetings to the Immortal Yun."
Yun Wanzhou frowned and looked up at Wu Hanfeng, "Brother, this wax apple competition..."
He wanted to ask why they had started preparing so early, but something in his words struck Wu Hanfeng, who immediately threw the gift booklet in his hand at him, "You still remember to come back?!"
The bamboo slips fell to the ground at the feet and rolled twice before coming to rest flat on the ground.
Xie Wuyang tilted his eyes slightly and could vaguely see the words above.
Although Cangqiong Mountain had been fighting with the Lianwu Sect for several years, it was not careless in giving gifts, and one of them was even a top-grade spiritual weapon.
After throwing the things away, Wu Hanfeng still felt unsatisfied. He circled back and forth in front of the two people twice, then suddenly raised his finger and pointed at Yun Wanzhou, looking very disappointed. "How many times have I told you that your meridians are damaged and you can't use spiritual power for the past six months? Have you ignored my words? Or is it true that only Master can control you in this world?"
This was the second time Xie Wuyang heard someone mention Yun Wanzhou's master. He glanced at Yun Wanzhou out of the corner of his eye.
Xie Wuyang couldn't read minds and couldn't guess what Yun Wanzhou was thinking at the moment, but when he caught a glimpse of the Immortal Venerable's slightly lowered eyes, he inexplicably felt a sense of loneliness and desolation.
But before he could take a closer look, Yun Wanzhou suddenly raised his eyelids, revealing his usual calm and composed eyes, "Brother, I didn't mean that."
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