Chapter 5: Master "Master's Master?"
Xie Wuyang's sudden words made Yun Wanzhou stunned, but he didn't show it on his face, "What's wrong?"
Xie Wuyang looked up and saw Yun Wanzhou's bewildered expression. He stared at him and said, "Master, I have kept you waiting for a long time."
Although he admitted his mistake, there was no trace of guilt on his face.
Yun Wanzhou hadn't noticed, or perhaps he had noticed but didn't take it to heart. He said calmly, "No problem."
After saying that, he walked straight down the mountain.
He thought he would be scolded, but he didn't expect such a flat reaction. Xie Wuyang felt a breath stuck in his chest and felt a little depressed.
He is really good at pretending, even in front of his disciples. He is worthy of being the hypocritical Immortal Master of Cangqiong Mountain.
Xie Wuyang followed behind Yun Wanzhou, his mind in turmoil, unable to understand why he had been defeated by Yun Wanzhou in his previous life. As he walked, the disciple token hanging on his waist flipped, attracting Xie Wuyang's attention.
Yun Wanzhou was willing to give up the Emperor’s Heavenly Wood.
"Master."
"What's the matter?" A cold voice floated from behind, but the person in front did not turn around, leaving Xie Wuyang with only a cold and outstanding back.
Xie Wuyang stared at his straight back, trying to discern Yun Wanzhou's true inner thoughts. "I've read in books that the Emperor's Heavenly Wood is extremely difficult to obtain. Master, wouldn't it be a waste of such a gift to make a token for your disciple?"
Yun Wanzhou paused, as if surprised that his young disciple could actually recognize this object. "Everything has its use, so why should we talk about whether it's worth it or not? People who practice Taoism should not be disturbed by external things."
Xie Wuyang saw the other party's slight pause as a cover-up. He said with a sarcastic expression, "Thank you for your teachings, Master. I just don't know where Master Emperor Tianmu got this from?"
"A gift from my master."
To Yun Wanzhou, money is just something outside of his body. It is worth it as long as it is useful. Moreover, tracing the origin of this thing is just his little disciple's curiosity, so it is okay to tell him.
Yun Wanzhou’s master?
A hint of surprise flashed in Xie Wuyang's eyes.
He had fought with Yun Wanzhou for several years, but he had never heard anyone say that Yun Wanzhou also had a master.
According to rumors in the world of cultivation, Yun Wanzhou's cultivation is outstanding and no one in the world can defeat him. Who can teach him?
Under normal circumstances, Xie Wuyang would definitely take the opportunity to mock Yun Wanzhou and ask him, "Who on earth is so unlucky as to accept such a heartless and disloyal disciple?"
But now, his identities are reversed. Not only can he not offend Yun Wanzhou, he also has to respect his teacher and honor the Tao.
"Master's master? To be able to teach someone as godlike as Master, he must be a very powerful master, right?"
Xie Wuyang deliberately emphasized the words "godlike", which carried some unspeakable meaning, but Yun Wanzhou was unaware of it.
Yun Wanzhou turned around and looked at Xie Wuyang's exaggerated and frivolous expression in silence for a long time. Finally, he just nodded and said, "Yeah, it's quite impressive."
If that person is willing, he should be the number one in the world of cultivation, right?
The title of Immortal Venerable should be returned to him.
Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on the piece of imperial wood.
There was still a small piece of the Emperor's Heavenly Wood, which he made into a book nameplate. Thinking about it carefully, the bamboo slips should still be sealed in the forbidden attic, stored intact.
And the remaining piece...
The peach wood used for disciple tokens had been used up a month ago. Cangqiong Mountain only recruits disciples every fifteen years, and new peach wood is not needed for the time being.
Yun Wanzhou searched all over Cangqiong Mountain but to no avail. His gaze wandered around and finally landed on the wooden sign hanging beside the bed.
The Emperor's Heavenly Wood is something left behind by the Master.
The Emperor's Heavenly Wood could calm the mind and ward off evil spirits, so he hung it on the wall with a rope.
Now that the little apprentice’s token is gone, this piece of wood can be put to use, so it’s not wasted.
Unfortunately, when the wood was found, Cuiwei Pavilion in Cangqiong Mountain, where the disciple tokens were carved, was closed.
That night, the lights in Yun Wanzhou's room were still on. The Broken Snow Sword was turned into the size of a dagger and carved on the wooden sign one stroke at a time.
…
It was not until they had walked for a long time that Xie Wuyang realized that Yun Wanzhou had not followed him.
When Xie Wuyang turned around, Yun Wanzhou was standing on the Broken Snow Sword.
The fluttering hem of the clothes and the Broken Snow Sword blend seamlessly into one, standing out from the barren peaks of Cangqiong Mountain.
Xie Wuyang suddenly remembered the thing called "flying with a sword".
In his previous life, after the second uprising broke out, Xie Wuyang rarely left the Demon Realm, let alone flew on a sword.
Quexie's only use is killing and punishment.
Anything else would just sit quietly on his index finger, serving as an insignificant decoration.
Realizing that he could fly with the sword, Xie Wuyang subconsciously tried to turn the ring on his index finger, but only touched the raised knuckle.
Yes, he has no Quexie in this life, and he doesn't even have spiritual power.
Xie Wuyang paused and looked at Yun Wanzhou for help.
The size of the spiritual weapon can change according to the owner's thoughts. When Xie Wuyang also stood on the Broken Snow Sword, the Broken Snow Sword instantly became a circle larger. Even if two people stood on it, it did not seem crowded.
After Xie Wuyang stood firm, he looked up in surprise, "Master?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Wanzhou bent his arm and the sword stopped moving, but his white sleeves almost covered Xie Wuyang's face.
The scent of grass and trees in his nostrils made Xie Wuyang's thoughts stagnate. Before he could come back to his senses, Yun Wanzhou suddenly and forcefully grabbed Xie Wuyang's hand, placed it on his sleeve, and said coldly, "Hold it tight."
Xie Wuyang subconsciously clenched the clothes in his hands. Just as he was ready, Yun Wanzhou snapped his fingers together and the broken snow suddenly shot straight into the sky.
Feeling the wind in his ears, Xie Wuyang finally understood why Yun Wanzhou asked him to hold on tightly.
He had lived for decades and had never seen a sword being wielded like this.
Like a wild horse breaking free from its reins, an arrow is shot out.
It was out of control, as if they were going to throw Xie Wuyang out alive.
The sleeves in his hands became his only support.
When Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and barely saw the profile of the person in front of him, he found that his ear bones were stiff and he pointed his sword at the clouds with nonchalantness. There were only a handful of people in the world who could do this. Yun Wanzhou could do this a hundred years ago. No wonder he could easily kill him under the broken snow later.
Yun Wanzhou successfully stopped Xie Wuyang from stealing the Nightmare Stone.
In the great battle in the world of cultivation, Yun Wanzhou killed Xie Wuyang.
After his resurrection, Yun Wanzhou became the master that Xie Wuyang had to respect.
Now that he is flying on a sword, Xie Wuyang has no choice but to live under someone else's roof.
The murderer who killed him in his previous life was right in front of him, and a top-grade immortal weapon was within his reach. Xie Wuyang's brows gradually became cold, and his murderous intent surged. He had imagined countless times in his mind the chances of his successful revenge.
is zero.
He didn't have any chance at all. Not to mention whether his current body could pierce Yun Wanzhou's protective spiritual power, even if he really killed Yun Wanzhou, he would be torn to pieces at best after falling from this ten thousand meter height.
The biting wind whistled in his ears, awakening Xie Wuyang's gradually out-of-control emotions. He lowered his eyes to hide his turbulent heart and pretended nothing had happened.
However, when he finally makes a comeback, he will definitely take revenge for all these grudges!
The two people landed in a village.
When Yun Wanzhou cast the spell to search for the Nightmare Stone, the direction of his spiritual power was pointing to this place.
This village looks like it has been uninhabited for a long time.
The houses in the village were scattered sparsely everywhere, and the crisscrossing fields were filled with dry and cracked soil, completely devoid of life.
Yun Wanzhou cast a talisman on his forehead, pointing to the Nightmare Stone right here. However, this place is deserted and even birds and beasts are scarce. The person who stole the Nightmare Stone must have other intentions by choosing this place.
Realizing this, Xie Wuyang frowned and looked around vigilantly.
The doors of every household were closed, and apart from Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou, there was no one else on the village path.
If I had to say what was special about it...
Xie Wuyang's gaze paused and fell on the house closest to them.
This is probably it.
All the houses in the village were locked, except for this house, whose door was empty. The door was closed but not locked. The only other reason could be that someone lived there, except that the owner forgot to close the door.
Xie Wuyang curled the corners of his lips and said to Yun Wanzhou, "Master, there are so many houses here, and there's no guarantee that there might be someone alive in any of them. We're just wandering around here, why don't we go inside and look for someone else's house?"
"Why do you say that?" Yun Wanzhou turned to look at him.
Xie Wuyang tilted his head and pointed at the house in front and said, "There's a house here that doesn't have a lock."
Looking in the direction Xie Wuyang pointed, Yun Wanzhou's face showed a hint of surprise.
When did his disciple become so powerful?
The two men came to the door one after the other. When they got closer, they found that although the house was not locked, the keyhole was already rusted, and it did not look like it was occupied by ordinary people.
Xie Wuyang walked straight to the door and knocked on it. "Is anyone there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise from inside the door, "Who is it?"
The door was opened from the inside, and a woman was standing in the room.
His hair was wrapped in blue cloth, and he wore a robe in front of him. His cheeks were plump and round, but his eyes were a little tired and his gaze seemed empty.
The woman's dark eyes darted between the two men, and after seeing their attire, she breathed a sigh of relief. "So you are two immortals! Please come in."
After saying that, the woman took a step back and made way.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows, looked at the furnishings in the room, and asked casually, "How did Auntie know that we are immortal cultivators?"
The woman gave him a wry smile and said, "You two immortals, you may not know that in the past three months, a monster has suddenly appeared in our village. In order to get rid of this monster, we have hired many immortal cultivators. After seeing it so many times, they naturally recognize it."
After saying that, the woman pointed at Xie Wuyang's waist and said, "What's more, this little immortal is wearing a waist badge."
After hearing this explanation, Xie Wuyang's smile deepened, "So that's how it is."
"The Immortal is so extraordinary. I sincerely hope that he can save our village, even if it's just a try."
"Okay, okay, but we have never seen that monster. Why don't you tell us about it first, Auntie?" Xie Wuyang agreed without any intention of shirking the responsibility.
After he finished speaking, he did not forget to glance at Yun Wanzhou out of the corner of his eye. He found that the other party had pursed his thin lips, and his eyes were indifferently cast aside, not knowing what he was looking at.
Hearing Xie Wuyang's answer, the woman's eyes lit up, "Immortal, are you serious?"
Xie Wuyang nodded, "Really."
The woman's face was filled with joy as she hurriedly invited the two men into the house. "There are mostly rumors about that monster in the village. The people who are still alive have moved away. I've only seen it once. If the Immortal can eliminate this monster, I would be willing to work like a slave for you."
As Xie Wuyang walked into the house, he asked, "Auntie, are you saying that you are the only one left in the village?"
"Our village is very big. This is the front village. I don't know if there are any people left in the back village." The woman turned around and poured a cup of tea for the two of them. "I haven't asked the two immortal masters where they came from. I also want to have a place to go when I want to repay my gratitude."
"Cang Qiong Mountain." Xie Wuyang took the teacup and played with it in his hand boredly.
"Cangqiong Mountain..." the woman repeated in a low voice with her eyes lowered.
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