Chapter 52: Jade Spike. Those were the jade spikes Yun Wanzhou often hung on the broken snow...
Yun Wanzhou was stunned by Xie Wuyang's sudden question, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"
Xie Wuyang curled his lips slightly and shook his head. "Nothing, I just suddenly dreamed about some things in the past."
In the dream, he seemed to have really become Yun Wanzhou's apprentice.
This person doesn't mind that he is a demon and is willing to protect him without hesitation in front of outsiders.
His aching heart suddenly became hot and Xie Wuyang couldn't help but curl his fingertips, thinking of the end of the dream when Yun Wanzhou imprisoned him.
That was in ancient times, when the discovery of the sealed evil spirit could kill all the demons in the formation.
But in the dream, Xie Wuyang stood there, watching Yun Wanzhou forming seals on his chest, and did not feel any pain.
A six-year-old child naturally has many things that are beyond his cognition. After Xie Wuyang woke up and saw Yun Wanzhou standing in front of the window, he suddenly remembered.
Just because the original body wanted to stay, this person used his own opportunity of ascension to protect him from disaster.
And at this moment, the seal was accidentally broken by the pill he took...
Broken...
"Are you...anything else ailing?" Xie Wuyang had been acting unusually since waking up. Yun Wanzhou frowned, gazing at him with concern. "When I probed your spiritual veins, besides sensing the presence of the Iceberg Snow Lotus, I also encountered something else. Have you taken any other medications before this?"
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, knowing he couldn't hide it from Yun Wanzhou, so he answered truthfully, "I wanted to quickly improve my cultivation, and I also took the elixir my master gave me."
Yun Wanzhou used his spiritual power to check Xie Wuyang's pulse to make sure there was no abnormal movement in his body. Still feeling uneasy, he gathered a stronger spiritual power at his fingertips and stretched it straight towards Xie Wuyang's chest.
When they were an inch apart, Xie Wuyang raised his hand and pressed it down. With a smile on his face, he calmly extinguished the spiritual power in his hand. "Master, I'm really fine. It's Master's soul that has been damaged. It's only been a day now, so it's best for you to recuperate more."
Maybe it was because he had been lying in bed for a long time, but Xie Wuyang's palms were sweaty, and Yun Wanzhou's hands were always cold, so the heat became more obvious, like a burning fire, spreading along the fingertips, burning Yun Wanzhou so much that he suddenly retracted his hand.
"No problem. I've already told the headmaster that when you wake up, we'll go to Lianwu immediately."
Xie Wuyang glanced at the dark night through the window and frowned, "Now?"
"Yes." Yun Wanzhou nodded. "We just received news that the demon clan has been active in recent days. Someone spotted the demon clan elder Yanque near the Lianwu Gate."
If a demon elder appeared near the Immortal Gate, no one would believe that he had no ulterior motives.
Moreover, in Luohua Snow Mountain, the man in black also dropped the token of the leader of Lianwu Sect...
The answer was about to come out. Just as Xie Wuyang was about to speak, Yun Wanzhou seemed to know what he was going to say in advance and shook his head in denial, "It's not the Rock Sparrow. The demons that appeared in Luohua Snow Mountain have strong spiritual power, which is definitely not the strength of the Rock Sparrow."
"Master, do you mean there are other demons in the Lianwu Sect?"
Yun Wanzhou said, "We'll know the truth once we investigate."
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The two of them took advantage of the moonlight and flew to the Lianwu Gate on their swords.
The mountain protection barrier of the Lianwu Sect is connected to the sea of consciousness of the elders, and any slight movement can be detected. Therefore, there are not many disciples guarding the Lianwu Sect. In addition, it is night, so it seems even quieter and more ordinary.
Yun Wanzhou was afraid of disturbing the mountain protection barrier, so he collected his spiritual weapon at the foot of the mountain and walked up the mountain.
The leader's token contains the leader's residual spiritual power. As long as they don't reveal any other aura, the Wax Apple Sect's barrier will not be able to do anything to them.
After safely passing through the barrier, there are more disciples in the Lianwu Sect, and there are often disciples who get up at night to wander out. To be on the safe side, Yun Wanzhou put an invisibility talisman on each of them. Unless they meet someone with a higher level of cultivation than Yun Wanzhou, it is almost impossible to break it.
As one of the three major immortal sects, although the Lianwu Sect is slightly inferior to the Cangqiong Mountain in terms of cultivation methods, it is many times richer than the Cangqiong Mountain.
I heard that half of the mountain behind the Lianwu Sect is paved with spiritual stones. It is extremely rich, and even the disciples' dormitories are built with various rare materials.
"Jiang Lin's residence is among the wax apples and is very high-profile." Yun Wanzhou explained to Xie Wuyang as they walked.
Jiang Lin is now a dying candle in the wind, and has no experience in managing such a large Lianwu Sect. In this sect leader succession ceremony, he will pass the position of sect leader to his eldest disciple, Jiang Shutong.
In terms of cultivation, Jiang Shutong reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of 24. He is gifted and his strength should not be underestimated. He also has a very good reputation and can distinguish right from wrong. He is a good material to be the head of a sect.
The candlelight cast a shadow through the window. In the warm light, Xie Wuyang saw a figure walking inside the house.
He still had his hair crown on his head, and he was thin. He took two steps and paused for a moment, and he looked like he had already reached his prime.
Almost instantly, Xie Wuyang guessed the identity of the person in front of him. This was probably Jiang Lin.
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand, made a gesture, and drew a line at the window. The wall blocking the two of them disappeared, leaving a gap that was wide enough for one person to pass through.
Jiang Lin's gaze passed over the two of them as if nothing had happened, and then looked elsewhere. Obviously, he could not see the spell Yun Wanzhou cast.
A sword was placed horizontally on the table. Jiang Lin moved it back and forth twice, looking struggling. In the end, he couldn't control himself and picked up the sword.
Just now, the scabbard was blocked by Jiang Lin, so Xie Wuyang couldn't see it clearly. Now that he could see it clearly, for some reason, he felt that it looked familiar.
It wasn't until Jiang Lin's hand grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled out the sword with a flash of cold light that Xie Wuyang's breathing stopped and he saw clearly the black air lingering on the sword.
He remembered where he had seen this sword. Chen Ziyi's spiritual weapon was very similar to this sword. It could be seen at a glance that they were made by the same weapon refiner.
Perhaps sensing something, Xie Wuyang's sleeves twitched twice. Jiang Lin's brows tensed as he suddenly turned around, his gaze settling on the two of them. The pressure of the Spiritual Transformation Stage followed closely, "Who?!"
Xie Wuyang's legs went limp from being pressed down, and Yun Wanzhou quickly grabbed his arm, and at the same time released a protective spiritual power to isolate himself from the pressure.
Jiang Lin waited for a long time, but there was no movement around him. He felt relieved, but he didn't dare to waste time on the sword anymore, so he put it away.
Xie Wuyang's fingers, which were clutching his sleeves, were twitching, and he hardly dared to look at Yun Wanzhou's expression.
Yun Wanzhou must have known that he had secretly kept Chen Ziyi's spiritual weapon. Could he have guessed his ulterior motives?
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes to hide the panic in his eyes.
All he could think about was whether Yun Wanzhou would expel him from the sect because of this.
Three knocks on the door, "Knock, knock, knock," forcibly brought Xie Wuyang back to his senses.
Jiang Lin in the house put away his sword, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he looked towards the door vigilantly.
"Who?"
"Master, it's me." Because of the wooden door blocking the way, the young man's voice seemed a little dull.
Jiang Lin put the sword back to its place, walked to the door and opened it.
A young man with a heroic spirit appeared in his sight. Although Jiang Lin was smiling, he could still detect a sense of wariness in his expression upon closer inspection. "Shutong? Why are you coming to see me so late at night?"
Jiang Shutong had a handsome face that women liked. He bowed to Jiang Lin and said politely, "I was practicing swordsmanship and returning to my room. I passed by Master's residence and saw the candlelight was still burning. I wanted to come and see Master."
As he spoke, Jiang Shutong's eyes inadvertently swept around the room and landed on Jiang Lin, saying soothingly, "Master, your health has not been good in recent years. It's better not to stay up late and rest early."
It was unknown what Jiang Shutong said that offended Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin looked at him gloomily and replied indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you." Then he closed the door and ignored Jiang Shutong.
Jiang Shutong had long been accustomed to his master's temper, so he did not show any anger. Instead, he considerately closed the master's door, which was not closed tightly, and turned to leave.
Just as Xie Wuyang was staring at this place in a daze, Jiang Shutong paused, suddenly turned his head, and landed at the place where the two of them were staying.
Xie Wuyang paused for breath and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
He almost thought that he and Yun Wanzhou had revealed something, causing Jiang Shutong to discover them.
Until Jiang Shutong walked up to the two of them and stood still, the gray ground and the particularly conspicuous, flawless white jade tassel were reflected in his dark brown pupils.
Xie Wuyang subconsciously wanted to reach out and pick it up, but Jiang Shutong picked it up first, patted the fine dust on the jade tassel, and put it in his arms.
That was the jade tassel that Yun Wanzhou often hung on the broken snow.
Xie Wuyang raised his head to look at Yun Wanzhou, but Yun Wanzhou silently shook his head to stop him, mouthing, "It's okay."
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