Chapter 68 Taoist Companion "Don't move... Let me see your soul."...
When the spiritual power entered Yun Wanzhou's meridians, it seemed to be blocked by something. No matter how much spiritual power Xie Wuyang put in, it could not enter at all.
He even wished that Xie Wuyang wanted to use his spiritual power to investigate Yun Wanzhou's condition.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips tightly, countless guesses flashing through his mind.
Did Jiang Lin do anything to Yun Wanzhou? Or perhaps a demon from the demon clan had sneaked in and murdered Yun Wanzhou when he was least prepared?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang suddenly shook his head.
That won't be the case.
Yun Wanzhou is in the Mahayana stage.
How can ordinary people get close to him?
He must just be...
only……
Feeling the spiritual power in his body rapidly disappearing, Xie Wuyang couldn't find the right words.
The feeling of unease in my heart was magnified several times, my mind went blank, and I didn't know whose breathing was lingering in my ears, heavy and chaotic.
The illusion on his face had already dissipated halfway, and the endless spiritual power from his fingertips gradually became intermittent.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, his eyes slightly lowered, falling on Yun Wanzhou's profile.
I don’t know if he was aware of his situation, but his brows were tightly furrowed and he looked extremely uneasy.
Realizing this, Xie Wuyang moved his fingertips slightly, but he was unable to stop the spiritual power in his hand.
The spiritual power was cut off, and a demonic energy burst out, following closely behind.
Noticing something strange, Xie Wuyang suddenly came back to his senses.
But it was too late.
Seeing that the turbid mist was about to touch Yun Wanzhou's shoulders, Xie Wuyang raised his hand to block it in panic.
At the critical moment, a golden light suddenly flashed.
It was a very familiar spiritual power, brutal and overbearing, forcefully blocking Xie Wuyang's palm.
Xie Wuyang's heart trembled, and he immediately lowered his eyes to look.
At the same time, the pair of eyes that had been closed for a long time slowly opened, seeping like frost and snow.
It was like something was bursting out from the depths of my heart, and the emotions were surging, ultimately unstoppable.
Xie Wuyang's fingertips twitched, and his voice trembled uncontrollably, "Master..."
Yun Wanzhou waved his sleeves, dispersing the spiritual power in Xie Wuyang's hand, and stood up.
His brows knitted slightly, his eyes fixed on a spot not far away, his tone lacking emotion, "I told you not to come here without permission."
"Disciple is just worried about Master." Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes and said.
"You're only at the foundation-building stage. If Jiang Lin..." Yun Wanzhou paused mid-sentence and turned around abruptly, "Have you reached the Golden Core stage?"
Xie Wuyang's cultivation had once reached the pinnacle of human achievement, and the Golden Core cultivation level was nothing more than that to him.
When he broke through, Xie Wuyang didn't feel much, but for some reason, when Yun Wanzhou asked him about it, he actually felt a sense of pride and joy in his heart.
"Yes." Xie Wuyang raised his eyes quietly and added, "I established the pill not long ago."
Suddenly, a chill came from his forehead. Yun Wanzhou placed his finger on the center of Xie Wuyang's eyebrows and injected a trace of spiritual power into it.
Yun Wanzhou was slightly taller than him, so whenever they stood together, Xie Wuyang had to look up to see his expression clearly.
As usual, Xie Wuyang raised his head, but before he could take in the expression of the person in front of him, his eyes suddenly paused and stopped somewhere.
Yun Wanzhou's phoenix eyes were of just the right width and looked very beautiful. They should have been even more dazzling, but Xie Wuyang had no interest in that.
He saw the teardrop mole that he had only met a few times but was deeply engraved in his heart.
The bone-chilling coldness on the forehead flowed through the meridians throughout the body, instantly washing away all the heat in the body.
Xie Wuyang's mind fluttered, and he looked away in panic, "Master, what is this..."
"Don't move," Yun Wanzhou said in a cold voice, as he parted his thin lips. "Let me see your soul."
"God..." Xie Wuyang's heart skipped a beat, and before he could come to his senses, the spiritual power in his body suddenly rose, and then, a strange sense of intervention spread throughout his body.
Xie Wuyang lost his voice for a moment and stood there in a daze. Only the words "look at the soul" remained in his ears, repeating over and over again.
Exploring the soul can only be done by the closest people.
Perhaps because of his high position and power, and knowing that there were countless people in the cultivation world who wanted to kill him, Xie Wuyang had never opened his heart to anyone until he was on his deathbed.
He didn't know who his closest person was, but he vaguely heard that this kind of thing usually happened...
It was done by fellow Taoists.
Taoist Companion...
It was like a thunderclap exploding, Xie Wuyang's mind went blank and his pupils shrank sharply.
Spiritual power and blood surged in the body, burning hot.
The moment the spiritual power was drained from his forehead, Xie Wuyang suddenly took a step back.
His heartbeat was like a drum in his ears. Xie Wuyang avoided his gaze and said in a panic, "Disciple is fine."
Yun Wanzhou frowned and looked him up and down, "Are you really alright?"
Xie Wuyang's mind was in a mess. Knowing that saying more was pointless, he looked up and forced a smile, "Master, didn't you just cast a spell to investigate?"
Xie Wuyang's scalp tingled under Yun Wanzhou's gaze. His eyes flickered and he changed the subject. "I met Jiang Shutong when I came here. Thanks to him, I was able to find Master in time. If Master wants, we can go see him before we leave."
Hearing Xie Wuyang's words, Yun Wanzhou suddenly lowered his eyes, "I can't leave."
Xie Wuyang paused, "Why?"
"The succession ceremony for the Sect Leader is imminent. If I leave now, Cang Qiong Mountain will be in a passive position. How can we use this opportunity to expose Jiang Lin?"
"But Master, just now you..."
"You are in too deep a state of meditation." Yun Wanzhou's face was calm.
With just one sentence, Xie Wuyang's attempts at persuasion were completely blocked, leaving him speechless.
Entering into meditation too deeply.
Entering into meditation too deeply.
What kind of meditation is when external force enters the body and the owner cannot detect it?
What's more, Yun Wanzhou's cultivation has long surpassed thousands of people. Entering into a state of meditation and practicing is just a small matter. Why is it necessary to do this?
Heaven and earth, ice and fire alternate, all in a thought.
The person in front of me had a calm expression, but the words he said were unquestionable.
Xie Wuyang almost forgot for a moment that Yun Wanzhou has never been a soft-hearted person.
He has always been the almighty, strong and decisive Yun Xianzun.
All his thoughts calmed down, Xie Wuyang lowered his eyebrows and resumed his usual respectful and obedient demeanor. "Since it is Master's wish, I cannot force it. I hope Master takes care of himself. I will take my leave."
After saying that, Xie Wuyang clenched his fists silently, turned around and left.
As the door closed, the barrier created by the arrival of outsiders returned to peace.
Yun Wanzhou's gaze lingered on the closed door for a moment, then retracted and fell on his right hand hanging by his side.
A black mist overflowed from the palm of his hand and quietly wrapped around Yun Wanzhou's fingertips.
The blurry figure in yesterday's dream gradually became clearer.
A strange light flashed across Yun Wanzhou's eyes, and with a curl of his fingertips, the black mist dissipated.
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After leaving the barrier, Xie Wuyang's first thing was to look for the Lianwu disciple.
Who would have thought that there was nothing else in the courtyard except the soul-binding ropes scattered on the ground.
The disciple took advantage of the moment he entered the barrier and ran away.
This undoubtedly added fuel to Xie Wuyang's already troubled mind.
Xie Wuyang's brows were filled with anger.
That disciple definitely did not come here unintentionally, and his identity was unknown, so letting him escape would be like letting a tiger return to the mountains.
Fortunately, he used disguise and magic at that time. Even if the disciple told Jiang Lin, he would not suspect him for a while.
Xie Wuyang took out the talisman paper from his waist, drew an invisibility talisman and stuck it on his back, then walked through the weeds.
The Wax Apple Competition will begin soon, so it is useless to return to Cangqiong Mountain now.
When Xie Wuyang stopped again, he was already outside the Lianwumen Ancestral Hall.
Just like when he left, the candlelight in the house was still on, stretching the figure of the person inside.
Xie Wuyang lifted the invisibility spell and raised his hand to open the door.
The wind rushed in through the hall, and a sword energy came towards him, with a loud bang.
Xie Wuyang's eyes flashed and he dodged sideways.
The breeze blows past my face, and tranquility returns.
A strand of hair by Xie Wuyang's ear swayed twice and then floated down to his feet.
Inside the house, Jiang Shutong sat cross-legged on a cushion, his eyes slightly closed, and swung his right hand, the tip of the sword aimed squarely at Xie Wuyang.
"What do you mean, Sect Leader Jiang?" Xie Wuyang looked displeased.
After the words fell, Jiang Shutong opened his eyes and looked at Xie Wuyang, frowning slightly, "Sorry, I didn't know it was you."
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, and the depression in his heart did not ease at all.
Xie Wuyang walked into the house with ease, poured a cup of tea from the table beside him, took two sips, frowned, and put it down, showing no intention of speaking at all.
"Didn't you find the Immortal Lord?" Jiang Shutong asked.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyelids nonchalantly, "Found it."
"Then why do you..."
"I came here to ask Mr. Jiang two things."
From the first time they met, Xie Wuyang had an extremely obvious hostility towards Jiang Shutong.
Now that he no longer addressed him as "Master Jiang" in a sarcastic tone, Jiang Shutong felt a little uncomfortable.
As the future sect leader, Jiang Shutong knew that some inner sect matters could not be disclosed to outsiders. He sheathed his sword, stood up, and said bluntly, "If it doesn't involve sect secrets, you may ask without hesitation."
Xie Wuyang pulled Yun Wanzhou's jade tassel from his waist and held it out to him, his gaze cold. "When I was looking for my master, I found this jade on a Lianwu disciple. If I remember correctly, this item was deliberately dropped by my master for you when we entered your Lianwu."
Xie Wuyang looked at Jiang Shutong with certainty, guessing that the jade tassel in his hand that day was the one.
"I have returned this item to the Immortal Lord. As for why it fell into the hands of my disciples, I really don't know." Jiang Shutong nodded in agreement.
Xie Wuyang's eyes turned cold, and he questioned, "My master was trapped in an illusion by you, and you didn't know it?"
Jiang Shutong's expression paused slightly, a strange color flashing across his dark eyes. "You said the Immortal Venerable is trapped in an illusion?"
Some words touched Xie Wuyang's sore spot. Xie Wuyang flashed his sword and suddenly put it on the man's neck. "Master Jiang is the most popular leader. Did you really not notice anything unusual?"
"What do you mean, Mr. Xie?" Jiang Shutong's face turned cold.
He originally wanted to give Xie Wuyang some face for Yun Wanzhou's sake.
But this was in Lianwumen after all, and Xie Wuyang broke into the ancestral hall several times. His actions were unclear and really inappropriate.
Xie Wuyang sneered and increased the strength in his hands.
The fragile neck was pressed against the sword edge, and if Xie Wuyang exerted a little force, he could cut Jiang Shutong's throat in an instant.
"Since you want to be the head of the sect, don't be too kind. Otherwise, you won't be able to judge people well and end up hurting others and yourself." Xie Wuyang put away his smile and said in a cold tone, "Head of the sect Jiang is a smart man. He should understand what I mean."
Xie Wuyang leaned close to Jiang Shutong's ear and lowered his voice, "Did your good master, Jiang Lin, ever tell you why he left my master in Lianwu?"
Jiang Shutong pursed his lips and said, "The Immortal Venerable has mistakenly entered the forbidden land of the wax apple."
"The Nightmare Stone was stolen, and the aura pointed to the Wax Apple Sect you mentioned."
"Luo Hua Xue Shan, my master and I were attacked by someone, and the token left behind is your Lian Wu Sect Leader's token."
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes, a faint smile on his lips, "So, do you still think Jiang Lin has nothing to do with this?"
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