Chapter 90: Young "I ask the Sect Master, what is the purpose of a cultivator?"...
Xie Wuyang let out a long sigh of relief, feeling much better, and slowly walked towards Jiang Lin.
The soul cannot survive long after being separated from the body.
But Wu Hanfeng and Jiang Shutong kept Jiang Lin's soul for a few days, and the price they paid can be imagined.
Xihun is cruel and perverse, and if he is not careful he will be punished by heaven.
Either nothing happens, or you suffer serious injuries, or you die.
Xie Wuyang is not stupid, so naturally he can't do it himself. As the saying goes, a son pays for his father's debts, and a teacher is like a father, so it would be best to leave it to Jiang Shutong.
What Xie Wuyang didn't expect was that after three days, this person actually found out the whereabouts of the Nightmare Stone.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang pulled out a talisman from his waist and placed it on Jiang Lin's forehead, letting out an impatient sigh. "How did you use soul-searching?"
"What do you want to do?" Jiang Shutong looked defensive.
Xie Wuyang had long been tired of seeing this kind of expression on the faces of the immortals in his previous life, but seeing it on Jiang Shutong's face still made him inexplicably angry.
I don’t know what Yun Wanzhou was thinking at the time. How could he give his personal jade pendant to such a person?
"It's common sense that the soul scatters after death. If you delay for another two days, and the Nightmare Stone falls into the hands of the demon clan leader, have you considered the consequences?"
Jiang Shutong pursed his lips, looking reluctant, as if he had suffered great humiliation.
Xie Wuyang was not in a hurry either. He paced back and forth in the dungeon leisurely.
During this period, he passed by Jiang Lin many times. The old man was sarcastic and mean when he was alive, but his soul was honest after his death. He sat against the wall with his eyes closed without saying a word. When he didn't speak, he looked quite human.
He could understand why Jiang Shutong had been so loyal and responsible to Jiang Lin for so many years.
only……
Thinking of some strange rumors he had heard recently, Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows, suddenly stopped, and said without thinking, "I heard some interesting rumors recently. About Master Jiang."
Jiang Shutong ignored him.
Xie Wuyang, still in high spirits, picked out the most interesting sentences. "More than ten years ago, Jiang Lin's disciple Jiang Shutong nearly died. Later, it was discovered that it was Jiang Lin's other disciple Jiang Luoming who was responsible. Fighting among fellow disciples is truly inhumane."
A strange look flashed in Jiang Shutong's eyes.
Xie Wuyang curled his lips and raised his voice, "But recently, someone has claimed that this incident many years ago was not committed by Jiang Luoming alone, and that there was someone else behind it. Does Sect Leader Jiang know who it is?"
"What do you want to say?" Jiang Shutong clenched his fists.
Xie Wuyang turned a deaf ear to the question, as if it was just a casual question. "It's funny, I don't know where this person came from to spread rumors and cause trouble, and actually spread rumors..."
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes, and suddenly leaned close to Jiang Shutong's ear, lowering his voice, "This matter was planned by the former head of Lianwu."
After saying that, he laughed out loud, as if he was very amused. "Master Jiang, do you think this is funny?"
Jiang Shutong's clenched fists trembled slightly, and he roared, unable to bear it any longer, "Thank you for being safe!"
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm angry, Master." Xie Wuyang said jokingly, "I was just asking out of curiosity. Who would take such a thing seriously?"
Jiang Shutong seemed to be extremely angry, and gentlemanly etiquette had long been thrown out of his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you have something to say, why don't you just say it directly? Why are you humiliating me like this?"
"Master Jiang, please don't make false accusations. I'm here to represent the reputation of Cang Qiong Mountain. If anyone else overhears these words, my master will definitely punish me." Xie Wuyang calmly changed the subject, "I'm only here to see how Master Jiang is progressing. After all, the Nightmare Stone is of utmost importance to Cang Qiong Mountain. As a disciple, seeing my master worrying about this every day, how can I not be anxious?"
Hearing Yun Wanzhou's name, Jiang Shutong's expression softened, but his tone remained unfriendly, "Are you here for Immortal Yun?"
"Yes." Xie Wuyang nodded without blushing or beating his heart.
Jiang Shutong took a deep breath, still half believing and half doubting.
Xie Wuyang made a good point.
Jiang Lin's soul was on the verge of collapse. Even if he and Wu Hanfeng put in a lot of effort, once their spiritual power was exhausted, they could only keep their soul together for another day or two.
The Nightmare Stone has the power to turn the world of cultivation upside down, so we cannot delay.
Thinking of this, Jiang Shutong closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he regained his usual clarity of mind.
"Okay." Jiang Shutong took a step forward, as if he had made a great decision. "I don't trust you, I just believe that Yunxianzun is a good person."
I believe that the disciples he taught are not the kind of people who would make trouble in such a big matter.
The talisman that Xie Wuyang had put on was removed by Jiang Shutong.
The cracks on the soul lit up, as if something was struggling to break out.
Jiang Shutong concentrated his mind and spirit on his right hand, muttered something, and cast a spell while striking out with his palm.
At the same time, his left hand quickly drew twice in the air, and a golden light rushed into the soul body. Jiang Lin's soul trembled violently, and his pupils became round.
Accompanied by a strange "ho ho" sound in the throat, his eyeballs quickly became bloodshot, and the bones on his right hand became bony and protruding, with blue veins exposed.
Seeing that the person he had taught for decades could not rest in peace even after his death, Jiang Shutong's condition was not much better.
Cold sweat slid down his forehead, his lips trembled, and finally he couldn't bear to look away.
The spiritual light of the crack gradually dimmed, and the soul also became illusory.
A faint beam of light fell on Jiang Lin's head, reflecting the owner's life.
This is the memory of the soul.
Perhaps it was because Jiang Lin's soul was too severely damaged, or perhaps the master was possessed by a demon during his lifetime, causing his memories to become chaotic.
Xie Wuyang frowned and looked for a long time before he could vaguely distinguish a few images.
Jiang Lin was born in the Immortal Sect. Both his parents were Lotus Wu cultivators, so naturally he entered the Lotus Wu sect.
The first half of his life was quite ordinary. He practiced meditation every day and occasionally went down the mountain with his fellow apprentices to eliminate demons.
Later, during the selection for inner disciples, Jiang Lin defeated several other disciples and should have been selected. However, he was unexpectedly rejected by the elders because of his poor qualifications.
Just as the news of Jiang Lin's ranking being cancelled came out, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the painting, as gentle as jade and as graceful as flying.
"The Lianwu Sect of Lianwu is very lively today, and all the elders have gathered here." The man flicked his sleeves, opened the folding fan in his hand, and sat down on a bench beside him as if no one was around.
The four characters "unreasonable" were written in a flamboyant style and fell arrogantly on the fan, facing the elders.
This caused several elders to look upwards involuntarily, their faces becoming uglier than each other.
"Who are you?"
This is a competition between disciples of the Lianwu Sect. It is meaningless for disciples from other sects to come here.
The elder closest to him looked at his clothes and although they looked familiar, he could not remember where he had seen them.
Qiong Rao smiled and swept his long legs, and a stone flew with such speed that it just brushed the elder's cheek.
The elder's face turned ashen.
"Sorry, sorry. I just suddenly remembered that the elders are seniors after all, so I wanted to sit more solemnly. I have no intention of offending you." Qiong Rao straightened his body seriously and coughed twice. "Elder Rulin of Cangqiong Mountain, please sit down. Disciple Qiong Rao pays homage to the Sect Master and the elders."
"Are you Qiongrao?" The man sitting in the first seat looked surprised.
Qiong Rao nodded without any modesty, "Exactly. Master, do you recognize me too?"
"I have some acquaintance with your master, and I've often heard that he has a favorite student. Now that I've met him, I see he's truly a free-spirited young man."
"Master, you are so kind."
The head of the Lotus Wu sect asked with a smile, "I wonder what brings you here today?"
"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from the Sect Master." Qiong Rao straightened his robes, his demeanor becoming more solemn. He stood up and bowed, "Master sent me here today to invite the Sect Master to a gathering at Cang Qiong Mountain."
"What's the matter?"
"Some time ago, the demons made unusual movements."
The head of the Lianwu sect was silent for a moment, then stood up solemnly and said, "Excuse me for a moment."
Qiong Rao followed closely behind, and when he passed Jiang Lin, he paused slightly and winked at him cunningly.
At that time, Jiang Lin and Qiong Rao were worlds apart.
One is a disciple of Elder Cang Qiong, and everyone knows him.
One was an outer disciple who was rejected as a disciple and no one was interested in him.
Jiang Lin lowered his head and looked submissive. He didn't know how long he stood there, so long that the few elders left in the living room left one after another. He raised his feet to shake his numb legs, and a hearty laughter came from outside the door.
"Your master has truly found a good disciple. He has unique insights, even far better than his."
"Qiong Rao is not worthy of this."
"That's nothing." The headmaster said with a smile, not caring about trivial matters. "Your master is not such a stingy person. He would be very happy to hear what I said. But you just mentioned retreating to advance and defending to attack. Could you explain it to me in more detail?"
"The demons are naturally aggressive. By then, the combined strength of the major immortal sects will be at a disadvantage. They will be greedy for merit and will certainly lose patience. You and I just need to..."
Jiang Lin felt melancholy after hearing this, and gained a new understanding of the word "talent".
No wonder the elders looked down on him. They had already seen the pearl, so why did they touch the stone?
Just as I was lost in thought, a figure suddenly stopped in front of me.
Qiongrao tapped his shoulder intermittently while holding a folding fan, and looked at him without any concealment.
"My fellow immortal... do you have something to talk to me about?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Jiang Lin wanted to slap himself twice on the spot.
The other party is the closed disciple of the elder of Cangqiong Mountain. Even the head of the sect looks at him with special regard. Why would he need help from an ordinary outer disciple like him?
Now, the other party must think that he is self-righteous and does not distinguish between superiors and subordinates.
Jiang Lin curled up his fingertips silently.
"Indeed, there is one thing." Qiong Rao's lips curved up in a flamboyant smile. "When I arrived, I saw my immortal friend competing with others. When he was about to lose, he turned the situation around with a single sword strike. His sword was as swift as a flying swallow, truly admirable. What is the name of this sword technique?"
This was the first time Jiang Lin received such praise. He was a little stunned and said in a daze, "It's the fifty-first form of the Lotus Wu Entry Sword Technique."
"Entry-level sword techniques?" Qiong Rao raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the Sect Master in feigned surprise. "My master always told me that every disciple from the Lotus Mist Sect is both talented and wealthy. Seeing him today, I can see that his reputation is truly well-deserved. Even an outer disciple can master ordinary sword techniques and comprehend them to such a high level."
Qiong Rao let out two exaggerated clicks of his tongue, as if suddenly remembering something. "I remember this immortal friend seemed to have won the competition? If so, doesn't that mean he's going to be accepted as a closed disciple by some elder?"
Jiang Lin suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with surprise, and understood Qiongrao's purpose.
The headmaster looked embarrassed, "That's right, but..."
Whether intentionally or not, Qiong Rao opened his fan and waved the word "unreasonable" in front of the headmaster. "Is there something you find difficult to explain?"
The master was speechless for a moment.
It is extremely difficult for people who are used to being in high positions to admit their mistakes, not to mention that the person standing in front of the leader is a junior who is much younger than them.
The headmaster cleared his throat and said seriously, "Cultivating immortals is all about fate. If you want to achieve great things, talent is definitely a factor. I'm sure you, my little immortal friend, have a deep understanding of this."
Qiongrao nodded in agreement.
The headmaster straightened his back. "Jiang Lin did excel in this competition, but his spiritual roots are mixed, and he's not a good material for cultivation. Even if he works ten times harder than others, he'll definitely be surpassed by others in time."
The headmaster sighed, "If I had known this would happen, why would I have wasted my time?"
"Master, are you wasting time on yourself or me?" The contempt in his words made Jiang Lin tremble with anger. He shouted, "If ten times the power is not enough, then a hundred or a thousand times will do. I can win every day. There is no way I will be trampled under the feet of those losers!"
The disciple who had been so obedient and humble in the past suddenly rebelled. The master was stunned. "That being said, but..."
"I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not." Qiongrao interrupted.
The headmaster said, "Just say it."
"I'm asking the Sect Master, what does a cultivator do?"
The headmaster said without hesitation, "It is to eliminate demons and defend the way, and protect the peace of the people."
"Not seeking to ascend?"
The headmaster hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "No."
Qiong Rao turned to Jiang Lin and asked, "What do you think, fellow immortal?"
Jiang Lin resumed his usual respectful demeanor, "Master, what you said is absolutely right."
Qiong Rao smiled. "If you're not aiming for ascension, why bother with that incomprehensible talent? As long as you care about the common people, isn't that the best qualification for cultivating immortality?"
As he spoke, Qiong Rao narrowed his eyes, swept across the elders, and finally landed on Jiang Lin.
There were flickers of light in his eyes, as vast as the pool of water, revealing the unbridled determination and touching friendliness of a young man.
"If you ask me, this immortal friend is very talented, and he won the competition and was selected as an inner disciple."
The scenes in the video alternated, lingering on Jiang Lin's stunned face, and finally broke.
Xie Wuyang seemed to be lost in thought.
In just a short moment, Jiang Shutong showed signs of exhaustion, and his spiritual power became intermittent and sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
He frowned, gritted his teeth, and ran his right hand across the protruding veins on his left arm.
As the last powerful spiritual power was injected into Jiang Lin's soul, the shattered images were inspired and came together again.
The boy is no longer young, and his face has become more calm with the passage of time.
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