Chapter 64: Immortal Fate "You have no immortal fate."
I don’t know who got up to go to the bathroom at the end of the corridor. After a burst of subtle footsteps, the corridor gradually returned to silence.
The room in front of him seemed to be uninhabited. No matter how Xie Wuyang called out, there was no sound.
The uneasiness he had just felt in the room was magnified several times. Xie Wuyang's eyes were dark, and he knocked on the door again and again with a cold face.
The damp smell of the wooden floor lingered in his nostrils. Just as Xie Wuyang's mood reached its gloomiest level and the demonic pattern on his forehead gradually became apparent, an unusual breath suddenly came.
Xie Wuyang paused in his knocking and his pupils suddenly shrank.
In the world of cultivation, people originally had the same origin, but later due to different methods of cultivation, they gradually evolved into human demons, immortals and demons.
If we ignore the unique habits of the two tribes, it is extremely difficult to distinguish them based on their appearance alone.
Fortunately, due to the difference in cultivation methods, the demonic aura is more powerful, violent and difficult to control, which can easily cause discomfort to others.
Xie Wuyang has been a demon in two lifetimes and is very familiar with this kind of aura.
Yun Wanzhou has known him for decades, and Xie Wuyang, who is not a demon, is very familiar to him.
But Immortal Venerable Qiongrao is Yun Wanzhou's mentor, and Yun Wanzhou has never mentioned that Qiongrao is a demon?
Xie Wuyang concentrated his spiritual power in his palm, exerted a little force to break open the door, and jumped into the house.
The moment Xie Wuyang saw the scene inside the house, his heart skipped a beat and he stopped breathing in an instant.
The house was in a mess, with tables and chairs scattered everywhere. The pillars were broken in half by something unknown. If someone hadn't used magic to support them, the entire restaurant would have collapsed in half.
Xie Wuyang raised his foot stiffly, his eyes subconsciously searching for the familiar figure.
The red rope around the wrist was pulled out very long, winding around and extending to the inner room.
At the other end of the red rope, a small figure was lying on the edge of the bed, looking up with tearful eyes, looking at the person meditating on the bed.
"Didn't Master say that that thing wouldn't affect you?"
"It was my fault that I didn't check and someone took advantage of the situation."
Xie Wuyang walked cautiously behind the two men. The closer he got, the stronger the demonic aura became. It was not until he saw the thick black aura lingering around the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao that he suddenly came to his senses.
People of the same clan are extremely sensitive to each other. If the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao was really a demon, it would be impossible for Xie Wuyang to be unaware of it when they met for the first time.
There is only one reason for Qiongrao's current condition.
When practicing, one becomes obsessed with it, allowing the inner demon to take advantage of the opportunity and enter.
"Master...Xiaowu, please move aside." After knowing the reason, Xie Wuyang looked solemn.
Yun Xiaowu was completely absorbed in the intense emotions in his heart at this moment, and he didn't even notice Xie Wuyang's presence here, let alone listen to what he said.
It was not until the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao raised his eyes and met Xie Wuyang's eyes, and his expression suddenly softened when he lowered his head.
Qiong Rao raised his hand and touched Yun Xiaowu's head, his tone as gentle and calm as ever, "Xiaowu, follow Master Xie."
"What about Master?"
"There's no point in leaving now. I might as well stay here. Once I'm well, I'll come find you."
Hearing Qiong Rao's words, Yun Xiaowu shook his head, his voice choked with sobs, "No, I want to stay here and accompany Master."
The inner demon entering the body is no small matter, not to mention that this is not the first time that Qiong Rao has shown such an expression.
"Master, you've already used this deceptive trick last time. Please don't deceive me again." Yun Xiaowu raised his hand and wiped away his tears. "I've told Master many times that since that stone is so evil, it's better to just throw it away. If they want to fight over it, then let them fight. The battle between humans and demons, the chaos in the world of cultivation, what does it have to do with us? With Master's level of cultivation, if you don't want it, the world's disasters will definitely not endanger you in the slightest!"
Xie Wuyang's thoughts were like a tangled mess, and his ears were buzzing.
Stone, evil nature.
Apart from the ancient magic stone like the Nightmare Stone, what else can attract so many people in the world of cultivation to fight for it?
But hasn't the Nightmare Stone been sealed in the forbidden area of Cangqiong Mountain for years? Why is it in Qiong Rao's hands now?
Everyone yearns for the power of the Nightmare Stone, could it be Qiong Rao...
Xie Wuyang stopped thinking almost in panic, and his eyes fell on the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao with complicated feelings.
Qiong Rao drooped his brows weakly, and black energy continued to burst out from all parts of his body. When it became stronger and stronger, it seemed as if something suddenly pinched the source, and it stopped abruptly.
Qiongrao's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he pressed down his right hand, which was trembling from overusing spiritual energy. He forced a smile and said, "Then, if Master returns to chaos, how will Xiaowu survive in the world alone?"
"Master...I will practice hard."
"You have no destiny as an immortal."
There is no immortal fate...
"How can there be no immortal fate..." Xie Wuyang murmured, his pupils widened in surprise.
He suddenly grabbed Qiongrao's shoulders, with such force that it seemed as if he was going to crush his finger bones. "Yun Wanzhou clearly, he clearly..."
He is clearly an immortal respected by thousands of people, with extraordinary talent, who ascended to heaven in one step.
For hundreds of years in the world of cultivation, countless cultivators have spent their entire lives trying to reach this height.
How could someone who has come this far...
How could there be no immortal fate?
"Mr. Xie." Qiongrao looked at Xie Wuyang with a distant gaze.
Xie Wuyang did not use any spiritual power. For a cultivator, this kind of power is no different from relieving an itch through clothes.
But Xie Wuyang's action was so sudden that even Qiong Rao couldn't help but ask.
Xie Wuyang's eyes flickered slightly, and the force on his hand loosened, pulling it away from his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, his gaze falling on Yun Xiaowu, "Can I... speak to the Immortal Master alone?"
"No." Yun Xiaowu raised his head almost ferociously, "Don't even think about hurting Master."
Xie Wuyang couldn't even imagine what price a person who had no fate with immortality would have to pay to reach the Mahayana stage in just a few years.
He used to think that Yun Wanzhou was too talented and looked down on others. But after spending more time with him, he realized that the Yun Wanzhou he had seen was only the most illusory side of his thousands of faces.
Later on, someone suddenly told Xie Wuyang that even the fact that he regarded him as an opponent and wanted to compete with him to see who was better was nothing but his self-righteous and condescending behavior. Xie Wuyang felt ashamed.
Crow-feather-like eyelashes concealed the complex emotions in his eyes. When Xie Wuyang raised his hand to touch Yun Xiaowu's cheek, Yun Xiaowu suddenly turned his face away.
His eyes were red, and his black pupils were filled with disgust and resentment, as if he was looking at an enemy with whom he had a blood feud.
Even though Xie Wuyang knew that this was just an impulsive act by Yun Xiaowu to vent his emotions, when he met Yun Xiaowu's gaze, Xie Wuyang's heart still spasmed violently.
"I can't." Xie Wuyang said in a hoarse voice.
Yun Xiaowu's expression did not relax at all, and he continued to stare at him fiercely.
It was not until the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao patted Yun Xiaowu on the back that he regained his senses.
"Xiao Wu, go wait outside the door first."
"Master..." Yun Xiaowu looked up in disbelief, his pupils widened.
"Go ahead, it's okay."
"But..." A ray of light suddenly flew out and landed on the forehead. Before Yun Xiaowu finished the second word, a white light flashed around his body and he disappeared from Xie Wuyang's sight in an instant.
"Immortal Lord!" Xie Wuyang exclaimed.
"I just sent him outside the restaurant, don't worry." Qiong Rao raised his head and looked at Xie Wuyang, his eyes slightly raised, his expression showing a hint of teasing, "You just called me... Immortal Venerable? Do you know me?"
"I..." Xie Wuyang choked in his throat and fell silent in an instant.
He had never met Qiongrao, and when they first met in his dream, Qiongrao never mentioned his name.
He had no idea of Qiongrao's identity as an immortal.
Seeing that Xie Wuyang remained silent, Qiongrao did not show any sign of anger. He slowly uncrossed his legs and supported himself on the bed with his elbows slightly bent.
Just as he was trying to use the force to stand up, the demonic energy in his body suddenly showed signs of reviving. Under the collision of the two spiritual powers, Qiongrao's body softened and he fell back onto the bed.
"My Lord Immortal, I..." Xie Wuyang raised his hand to help, but Qiongrao gently pushed him back.
"I was thinking of getting up and having a good talk with Master Xie, but given the current situation, I'm afraid that won't be possible." Qiong Rao smiled bitterly, "Excuse me, my rudeness."
Xie Wuyang hesitated to speak, and finally just shook his head, "The Immortal Venerable's immortal body is more important."
Qiong Rao waved his hand. "You have a lot of questions, right?"
"The Immortal Venerable is wise."
"But it's okay to ask."
Xie Wuyang took a step back, bowed, and when he stood up, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Why did the Immortal Venerable come to this point?"
Qiong Rao seemed to have anticipated Xie Wuyang's question and readily responded without hiding anything. "Master Xie, have you ever heard of the Nightmare Stone?"
"Did the Immortal Venerable use the power of the Nightmare Stone?"
This guess had already been rolling around in Xie Wuyang's mind several times, but when he actually asked the question, Xie Wuyang did not relax at all.
His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips were pressed into a straight line, and he stared at Qiong Rao without blinking.
Yun Wanzhou is a person with a strong sense of responsibility and likes to take responsibility for everything.
Special attention is paid to the Nightmare Stone.
If he really knew that Qiong Rao was using the power of the Nightmare Stone, he would definitely not react so calmly.
As Qiong Rao is Yun Wanzhou's mentor, Yun Wanzhou will never stay out of it even if this matter has nothing to do with Yun Wanzhou.
Xie Wuyang waited quietly for Qiongrao's answer, and his heart began to feel nervous.
He secretly hoped that Qiong Rao would deny it.
Qiong Rao was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "Power under someone else can be helpful, but if a power escapes one's control, Master Xie, do you know the consequences?"
Xie Wuyang's expression remained unchanged as he quietly waited for Qiong Rao's next words.
Qiong Rao lowered his eyelids slightly and sighed, "Cang Qiong Mountain is already facing internal and external troubles at this time."
Xie Wuyang's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression was moved. "So the Immortal Venerable is..."
"The Nightmare Stone must never fall into the hands of outsiders."
The nightmare stone will cause endless troubles. If it is obtained by someone with ulterior motives, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Qiong Rao had guarded the Nightmare Stone for decades and was well aware of its dangers. Therefore, even though he knew it would harm him, he still chose to carry the Nightmare Stone with him.
A violent cough sounded next to his ears. Xie Wuyang had just come back to his senses when his body trembled and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Thick black air gushed out in an instant, enveloping Qiongrao in just a moment.
His clear eyes seemed to dim for a moment, but returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
"Master Xie, do you have any questions?"
Xie Wuyang curled his fingertips and gathered spiritual power as he raised his hand, "I will help the Immortal Venerable heal his wounds first."
Qiong Rao shook his head, "My time is not here."
"But..." Xie Wuyang looked hesitant.
Qiongrao's gaze was sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy, and when it was deep, it seemed to see through everything. He suddenly met Xie Wuyang's eyes, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated and difficult to discern. "He taught you very well."
who?
Xie Wuyang's expression paused, and his pupils suddenly widened.
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