Chapter 97: Possession (New Words: 1300+) I don’t know where to start…
Yun Wanzhou glanced at his released wrist with an unclear expression, and looked at Xie Wuyang hesitantly, "You..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately closed his lips, as if he had some concerns. In the end, he just looked away and turned to walk towards the dark corridor.
The spiritual fluctuations caused by the rupture of the barrier also affected the spells in the dungeon to a certain extent. The candlelight that lit up in response lost its vitality, and the strange gasps and groans in the empty space were amplified several times.
In the darkness, only that pure white color stood alone.
Xie Wuyang was distracted for a moment, and subconsciously raised his foot to chase after him.
"Where did Master say we were going?"
Yun Wanzhou raised his eyelids slightly, speaking casually, as if discussing a trivial matter, "Didn't you cast a tracking spell on Jiang Lin's soul?"
Xie Wuyang shuddered, stopped walking, and his wandering consciousness instantly returned to normal.
Xie Wuyang's pupils widened as lightning flashed across his eyes. "How did Master know?"
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips, followed Xie Wuyang and stopped for a moment before continuing forward.
"I met Jiang Lin."
Meet...Jiang Lin
This matter may not be a big deal, but considering the current situation, it seems unusual no matter how you look at it.
If Yun Wanzhou had met Jiang Lin during his imprisonment, he would never have used the word "encountered".
unless……
He met Jiang Lin near the dungeon.
In other words, Yun Wanzhou already knew about it the moment he released Jiang Lin?
Xie Wuyang's eyes trembled, and his fingertips curled up. He seemed to have a thousand words that he wanted to say, but for some reason they were stuck in his throat, unable to move up or down, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
In the end, he could only suppress his emotions, humbly follow, and pretend to be a well-behaved disciple, "Master... do you understand?"
"Um."
"Then why did Master speak for me when Sect Leader Wu was here?"
The darkness swallowed up Yun Wanzhou's face, leaving only a vague outline.
Xie Wuyang raised his head, his eyes depicting the facial features of the person in front of him based on his memory.
We have known each other for decades, whether we are enemies or friends, time will never deceive us.
I don’t know when this person started, but his appearance and habits took root in my mind.
From then on, there was a cycle of life and death, and the soul was annihilated, but it could never be forgotten.
His eyes met a pair of cold, clear eyes. He was slightly startled. Yun Wanzhou's voice was firm and cold, "After all, I raised you."
Xie Wuyang's breathing stagnated, and the noise in his ears instantly faded away, leaving only the chaotic sound of his heartbeat that was about to jump out of his chest.
…
Xie Wuyang's cultivation level is only at the Golden Core stage, but he can still support small-scale tracking techniques.
Ever since Jiang Lin's collusion with the demons was exposed, the Lianwu Sect has strengthened the barriers guarding the disciples and those entering and leaving the mountain gate.
Jiang Lin is now just a broken soul. He is lucky to have managed to stay conscious after leaving the dungeon. He definitely does not have the strength to escape from Lianwu. The only way for him to survive is to possess another body.
Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou followed the scent left by the tracking technique until they were stopped by their sister who suddenly appeared.
A red-painted arched door caught their eyes. Inside the arch was a lush bamboo forest, a bamboo pavilion, and stone benches. The familiar and peaceful layout reminded them of where they were.
The residence of the successive leaders of the Wax Apple Clan - Fantingyuan.
For a soul to take over another's body, not only does it require the soul to have great cultivation during its lifetime, but more importantly, it requires the other person's body and soul to be highly compatible and have the same spiritual power.
Even if they are brothers from the same sect and practice together, they will develop different paths of Taoism.
Same clan but different origins, same origin but different clans.
However, there is one type of person who is the most exceptional: a direct disciple who has been trained since childhood and completely inherits the teachings of his master. In the entire world of Lianwu, there is probably no better choice than Jiang Shutong.
Even though he knew this, when he really arrived at Fantingyuan and saw the warm lights in the courtyard, Xie Wuyang's heart was still moved.
He really didn't like Jiang Shutong. He didn't know if it was because of his deep-rooted prejudice against the Immortal Sect over the years, or for some other reason, but the first time they met, he felt a strong sense of disharmony from this person.
I always feel that beneath that gentle appearance, the heart is not pure.
What's more, there is an inexplicable bond between him and Yun Wanzhou.
Now that this man has fallen from grace, his respected master wants to kill him.
His faith collapsed, and he didn't know how Jiang Shutong would react when faced with a master who was willing to take over his body in order to survive.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang couldn't help but feel a little sad and pity for Jiang Shutong.
"Master, do you think Jiang Lin can successfully take over the body?"
Yun Wanzhou remained silent.
Seeing this expression of pity and reluctance, Xie Wuyang felt a little sad. He tried his best to restrain himself so that his words would not sound sarcastic. "If I go in now, maybe I can help him."
"No need." Yun Wanzhou's expression did not change, as if the people in the room had nothing to do with him.
Although the evil art of possession can help the soul take over the body, it also has its drawbacks.
If a person takes over the body of a living person, the body will have an immortal soul and two spirits in one body, and it may even be possible to kill the invading soul.
Jiang Lin no longer has the ability to kill Jiang Shutong's soul. In other words, even if his body is really occupied, Jiang Shutong will be safe as long as outsiders work together to find Jiang Lin's soul.
But despite this, when Xie Wuyang heard Yun Wanzhou's words revealing his indifference towards Jiang Shutong, he still felt a little secretly happy.
"Master, aren't you worried?" Xie Wuyang pretended to be calm.
Yun Wanzhou frowned and looked at him with a puzzled expression, "Do you know what Jiang Lin's cultivation level is?"
"Nascent Soul or above."
"Where's Jiang Shutong?"
Xie Wuyang didn't understand why Yun Wanzhou suddenly asked about the other party's cultivation level, but he still answered honestly, "He is also a leader in the Nascent Soul stage."
"With the cultivation level of Nascent Soul, how could he not know that someone has trespassed into the barrier?" Yun Wanzhou's expression was calm, and his gaze quietly turned back to the courtyard.
Xie Wuyang suddenly came to his senses and remembered something he had been overlooking.
Jiang Shutong is Jiang Lin's disciple and the new leader of the Lianwu Sect.
As for his disciples, he couldn't just stand by and watch them die, and as for the wax apples, he couldn't just leave them alone.
No matter what the purpose was, Jiang Shutong could not leave Jiang Lin out.
The moment Jiang Lin stepped into the barrier, the choice fell on Jiang Shutong.
Xie Wuyang was quite impressed by his scheming and couldn't help but rethink Jiang Shutong in his mind.
…
There is no barrier outside Fantingyuan, and the cycle of reincarnation is the same as the four seasons in the human world.
The biting cold wind made Xie Wuyang's cheeks hurt. Xie Wuyang hid behind a tree. His cheeks hurt so much that he felt uneasy standing for a while, and his body moved closer to Yun Wanzhou.
Somehow, his arm suddenly touched the other person's arm. Through a layer of clothes, the blending of skin temperature added a different kind of warmth.
When Xie Wuyang was young, he lived on the streets and often saw homeless people gathering together and huddling against the wall to keep warm.
Once, out of curiosity, Xie Wuyang went over, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he was beaten up.
"Why gather together for such obscenity?" he asked.
On that dusty face, only a pair of bright black eyes remained, shining with an innocent and pure light.
He didn't even know what group fornication meant, but one day he heard the manager of the cloth shop next door crying and pointing at three or four men and women who were huddled together in dishevel, scolding them for being shameless and for group fornication.
Later, when I grew up and gained more experience, I learned these things without being taught.
But Xie Wuyang still couldn't understand why those beggars in his memory hugged each other?
After all, in Xie Wuyang's memories that could barely be called his childhood, the few hugs he received from Mrs. Xie were filled with the damp, cold smell of dust.
…
As the distance between them continued to shorten, the scent of peach blossoms in his nostrils made Xie Wuyang feel a little dizzy.
He thought about how slender and soft Yun Wanzhou's waist was beneath his clothes, and how his cold eyes were filled with lust.
He had never seen it with his own eyes, but he had tasted it countless times in his heart.
The barrier blocked out the sounds in Fan Tingyuan, and they had no way of telling what Jiang Shutong was doing now.
Xie Wuyang simply focused all his attention on the person beside him.
Their forearms brushed against each other. Yun Wanzhou, noticing Xie Wuyang's affectionate gesture, glanced sideways, frowning in confusion, "Cold?"
Xie Wuyang's habit of never showing his shyness in front of outsiders made him subconsciously want to deny it. When the words came to his lips, he didn't know why he changed his tone and said, "A little bit."
While Xie Wuyang was speaking, he rubbed his arms as if nothing had happened, and moved closer to Yun Wanzhou openly, until he could reach the other's shoulder by lowering his head, and then he stopped with a slightly restrained look.
"This new headmaster Jiang didn't even know how to set up a barrier here, otherwise I wouldn't have to be here..." to suffer some sin of coldness.
Xie Wuyang's vision suddenly went dark, and he was covered by a long robe, which was quickly pulled off.
Her slightly drooping eyelashes cast a shadow. Yun Wanzhou was only wearing a shirt and was carefully sorting out Xie Wuyang's clothes.
Xie Wuyang shuddered slightly as his neck was brushed by the cool fingertips. He moved his lips in unbearable pain, "Master..."
The hoarse voice concealed a hint of lust, and the offensive words in his throat had not yet come out, but the sound of a branch breaking rang in his ears.
Yun Wanzhou's eyes flashed, and he put his finger on Xie Wuyang's lips, "Shhh——"
Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple moved, and seeing Yun Wanzhou's serious face, he really shut up obediently.
The whispering sound was getting closer and closer, and with the fluctuation of spiritual power, Jiang Shutong walked through the barrier.
His robe seemed to be wrinkled, and his jade-like face was covered with bleeding scars. It was not difficult to tell that he had been through a fight.
Xie Wuyang looked back and forth between Jiang Shutong and Yun Wanzhou's furrowed brows, suppressing the romantic thoughts in his mind. "Master, do you think it was Jiang Shutong or Jiang Lin who came out?"
Yun Wanzhou pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Jiang Shutong.
Possession of another's body is simply the soul entering the body, and the physical appearance will not change at all.
Jiang Shutong was brought up by Jiang Lin. If he was deliberately disguising himself, it would be extremely difficult to tell with just a few glances whether the person living in this body was still the original person.
Yun Wanzhou rubbed his fingertips twice and was about to stand up, but the person next to him took the lead and walked out from behind the tree, swaggering towards the gate.
"Master Jiang, what a coincidence." Xie Wuyang gathered his clothes and smiled, "It's so late, Master Jiang can't sleep either?"
Jiang Shutong paused when his gaze fell on Xie Wuyang's outer robe, then looked away as if nothing had happened, "Fellow Immortal Xie, can't sleep either?"
Xie Wuyang sighed, a look of worry on his face. "Master Jiang, have you heard about the disappearance of Jiang Lin's soul?"
Jiang Shutong nodded. "I heard about it. We were master and disciple, but I never thought he was..."
Jiang Shutong pursed his lips and finished the rest of the sentence with difficulty, "You are such a person who can't tell right from wrong. I..."
"Forget it." Xie Wuyang raised his hand and patted his shoulder, comforting him earnestly, "This matter is not Sect Leader Jiang's fault. Which disciple would think of their master in this way?"
Xie Wuyang added silently in his heart, unless he is not the master's disciple.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang glanced at the trees behind him vaguely.
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