Chapter 42: Forbidden Techniques (Four in One) “Who is the master of this demon world…
As the only cultivator who has ascended to heaven in the world of cultivation in thousands of years, the cultivation method of Fuguang Shenzun is naturally superior. Every time Xie Wuyang draws energy into his body, the spiritual power in his body will be significantly enhanced.
Logically speaking, if Fuguang God can use this technique to quickly break through, even if Xie Wuyang's original aptitude is average, he should also have a breakthrough. However, for several days in a row, apart from feeling a little better, Xie Wuyang showed no signs of a breakthrough.
You know, in his previous life, Xie Wuyang was a person with extremely great talent in the world of cultivation. He started practicing at the age of fourteen. When he was the same age as his original body, his cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Golden Core. But now he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, which really gave Xie Wuyang a headache.
If you want to make a breakthrough quickly, you probably have to start from the root - the original body's talent.
Xie Wuyang frowned and pondered for a long time, remembering that in his previous life in the Demon Realm, Elder Wushuang seemed to have developed a kind of elixir that could help cultivators improve their cultivation, wash away turbid air, and reshape their bones.
When the elixir was developed, it caused quite a stir in the world of cultivation, and countless demons rushed to it, including some from the immortal sects.
Xie Wuyang had already reached the Mahayana stage at that time, so he naturally did not need this kind of thing, so he never paid attention to it. Now he thought that perhaps the elixir developed by Elder Wushuang could help him.
But he didn't know the prescription, so how could he find out?
Xie Wuyang racked his brains but couldn't think of a good solution. When he was in great trouble, an idea flashed in his mind. He suddenly remembered the forbidden attic that Yun Wanzhou allowed him to enter and exit freely.
There are many books there, maybe there is a solution.
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The attic was a forbidden area. When Xie Wuyang arrived, he thought it was empty, but he never expected that Yun Wanzhou had come here without him noticing.
Today, he didn't have the broken snow on his waist, but a string of purple tassels. His clothes were no longer monotonous white, but an indigo robe that Xie Wuyang had never seen before.
This was the first time Xie Wuyang saw Yun Wanzhou in changed clothes. When he first entered the forbidden area, he couldn't help but pause and almost thought he had seen the wrong person. It was not until Yun Wanzhou heard the noise and turned around that Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Master, are you looking for some books about Nightmare Stone again?"
Yun Wanzhou put the book in his hand back to its original place and nodded lightly.
Xie Wuyang turned to face the bookshelf, waved his hand, and skillfully used his spiritual power to open a small barrier, then took out a book at random.
He had been thinking of finding a good way to help his original body rebuild its bones, but when he turned to the first page, Xie Wuyang suddenly remembered something.
Yun Wanzhou raised the original body from childhood to adulthood. As the original body's master, he was very familiar with his physical condition.
Xie Wuyang vaguely remembered that Yun Wanzhou had told him that "he" had suffered a serious illness when he was young, which was why it was difficult for him to practice.
Xie Wuyang suddenly closed the book and turned to look at him. "Master said that this disciple suffered from a chronic illness in childhood, which is why he often gets side stitches during his training. I've been stuck in Qi training for over ten years, and now that I've finally established my foundation, I don't want to waste any more time on this. Master, do you have any ideas for improvement?"
Maybe it was Xie Wuyang’s illusion, but Yun Wanzhou’s hand holding the book paused.
"I've consulted Elder Rong Ling, but he couldn't help me either." Yun Wanzhou raised his head and looked at Xie Wuyang. "Do you really want to improve?"
"If there is a way, I will think of it."
Yun Wanzhou was silent for a moment, then said, "Since it is your wish, I will do my best to find a way for you. Although I cannot guarantee that you will be like other cultivators, I will not be trapped in the ten years of foundation building."
"In that case, thank you very much, Master." Xie Wuyang nodded.
Although he said this, Yun Wanzhou did not give any deadline, and Xie Wuyang did not take his words to heart.
Elder Wushuang is a figure from five hundred years later, and Xie Wuyang does not expect to find Elder Wushuang's elixir in the forbidden area of the attic.
But Xie Wuyang had heard of a forbidden technique that could use the memories in his spiritual consciousness to enter the corresponding scene.
However, the book that records this method has always been listed as a banned book by hundreds of immortal families. It has been lost for a long time and is indeed difficult to find. Xie Wuyang came to the forbidden area of the attic just to give it a try.
Speaking of which, since Yun Wanzhou allowed him to go out of the attic freely, there shouldn't be anything shameful here.
After Xie Wuyang flipped through more than ten books in a row, he finally lost his patience.
Because of the Nightmare Stone, he had already turned over most of the huge library, and now he didn't want to experience the feeling at that time no matter what.
Xie Wuyang hastily put the book he had taken out back to its original place. He caught a glimpse of Yun Wanzhou who had found what he wanted to read and put it in his sleeve, preparing to leave.
"Master, are you preparing to leave?"
Yun Wanzhou seemed to be busy with something. Hearing this, he just looked up at Xie Wuyang and nodded. "I have something important to attend to. Don't be too eager to succeed in your cultivation. Otherwise, you will end up losing more than you gain."
"Disciple understands." Xie Wuyang nodded.
As soon as Yun Wanzhou left the forbidden area, Xie Wuyang set his sights on the huge forbidden attic.
Although the densely packed text is a headache, if I really give up, won’t I be a low-level disciple who is mediocre for the rest of my life?
After all, I am a Demon Lord, how can I be troubled by such a small matter?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang raised his hand and lifted the barrier that protected the ancient books in the entire forbidden attic. In just a moment, it turned into golden light and disappeared.
He, Xie Wuyang, must not be content with being a body of a foundation-building body. He must be at least a Nascent Soul body.
There are thousands of ways in the world, and he doesn't believe that there is no way for him to see Elder Wushuang again.
However, Xie Wuyang had never imagined that although there were tens of thousands of books in the forbidden attic, there was actually no record or description of any banned books.
Xie Wuyang didn't know how many books he had already flipped through. At this moment, looking at the words in the book, he felt dizzy and dizzy.
Xie Wuyang pinched his brows and put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf.
He thought to himself that it would be better to just wait patiently for Yun Wanzhou's solution than to waste time here.
Before he could finish his thought, the book in his hand bumped into something, and a crisp sound of a lock closing was heard. Xie Wuyang paused, his frown relaxed, and his eyes fell on an empty space on the bookshelf.
This was where the book in his hand was originally located. He didn't feel anything when he took it out, but when he put it back, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be something blocking it from the inside, and he could only push the book halfway in.
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes slightly, moved the half-laid book away, circulated the spiritual power at his fingertips, lit a spiritual fire to illuminate, and squinted his eyes to look inside.
It was completely empty, and the block of wood blocking the book looked normal. But he had clearly noticed something inside when he put the book in, so how could it disappear when the firelight swept through it?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang picked up the book and stuffed it in again. Strangely, this time, the book was pushed in intact.
Xie Wuyang frowned and took out the book again.
This book is titled "The History of Cultivation in the Past Five Hundred Years". It records the disciples who have broken through to the Nascent Soul stage in the cultivation world in recent years, the results of the immortal competition, or any unusual movements in the demon world. There is nothing special about it.
It's really strange.
Xie Wuyang tried it several times, and just when he was about to give up, another strange phenomenon appeared in the ancient book. This was the third time.
The first two times Xie Wuyang reached out to touch it, there was nothing unusual inside. Xie Wuyang thought it would be the same this time. Just as he stretched out his hand, his peripheral vision fell on the book in his hand.
What if the problem isn't with the bookshelf, but with the book itself?
Xie Wuyang turned the book over so that the spine was facing him. He used his spiritual power with his fingertips and touched it lightly. Sure enough, a wave of spiritual power came and responded to him.
This book is actually under a spell.
Xie Wuyang's eyes moved, and he took out a piece of talisman paper from his waist, drew a talisman on it, and stuck it on the talisman with his spiritual power. The talisman paper turned into nothingness in an instant, and only his spiritual power was left to fight against the spiritual power of the formation. The light flickered, intertwined for a while, and finally returned to calm.
This formation must have been created by a master. Xie Wuyang was unable to deal with it for the moment. After careful consideration, he put the tower in his arms, and with a burst of spiritual power at his fingertips, he created an illusion of an ancient book and stayed in the original place. He then quickly fled from here with the real ancient book.
This illusion will be exposed if anyone touches it. Xie Wuyang must break the ancient book formation as soon as possible and send it back to the forbidden attic.
After returning to the room, Xie Wuyang used several talismans in succession to break the formation.
It's a pity that he had just reached the foundation-building stage, and all the spiritual power Yun Wanzhou gave him was used to heal Yun Wanzhou's injuries after he came out of the illusion. With his own strength, he still lacked some skills.
He must rely on external forces.
Xie Wuyang first thought of the blue booklet given by Yun Wanzhou, which contained the method used by the God of Fuguang to draw spiritual energy from heaven and earth. However, when he thought of the noise he made when he practiced this method last time, Xie Wuyang quickly dismissed it.
Then what external force can he rely on?
Xie Wuyang's eyes swept around the room, and he suddenly thought of the sword that Chen Ziyi had used to attack him at Dashipo.
At that time, Yun Wanzhou was poisoned and injured, and his energy was distracted. Perhaps he had already forgotten the scene. After returning to Cangqiong Mountain, he never asked him for this item. It was even more impossible for Xie Wuyang to hand it over on his own initiative, so this item remained in his hands.
The sword had the power of the Nightmare Stone, and it was even able to break the protective aura that Yun Wanzhou had given it. It should not be difficult to break the ancient book formation.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang's hand, which was filled with spiritual power, moved slightly, and the sword fell from his sleeve.
In order to avoid attracting attention, Xie Wuyang turned this spiritual weapon into an inconspicuous pattern on his sleeve, so even Yun Wanzhou did not notice it.
The owner of the sword had passed away long ago, and Chen Ziyi had no spiritual power and did not make it recognize its master. Therefore, when Xie Wuyang used it, there was no resistance and he easily injected spiritual power into it.
As if sensing something unusual, the formation on the ancient book flashed, and the black air surrounding the spiritual weapon seemed to have its own consciousness, rushing straight towards the ancient book's barrier.
Accompanied by a muffled sound of spiritual power intertwining, cracks soon appeared in the barrier, and it turned into fragments and disappeared.
Xie Wuyang put away his sword, picked up the ancient book and was about to read it, but before his hand touched it, the ancient book began to emit bursts of white light.
A book with a yellowed cover and frayed edges rose from the middle, and then with a "click", it fell on the ancient book.
Xie Wuyang's eyes lit up and he picked up the book.
On the cover of the book were written a few thin, strong and clear characters: "Record of the Divine Power".
What really surprised Xie Wuyang was that below the title of the book, there was a small signature with the three words "Song Duoyan" written on it.
The creator of Nightmare Stone, the Demon Lord from a thousand years ago.
I never thought that he was the one who banned this kind of book.
But why would the things of the demon clan be listed as forbidden books by the immortal sect and sealed in the forbidden attic?
Out of curiosity, Xie Wuyang opened the first page. There was a pattern similar to a formation drawn on it, and the other side wrote the methods and key points of using the formation.
There was a passage that read: "The person drawing the formation must have a clear mind and must not have any distracting thoughts, otherwise the formation will backfire."
This sentence was underlined in red pen, and the words "No distracting thoughts" were circled. A note in completely different handwriting read, "Looks like you won't be able to use this formation."
The tone and words seemed to be closely related to Song Duoyan. I don't know who is so bold as to tease such a devil.
Xie Wuyang sighed and turned to the next page.
Except for the first page, the rest were all written by Song Duoyan, a man who was even more notorious than himself, but he had a beautiful handwriting.
Xie Wuyang's hand, which was turning the pages of the book, suddenly paused, and his eyes fell on a certain page.
The page just before this was torn off by someone, leaving only a blank footer.
Xie Wuyang's thoughts paused, and he subconsciously thought that this page was the forbidden technique he was looking for, until he turned the page again, and the forbidden book that had entered his spiritual memory suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Xie Wuyang suddenly relaxed the breath he had been holding and began to study the forbidden technique of entering the spiritual consciousness and memory.
This method has certain risks. When entering the memory, you must not interrupt it forcibly in the middle, otherwise you will easily be counterattacked.
Generally speaking, people who use this kind of magic will find someone to protect them.
But Xie Wuyang is different. No one knows that the demon from the demon world has quietly taken over the skin of the Cangqiong Mountain disciple, and no one knows that he is here to study the magic of Song Duoyan from the demon world.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and silently set up a barrier outside the house. With his foundation-building cultivation level, it would be impossible for him to stop outsiders, but at least he could be aware of it and prepare early.
Hold your breath and concentrate your mind into the sea of consciousness, merging with your primordial spirit.
This was the umpteenth time that Xie Wuyang had entered his sea of consciousness, but it was an experience different from usual.
Because of the magic, his consciousness did not enter the spiritual consciousness. Instead, he stood at the highest point, watching his spiritual consciousness walking aimlessly in the desert.
The next moment, the spiritual consciousness saw something and suddenly stopped. Xie Wuyang took this opportunity to enter the spiritual consciousness's memory.
Xie Wuyang has lived for decades, and some of his memories have long been blurred, but when he entered the spiritual consciousness, those deep and shallow memories all passed by in a cursory glance.
Suddenly, Xie Wuyang seemed to see Yun Wanzhou's eyes.
It was an expression Xie Wuyang had never seen before. It seemed sad and nostalgic, as if he was looking at someone and recalling some past events.
Before Xie Wuyang had time to think about it, those eyes flashed before his eyes, and then Xie Wuyang saw the Demon Palace.
There was thick black fog above the palace, which made it look even more eerie.
Inside the hall, many elders sat together, speaking eloquently and admonishing their Lord to attack the world of cultivation.
Demon Lord Xie Wuyang sat in front of the hall, listening to the endless discussions and quarrels in his ears. His closed eyes suddenly opened, and the magic pattern on his forehead moved. His deep pupils just fell on a certain place in the hall, and the group of elders suddenly stopped talking.
"Who is the master of this demon world, me or the elders?"
The moment Xie Wuyang looked up following the voice, he was met with a pair of deep black eyes.
Those eyes were cold and dangerous, and they were frightening.
Xie Wuyang felt his breathing stagnate, and a force suddenly hit him. The world was spinning in front of his eyes, and when Xie Wuyang opened his eyes again, he was facing several elders in the hall.
Elder Wushuang suddenly knelt on the ground, raised his hands above his head, and performed the ritual of submission used by the demon world. "The Demon World Master is the Honored Lord, but even the rulers of the human world listen to the advice of their ministers. As the Demon Lord, you must not act blindly and disregard the great cause of our demon clan!"
Xie Wuyang was slightly surprised for a moment, then immediately immersed in the drama. He raised his eyebrows and said, "So the great cause of the demon clan is to put its people in danger and pave the way for you?"
"I dare not." said Elder Wushuang.
Elder Wushuang has the greatest ambition among the elders, but he is also loyal to the Demon Realm and is one of the few elders who is willing to be second only to Xie Wuyang.
His ambition lies not in his own status and power, but in the demon world.
But Xie Wuyang prefers to live in peace in a corner. As long as the immortal sects in the world of cultivation do not take the initiative to attack him, he will hide if possible.
"Elders, please stop trying to persuade me. Whether it's cultivating a technique or establishing a celestial sect, I don't want any of it."
"The Lord has no children. Who will inherit the vast Demon Realm?"
Xie Wuyang suddenly raised the corner of his lips, seemingly making a casual rebuttal, but it frightened several elders.
"Aren't there still the elders here?"
After saying this, Xie Wuyang let out a deep breath of anger and stood up to leave the center of the hall. When he passed by Elder Wushuang, Xie Wuyang paused and looked up. "Elder Wushuang, please stay. The other elders, please go back."
There were also elders who refused to give up and warned, "Lord, you must not do this..."
Xie Wuyang ignored him and walked up to Elder Wushuang and said bluntly, "I heard that Elder Wushuang recently developed a spiritual medicine that can rebuild one's foundation. I'm very interested. I wonder if you could change places with me so I can talk about it."
Elder Wushuang said, "Since your Honored Lord desires it, I will have some delivered to you. However, your Honored Lord is already exceptionally gifted, and this medicine will do more harm than good to you. Your Honored Lord, please do not act on impulse."
"I know about this, but this is the first time I've heard of this elixir. I find it quite interesting and want to study it. There's no need to send the medicine. If the elder is willing, you can give me the prescription."
Next year, he would follow the elders' wishes, but when the Lord spoke, who could fail to understand the meaning behind his words? Although Elder Wushuang was puzzled as to why Xie Wuyang wanted such a prescription, he still nodded in agreement.
"Then I will send someone to bring the prescription to you for your inspection later."
Xie Wuyang nodded, "Yes."
There was no movement in the barrier outside. Elder Wushuang went to write a prescription, and he could not leave for the time being. He could only return to his bedroom and look at this familiar yet unfamiliar layout.
Such days actually made Xie Wuyang feel a little strange. On the contrary, the days in Cangqiong Mountain seemed more real to him.
I don’t know which day’s memory entered his consciousness, or how long it was since the battle in which his soul dissipated.
Just as Xie Wuyang was bored and picked up a book from the table beside him to read, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the hall.
The demon soldiers on guard ran in panic, swallowed their saliva, and looked up at Xie Wuyang, "My Lord, that man is here again."
"Who?" Xie Wuyang asked.
"The Immortal Lord of Cangqiong Mountain, Yun Wanzhou."
Xie Wuyang paused, raised his head from the book, frowned and thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow, finding it quite interesting, "Since it is Immortal Yun who is visiting in person, then please come in."
Thinking about it carefully, he was so used to seeing Yun Wanzhou as his master that he almost forgot how cold and ruthless Yun Wanzhou would be five hundred years later.
I don’t know if he went to help eliminate monsters somewhere again. Yun Wanzhou was not wearing a robe today. He had a gilded wristband on his wrist and his hair was neatly held up by a crown.
When he entered the palace, his eyes first swept around the surroundings, and then landed on Xie Wuyang. "I heard that the elders of the Demon Realm want to go to war with the Immortal Sect?"
He was talking about the elder of the demon world, not the Demon Lord Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang stood up from the armchair. The Demon Lord was over twenty years old at this time, and was taller than Yun Xianzun. He easily gathered him under him and asked, "Why don't you think this is my order?"
Yun Wanzhou ignored Xie Wuyang's question and frowned. "The war between the Demon Realm and the Immortal Sect has caused suffering to many people in the cultivation world. I hope the Demon Clan will think twice before taking any action."
"Is Immortal Yun here to persuade me not to attack the Immortal Sect?" Xie Wuyang asked.
Yun Wanzhou looked hesitant, as if he wanted to explain something, but he finally nodded and said, "Yes."
Although Xie Wuyang had no intention of attacking the Immortal Sect, he also didn't want to let Yun Wanzhou get his way easily. He said stubbornly, "But my demon clan is becoming increasingly powerful, and I am also in the middle stage of the Great Vehicle. With just one order, I can lead the demon clan to flatten the world of cultivation. Why should I give up my demon clan's bright future just because of a word from Yun Xianzun?"
Yun Wanzhou looked at him without answering, nor did he show the excitement or anger that Xie Wuyang wanted to see.
Xie Wuyang let out a light "tsk" and lost interest in teasing, but he couldn't bring himself to agree to Yun Wanzhou's request, so he pretended to be hesitant.
"However, since Immortal Yun has come to me personally to ask for help, it really makes it difficult for me to deal with it." Xie Wuyang deliberately emphasized the four words "personally asked for help". "Maybe you can give me a few days to think about it and then make a decision."
Yun Wanzhou nodded, but still a little worried, so he explained, "If war breaks out, there will be devastating loss of life."
Xie Wuyang's eyebrows were filled with impatience. "I will consider today's matter. Yunxianzun is busy with other things, so please return to the Demon Realm first."
Yun Wanzhou seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.
Just at this moment, Xie Wuyang's spiritual power suddenly became turbulent, his brows furrowed, and he remembered something.
When he cast the formation based on his spiritual memory, he was afraid of being disturbed by outsiders, so he set up a barrier outside the house.
The barrier was moving strangely at this time. Could it be that someone was looking for him?
But Elder Wushuang hasn't sent anyone yet, so he hasn't gotten the prescription yet.
Xie Wuyang frowned, his gaze passing Yun Wanzhou and falling outside the bedroom.
There is a long time to come, so why not go back first and come back to look for Elder Wushuang when you have time next time.
Just as Xie Wuyang was about to use his spiritual power to go back first, a familiar voice came from outside the door, "My Lord, I have written down the prescription."
Xie Wuyang's face was filled with joy. He immediately ran forward and took the yellowish paper from Elder Wushuang's hand.
The prescription on the paper is not long and only requires three ingredients.
The purest spiritual power, forget-me-not, and iceberg snow lotus.
Xie Wuyang's spiritual power is definitely not enough for pure spiritual power. He is originally from the demon clan, and his spiritual power comes from his greed. Yun Wanzhou should be able to do it.
Although the second medicine is not common in the world of cultivation, if you want to find it, all major sects have it stored.
As for the third medicine...
Xie Wuyang's gaze fell on the iceberg snow lotus and he frowned uncontrollably.
Only one Iceberg Snow Lotus can be born every five hundred years. By chance, Elder Wushuang encountered the Iceberg Snow Lotus in full bloom. If you think about it carefully, wasn't the last Iceberg Snow Lotus born five hundred years ago?
Feeling the fluctuation of spiritual power in his body, Xie Wuyang silently memorized the three medicines. Under the strange gazes of Elder Wushuang and Yun Wanzhou, he exerted a little spiritual power and his consciousness left his body in an instant.
In just a moment, when he opened his eyes again, Xie Wuyang had returned to his residence in Cangqiong Mountain.
There was a knock on the door, followed by Liu Yuqin's voice, "Junior Brother, Immortal Yun and the Sect Leader are calling you to the Sect Leader's room to discuss matters."
Xie Wuyang frowned, quite puzzled.
Is there something that requires him to send a foundation-building disciple? Or is it to discuss matters with the Immortal Master?
Xie Wuyang's gaze subconsciously fell on the forbidden book in his hand, but then he thought that he had only brought the book for less than half a day, and there were few other people entering and leaving the forbidden attic except him and Yun Wanzhou, so this should not be the case.
Could it be the nightmare stone?
After a long time without receiving a response, Liu Yuqin knocked on the door again and called out, "Junior brother, are you there?"
"Senior Sister Liu, wait a moment. I'll be right out."
Xie Wuyang put the banned book and "The History of Cultivation in the Past Five Hundred Years" into the drawer, and placed another ban on it before leaving.
Xie Wuyang had not been to Wu Hanfeng's residence since his resurrection, so he didn't know the way. If Liu Yuqin hadn't led the way, he would probably have had a whole day to find it.
When he arrived, Yun Wanzhou and Wu Hanfeng were already sitting in the main room waiting for him.
I don’t know why Wu Hanfeng hated his original body so much. As soon as Xie Wuyang arrived, his face, which was originally smiling when he looked at Yun Wanzhou, suddenly turned cold. He turned his head and ignored Xie Wuyang's existence, taking a sip of tea.
"Master." Xie Wuyang called out, then turned to Wu Hanfeng. Even though he was extremely reluctant, he still maintained a respectful expression, "Master, the Sect Leader."
Wu Hanfeng took a sip of tea and cast a look of contempt on Xie Wuyang. "You came down the mountain this time to redeem yourself from your crimes, but now that the Nightmare Stone hasn't been found, you're still under suspicion. Have you figured out how to apologize?"
"Master, you're joking. I didn't steal the Nightmare Stone. Why should I apologize?"
Wu Hanfeng snorted coldly and did not respond to him.
Yun Wanzhou spoke at this time, "Before you came, I discussed this with my senior brother. Although the theft of the Nightmare Stone was not your fault, trespassing into the forbidden area is true. This coincides with the Lianwu Sect Leader Succession Ceremony. If you can achieve a place in this competition, it can be considered meritorious service."
Xie Wuyang's eyebrows twitched, "How many?"
Yun Wanzhou said, "The first three hundred."
There are tens of thousands of cultivators in the world of cultivation, but only three thousand have the opportunity to participate in the Immortal Sect Competition. Among them, in addition to the best of each sect, there are also disciples of the elders.
There are at least 2,800 to 3,000 people who have reached the foundation building stage. Xie Wuyang has just established his foundation, and it is really difficult for him to win the top 300 in the competition.
Unexpectedly, Xie Wuyang nodded and agreed without hesitation, "Okay."
Now it was Wu Hanfeng's turn to be shocked, "Do you really think you can do it?"
Xie Wuyang said, "There are still more than two months until the competition. Before the results come out, everyone has the potential to take the top spot. Moreover, with such a long time ahead, I am confident."
"I hope so." Wu Hanfeng sneered, stood up and left the house, leaving only Yun Wanzhou and Xie Wuyang.
There was silence all around. The longer the time passed after his rebirth, the more Xie Wuyang felt that he had nothing to say to Yun Wanzhou.
Not to mention that during this period of time, he found that Yun Wanzhou was very different from what he had imagined. Just the relationship between them as master and disciple, whenever Yun Wanzhou treated him well as a matter of course, Xie Wuyang always felt quite awkward.
Just as Xie Wuyang was hesitating whether to find an excuse to leave, Yun Wanzhou, who was sitting in the front, stood up first and said, "In this Immortal Sect Competition, just do your best. It doesn't matter if you can't get into the top 300."
Even if Xie Wuyang fails to meet the requirements of the Sect Leader, he has the ability to protect him.
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes and said, "Disciple will do his best."
The reason why Xie Wuyang agreed to this matter so readily was that he and Yun Wanzhou were both convinced that the person who stole the Nightmare Stone would appear at the succession ceremony of the leader of the Lianwu Sect. If they successfully found the Nightmare Stone, they could use the power of the Nightmare Stone to leave the Immortal Sect with him.
Secondly, Xie Wuyang has found a prescription for rebuilding his foundation. If done properly, he can also practice quickly.
In his previous life, Xie Wuyang reached the Mahayana stage at a young age and had already figured out the cultivation methods, so he didn't need to worry about this matter.
However, the iceberg snow lotus is said to grow on the edge of the cliff of Luohua Snow Mountain, where there is wind and snow, the climate is harsh, and avalanches occur from time to time.
It is not easy to get the iceberg snow lotus.
With Xie Wuyang's current level of cultivation, if he didn't have a perfect plan, he would easily be trapped in the snowy mountains.
So that night, Xie Wuyang used his spiritual power to draw a lot of talismans, and also carried Chen Ziyi's sword with him.
If Yun Wanzhou could help, this matter would definitely be twice as easy to accomplish. But if I tell Yun Wanzhou, how would I solve the problem of the prescription?
Xie Wuyang really didn't want to bow to Yun Wanzhou.
In his previous life, he could easily enter and exit the Blue Sky Sea. No matter how powerful the Luohua Snow Mountain was, it was just a mountain.
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Many monks have come to the outskirts of Huai'an City recently. From these monks, we learned that the Lianwu Sect will hold a ceremony to succeed the leader in the next month.
As one of the three major immortal sects, the succession ceremony of the Lianwu Sect is certainly not to be underestimated. It attracts many cultivators to come. Even if they don’t have an invitation and cannot participate in the competition, it is always good to watch from the outside.
If you can meet an outstanding person and curry favor with him, it will be a good way forward in the future.
Wax Apple Gate is located in Yangzhou City, adjacent to Yuzhou, but just a distance away from the suburbs.
Cangqiong Mountain is the number one immortal gate. Many cultivators have already arrived nearby. How could they not want to go down the mountain to take a look? If they are lucky, they can even catch a glimpse of Yun Wanzhou, the number one person in the world of cultivation.
As a result, more and more monks appeared at the junction of the two cities, and the originally desolate and wild area now had more restaurants and shops, as well as stalls selling many talismans and spiritual weapons.
Xie Wuyang has been here for more than two days. Luohua Snow Mountain is located at the junction of the two cities.
The foot of the mountain is extremely lively, but the mountain is full of romance all year round.
"This talisman can protect against cold, fire, and even some spiritual weapons. It's comparable to the protective auras of many cultivators. Would you like to take a look?"
Xie Wuyang paused and his eyes fell on the talisman in the monk's hand. It was just an ordinary protective talisman, nothing special, and not as effective as the spiritual power that Yun Wanzhou gave him.
Xie Wuyang's gaze fell on the medicine shop next to him.
The shop owner looked at him cheerfully, "I see that the Immortal Master is at the Foundation Establishment stage. There are many masters competing in this Immortal Sect Competition, which is disadvantageous to the Immortal Master. I have a miraculous elixir that can greatly increase the Immortal Master's spiritual power in a short period of time. Although it's only temporary, it can still be effective at a critical moment."
Xie Wuyang took out a few spirit stones from his waist and threw them to the shop owner. "I'm not participating in the Immortal Sect Competition. I just want to ask you something."
The shop owner eagerly accepted the spirit stone and said in a fawning tone, "What is it that Immortal wishes to know? I will tell you everything I know."
"I heard there's an iceberg snow lotus on Luohua Snow Mountain, and it's in full bloom right now. Have you heard of it?"
The shop owner said, "You must have heard of it. The snow lotus blooms only once every five hundred years and is extremely precious. I've seen countless cultivators covet the snow lotus, all wanting to use it to improve their cultivation. However, this snow mountain is extremely dangerous, and monsters often appear. If you want to survive, Immortal, you'd better not go there."
"Oh?" Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows. "Then do you know what the monsters on the snowy mountain look like and what rank they are?"
"I don't know about that. I just heard that this monster can swallow a cultivator in the Golden Core stage in one gulp. I think it must be a high-grade Xuan-level monster. Only a Yuanying stage cultivator can fight it."
"Thank you for letting me know." Xie Wuyang pulled out a few high-grade spirit stones from his waist and shook them in his palm. He pointed at the medicine in the shop owner's hand and asked, "Can this pill of yours increase spiritual power?"
Staring at the spirit stone in Xie Wuyang's hand, the shop owner's eyes lit up, "Exactly."
"How high can it reach?"
"The immortal has established his foundation and can reach the late stage of the golden elixir."
Xie Wuyang handed the spirit stone to the boss, stretched out his other hand and made a promise: "I want this pill."
The shop owner hurriedly handed the pill to Xie Wuyang and put the spirit stone into his pocket with a grin.
Xie Wuyang put the medicine bottle in his arms and thought to himself that such a miraculous medicine must be extremely precious, and the shop owner probably only has this one.
Unexpectedly, the moment he turned around, he saw the shop owner pull out an identical porcelain bottle from under the shop and continue to sell it, "This pill can greatly increase your spiritual power in the short term. It can help immortals shine in the competition. Don't miss it if you pass by..."
Xie Wuyang: “…” Do the immortals have so many elixirs?
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The wind is freezing and the ice is three feet thick.
Xie Wuyang walked in the wind and snow with great difficulty.
The illusion on the snowy mountain was even worse than Xie Wuyang had imagined, and it was impossible to move forward.
It was just a short distance, but Xie Wuyang had already used three talismans.
Looking at the mountain top far away in the horizon, Xie Wuyang took a deep breath and was about to run for a distance in one go when his eyes suddenly stopped and he saw a group of people in the blizzard.
Compared to Xie Wuyang, a lone man, the other party was obviously more prepared. Clothes and dry food were stored on the horse, and the thick plush cloak wrapped the body tightly, looking very warm.
Xie Wuyang curled up his frozen fingers, rubbed his hands and walked quickly forward. When passing by a crowd of people, he suddenly heard someone talking about the words "Iceberg Snow Lotus".
"Is this Iceberg Snow Lotus really that valuable?"
"Exactly. As the saying goes, 'scarcity makes things valuable.' This iceberg snow lotus blooms only once every few hundred years, and it just so happens that our generation has encountered it. Isn't this fate?"
"But there are so many cultivators in the world of cultivation, and quite a few of them are at the Golden Core level or above, yet the Iceberg Snow Lotus is still on the top of the snowy mountain. Brother Dali, can we really do it?"
Xie Wuyang paused and his eyes fell on the man called "Da Li".
The powerful man lived up to his name, with a muscular body. His cheeks were flushed, as if he had just drunk some wine, and his whole body was shaking as he spoke. "They are outnumbered, while we have nearly ten people, two of whom are above the Golden Core level. Are they afraid of a mere snow mountain?"
Xie Wuyang cast another talisman to keep out the cold on himself.
This team of people is quite powerful. If I want to get the Iceberg Snow Lotus, I must get ahead of them.
Otherwise, let alone the monster, if the two sides start fighting, I will be exhausted first.
Just as Xie Wuyang took a step forward, a voice suddenly came from behind him, "Hey, the person in front, turn around."
Xie Wuyang was not the kind of person who would listen to instructions. He sneered in his heart when he heard this. Not only did he not turn back, but he even quickened his pace.
A hand pressed down on Xie Wuyang's shoulder, and the man's voice was filled with impatience and contempt, "I'm talking to you, turn back."
Xie Wuyang's eyes turned cold. He took out the talisman from his waist and slapped the man's hand. A red flame spread along the man's arm and burned his shoulder in an instant.
This spell was created by the God of Fuguang. No one else had ever seen such a fire. Wailing and cursing filled his ears, "What have you done to me? Put it out for me!"
Xie Wuyang didn't respond, so the man had to ask his companions behind him for help, "Why don't you come over and help!"
Hearing the cry for help, the crowd finally moved. The first one to come out was a young man in his early twenties. He looked at the flame in the man's hand for a moment, then used his spiritual power and waved his hand, and the flame was extinguished in an instant.
The man's arm was intact, with no signs of burns at all.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows with interest.
The young man took two steps towards Xie Wuyang. The burned man said angrily, "Ji Yao, the spell this man used is really strange. I have never seen this kind of fire. Tie him up quickly. We need to torture him severely!"
Ji Yao ignored the man's words and instead fixed his gaze on Xie Wuyang. "How did this immortal friend come up with this method? He combined the fire summoning talisman with illusion to create a spell to attract people."
Xie Wuyang looked at Ji Yao with a look of scrutiny, "I was just thinking about this when I was bored, but I never thought it would come in handy today."
Since he could easily see through his talisman, Ji Yao’s strength must not be underestimated.
Ji Yao didn't care about the sarcasm in Xie Wuyang's words at all, "May I ask where you come from, my friend?"
"Cangqiong Mountain." Xie Wuyang did not hide it.
Hearing this, the man beside him glanced at Xie Wuyang intently, then sneered, "How can a low-level cultivator like you pretend to be the number one sect in the world of cultivation? If you were Cang Qiong Mountain, I would be the last disciple of Immortal Yun!"
Xie Wuyang's lips curled slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, "You look down on me so much, how can I look at you when your cultivation level is the same as mine, only at the foundation building stage?"
"I am in the late stage of foundation building, and will be able to achieve golden elixir soon!"
Xie Wuyang's gaze fell on the man's face and paused for a moment, and suddenly he didn't want to pay any attention to him anymore.
Although this person has reached the late stage of foundation building, he is weak inside and has not realized the true meaning of cultivation. In terms of spiritual power alone, it is only equivalent to the middle stage of foundation building. If he wants to reach the golden elixir stage, he will probably have to wait for another eight or nine years.
The man looked at Xie Wuyang's indifferent temperament and was so angry that he used his spiritual power to hit the person in front of him, but Ji Yao easily blocked the attacking hand.
"My brother has an impatient temper, so please don't argue with him. My friend, you have reached such a high level in the use of talismans. Are you a talisman cultivator from Cangqiong Mountain?"
Although Xie Wuyang had never possessed a spiritual weapon in this life, he was a true swordsman in his previous life. So he shook his head and said, "I don't have a spiritual weapon yet."
The talisman can be used to this extent without any spiritual weapon. If there is a spiritual weapon that can control the talisman in the future, how powerful will it be?
Ji Yao himself was a talisman cultivator, so he found it hard to imagine Xie Wuyang's talent.
Both sides were silent for a moment. Xie Wuyang was in a hurry to pick iceberg snow lotus and had no energy to waste with his competitors. So he glanced behind him and said, "I have important matters to attend to. If you have nothing else to do, I will leave first."
Ji Yao nodded and was about to turn around when the man beside him suddenly stopped him, "Ji Yao, wait a minute, we don't know what this person's purpose is yet."
"What does other people's purpose have to do with us?" Ji Yao frowned.
The man sneered, his eyes fixed on Xie Wuyang, and asked, "You're only in the early stages of foundation building, and your spiritual power is still unstable. You came to Luohua Snow Mountain, are you also after the Iceberg Snow Lotus?"
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes dangerously, his cold gaze causing the man's expression to freeze. He realized that he had actually been frightened by a cultivator in the early stages of foundation building. He grew even more furious and reached out to grab Xie Wuyang's collar, "What's the matter? Did I guess right?"
When Xie Wuyang was the Demon Lord, he had seen countless ignorant bastards. In his eyes, the man in front of him was nothing more than an annoying flying insect, not worth his attack.
Xie Wuyang stared at him without changing his expression. Ji Yao, who was standing beside him, noticed that the atmosphere was not right and pried open the man's fingers one by one.
But this man was also stubborn and refused to admit his mistakes, as if he would lose his dignity if he lowered his head. Ji Yao opened one finger and he closed one, and they were still in a stalemate for a long time.
Finally, Ji Yao took out a talisman and stuck it on the man's hand, and the man reluctantly let go.
Xie Wuyang patted his collar, but said harshly, "You are so angry, are you afraid that I, a low-level cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, will steal your snow lotus?"
"Bah! How dare you say that!" the man said angrily.
As soon as the words fell, before Xie Wuyang could respond, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the crowd, "What is that?"
Then the sound spread among the crowd, and many people in front stood up and looked in the direction behind Xie Wuyang. Some of them looked terrified, while others suddenly became alert.
Even the man who had been furious just now and Ji Yao couldn't help but show a look of astonishment.
Xie Wuyang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
An inhuman roar seemed to be heard behind him, the ground shook slightly, and cracks gradually appeared on the flat snow.
Following the crowd's gaze, Xie Wuyang turned his head, and the moment he saw the scene in front of him, his breathing stopped.
A huge monster with a green face, fangs and a snow-white body appeared before my eyes.
The monster lay on the ground, as if sniffing something, and occasionally opened its bloody mouth, revealing a pair of fangs as long as swords. The monster was only a few steps away from the crowd, and it kept getting closer. Soon, it was already a few steps away.
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