Chapter 34 The Escape Plan + Qixi Festival Mini-Theater If he doesn't leave now, he might…
Fu Ming had no reason to refuse.
It was like a godsend; he was just worried about not finding a chance to separate from Xiao Huaiyuan.
Ever since he nearly lost his life on Mount Taixuan, Xiao Huaiyuan has been keeping a close eye on him, even moving his room from the foot of the mountain to a side room on the summit. Every word and action of his is under Xiao Huaiyuan's surveillance.
He was constantly enveloped by Xiao Huaiyuan's divine sense. Even during ordinary meditation, he could feel the tentacles of Xiao Huaiyuan's divine sense examining him from the inside out, like the spying gaze of some powerful demonic beast.
This made Fu Ming, who was naturally free-spirited, quite uncomfortable.
Fortunately, according to the rules of previous years, Nascent Soul stage cultivators are not allowed to enter the Grand Competition Secret Realm to protect the juniors. Even if Xiao Huaiyuan insisted on going, he was powerless to do so. Fu Ming was making his own plans.
"Come, I'll go right now." Fu Ming shouted and quickly changed his clothes. A handsome young man carrying a sword on his back pushed open the door with a smile.
Lin Han led him to the registration office.
I also gave him a brief overview of the Grand Competition Secret Realm.
The spiritual energy in the cultivation world is currently depleted, and no cultivators at the Mahayana stage have emerged for a thousand years.
However, this Grand Competition Secret Realm is a stable space passed down from ancient times, forming its own little world. It contains long-lost immortal herbs and spirit beasts, lost and forgotten true immortal records, and hidden paths leading to the tombs of various powerful beings.
If one receives divine protection and the opportunity presented by predecessors, one might even attain immortality and ascend to heaven in one fell swoop—of course, this is just a distant legend and cannot be taken as fact.
Fu Ming casually echoed a few words.
He knew the truth of the matter better than anyone else, after all, he had found his Hunyuan Devouring Heaven Record within it.
Lin Han: "The opportunity is good, but you have to be alive to enjoy it. Do you know that in the past hundred years, many people have obtained treasures, but only one person has come out alive?"
Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Lin Han gave him a few more instructions. "That person is a demon lord known throughout the world for his ruthlessness. You don't have such a hard heart, so you still need to be careful."
Fu Ming perked up at the news.
Isn't that a coincidence?
That's me.
But when did he become ruthless?
He's already considered one of the more morally upright groups among demonic cultivators, okay?
Lin Han chattered on and on along the way, then suddenly stopped in front of the square: "Junior Brother Ming, you are the sect leader's first disciple and have participated in many important events. I'm afraid you'll become the target of everyone's criticism in the secret realm."
Fu Ming feigned profundity: "No problem, I have a brilliant plan."
"How so?"
The sunlight gilded his figure; he stood with his hands behind his back and head tilted back, like a hermit, yet the answer he uttered was simple and unpretentious.
"It's that simple, just take them down one by one, or two by two."
As Long Aotian, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens; there is no reason for me to back down in the face of difficulties.
Lin Han choked up, speechless.
The secret realm exists outside this boundary, anchored only by the boundary stone.
Each sect of the immortal path possesses fragments of boundary stones. Before entering a secret realm, one must drip blood from their fingertip onto these fragments to establish a stable connection between their soul and the secret realm.
Sixty years ago, the Tianyan Sect was thriving with numerous disciples, and several rounds of arena battles were needed to weed out those who were not skilled in martial arts. Now, they can enter the secret realm immediately upon arrival, which can be considered a kind of era's benefit.
The process of signing with blood was tedious and boring, and Fu Ming was lost in thought.
What is Xiao Huaiyuan busy with?
He soon found out the answer.
In the main hall of Changliu Mountain, his main body received a secret letter written by Xiao Huaiyuan himself.
The handwriting was neat and square. Stripped of the formal language, it essentially invited him to attend a meeting between immortals and demons, to be held in twenty days. The location was not specified, but it was likely up to him to decide.
The letter was placed on his usual route. After reading it, the paper was burned. In the short time that he disappeared, how exactly did Xiao Huaiyuan manage to establish this connection?
Fu Ming has been silent for a long time, and all parties want to test his background.
To go or not to go?
During this period, his main body has been in a standby mode, avoiding movement as much as possible. Although he has accumulated enough merit points, Fu Ming has a feeling that now is not a good time to undergo tribulation, and it would be safer to wait for the main body and the clone to merge.
Fu Ming's tongue gently pressed against his palate, gliding over his fangs and causing a slight pain. He was always excited by the unknown risks.
Come on, even if it's a trap, let him make a scene.
He immediately wielded his brush with lightning speed, producing elegant and flowing characters.
"Yes, see you in the Underworld."
Last time, he was surrounded by a thousand people in the secret realm of the Grand Competition. In his distress, he found a small path leading to the River of Oblivion and drifted downstream. He floated for seven days until he was finally pushed by the waves to the side of a dilapidated mountain villa, where he was pulled out by the waves.
The villa was not far from the Nether Spring and was called Spring Villa. He remembered that the people in the villa seemed to have some supernatural abilities to predict fate, but he wondered how they were doing after so many years.
According to his escape plan, after faking his death, he would fall into the River of Oblivion and reunite with his original body, thus separating him from Xiao Huaiyuan forever.
However, given his junior brother's overly indulgent nature towards his disciple, what should he do if Xiao Huaiyuan insists on coming to find him?
Fu Ming also came up with a brilliant plan to break the deadlock.
That is to package himself as a despicable person who harbors ill intentions towards his master, is treacherous and disloyal, and reveal his true colors at just the right moment, tearing off his mask completely on the eve of his escape, so that Xiao Huaiyuan will stay away from him.
Since he cultivates the path of ruthlessness, I will disrupt his spiritual mind.
Since he is of good character, I will attack his reputation.
The fact that the master and disciple had an affair, and that they were of the same sex, has not yet reached the ears of others, will surely enrage Xiao Huaiyuan, who is full of strict rules and regulations, and expel him from the sect.
Once the entrance to the secret realm is sealed, it is completely isolated from the outside world, except for some little-known secret passages.
Although the disciples participating in the competition can receive jade slips to contact their masters, in real trouble, these things can only convey a last message. To put it optimistically, at that time, Xiao Huaiyuan could only curse him from afar, and could not pick up a sword and kill him.
To outsiders, Ming Chen's unfortunate death wouldn't really tarnish Xiao Huaiyuan's reputation.
Junior brother, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll give you more good stuff during the talks.
Drops of blood fell onto the dark boundary stone, and Fu Ming stared blankly at the runes on the stone.
The consequence of diverting his attention to his main body was that he lost his balance, turned pale, and was pulled away by the elder brother surnamed Li from the Surveillance Department.
Lin Han: "Regretful? -- I've said before that someone will die in every Immortal Dao Competition. Your foundation is not stable now. If you're hesitant, it's better not to go."
"How could that be? I'm definitely going." Fu Ming composed himself and put on a cheerful smile again.
A faint fluctuation of divine soul rippled at his fingertips, like a cool red ribbon wrapped around them—a sign of successfully signing a spiritual contract with the secret realm.
Unlike the other disciples who hesitated in the square, his soul was essentially a Nascent Soul stage soul. The reason he was able to deceive the secret realm was not because his physical body's cultivation was only at the Golden Core stage, but rather...
The system gave him a backdoor.
Fu Ming gasped quietly: "System, what exactly are you?"
About ten seconds later, a cheerful mechanical voice sounded in his mind: "Ding, insufficient permissions, you can't say this~"
The answer was as expected. It's okay, he'll find out someday.
The inspectors were still worried that something might happen to Fu Ming in the secret realm. Seeing that he was determined to leave, they thought of giving him some extra lessons.
They gathered around Fu Ming under the towering, canopy-like pine tree, and conducted a review session focusing on their teammates and the competition rules.
“Jiang Jie, you should have met him. He’s the disciple who guards the commission board. He’s lazy and unambitious. His master had a hard time catching him and throwing him here for training.” Senior Brother Li tapped the spare blackboard he carried with him. “But he’s at the late Golden Core stage, the highest level of cultivation. You can say some nice things to him and get him to help you.”
Fu Ming recalled all his memories from this month. Oh, so that big mouth who talks about everything is called Jiang Jie.
"Gu Yunyi, the eldest daughter of the Gu family, was in the late Foundation Establishment stage when she entered the sect, and has just advanced to the Golden Core stage, just like Junior Brother Ming. This girl is very arrogant, so you must not offend her."
Accompanying them were two elite disciples from Wanjian Peak, both sword cultivators. Their rough edges had long been smoothed out by the impoverished life, making them easy to get along with.
As for the people in their Inspection Department, Lin Han had to guard the Inspection Department within the sect, while the others were either medicine cultivators or artifact cultivators with poor self-protection abilities, or their cultivation had not yet reached the Golden Core stage. Therefore, only the kind-hearted Brother Li would go to the Grand Competition Secret Realm.
By the way, Brother Li's full name is Li Xiang.
Li Xiang suddenly smacked his forehead as he spoke: "By the way, the rules for the Immortal Dao Competition are different each year, and the rankings will be determined by the scores. But you've just advanced to the Golden Core stage, so I advise you not to worry about scores, rankings, or rare treasures. Preserving your life is the most important thing, understand?"
"knew."
Fu Ming nodded obediently, but in his heart he lit a candle for the good man Li Xiang.
I'm so sorry, Brother Li, but I'm going to leave you with the psychological trauma of witnessing a fake death right from the start.
At sunrise tomorrow, the gate to the secret realm will officially open in the plaza.
Tonight will be the last moment for the young man to reunite with his master and fellow disciples.
In the celestial realm, it is often said that when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
The emergence of a genius at the Nascent Soul stage can elevate a mid-tier sect to a major sect, while the emergence of a Mahayana stage cultivator can make a major sect shine for a thousand years.
Fu Ming and Xiao Huaiyuan's master, the Calabash Daoist, was the number one immortal in the Immortal Realm, infinitely close to the Mahayana stage. Although he was in seclusion for many years, as long as he lived, the position of the Heavenly Evolution Sect would remain unshakable.
Throughout history, many geniuses have distinguished themselves in grand competitions, making the Heavenly Ranking a favorite topic of conversation among various peaks and sects.
Tonight, many masters must be giving their disciples earnest advice, hoping they will shine in the secret realm.
But Xiao Huaiyuan didn't care about those things.
The full moon hung high, casting a hazy, cold light that softened Xiao Huaiyuan's sharp, hard features.
He lowered his eyes and placed a luminous pearl with iridescent light into Fu Ming's palm.
"All I want is for you to return safely."
When Fu Ming received the luminous pearl, his wrist trembled as if he had been scalded by boiling water.
With his keen eyesight, he could certainly tell that this was a priceless treasure meant to save his life. Even if he died from exhaustion, it would at least preserve his soul, making it easier to reshape his body in the future.
"I will."
This was the most difficult lie Fu Ming had ever told in his life.
But if he doesn't leave now, he might find it difficult to escape.
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Author's Note: Fu Ming's Conjecture of Xiao Huaiyuan: Furious
In reality, Xiao Huaiyuan was furious.
Post-Wedding If Qixi Festival Mini-Drama
"Xiao Huaiyuan, you've really gone too far."
Fu Ming tucked the bright red wedding quilt under his chin to cover the countless bruises and marks on his neck.
After he lost his virginity, he became like an animal, pulling and dragging without stopping. Once he's fully recovered, I'll really hang him on the top of the Demon Palace and beat him up.
“Last night, it was clearly my senior brother who wanted it, and he even rode on my lap willingly…”
Xiao Huaiyuan's tone was steady and calm, just like when he usually read out announcements. But combined with his aggrieved words, it reminded Fu Ming of the miserable past when this man pretended to be weak and tricked him into bed. Wasn't he supposed to be on top this time?
"roll!"
A feather pillow was thrown straight at Xiao Huaiyuan's handsome face, and Fu Ming viciously slapped away the groping hand that reached for his chest.
"You listen to everything I say, but did you listen when I told you to stop?"
After listening, Xiao Huaiyuan said quietly, "Alright, I was wrong. I will definitely mend my ways this time."
"What? What do you want to do this time... umm."
Fu Ming finally achieved his wish of making Xiao Huaiyuan obey his every word, because Xiao Huaiyuan lost the opportunity to speak for the next three days.
Sometimes it's a scented handkerchief soaked in aphrodisiac, sometimes it's rough, mischievous fingers, and sometimes it's a small, intricately carved gold ball that keeps bouncing.
The spring night is long, and the red waves of the quilt are turned over.
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