"You don't have to feel sorry for me. There is more than one cultivation illusion in the Holy Court. Each one has its own mysteries. The benefits I get from other illusions may not be weaker than this Holy Soul Illusion." Seeing Mu Hanyan's disappointment, Ye Lanxuan could easily guess what she was thinking. He was secretly moved and said gently.
Mu Hanyan finally felt relieved. After thinking about it, it made sense. Ye Lanxun was able to achieve such a high level of cultivation at such a young age. In addition to his extraordinary talent, he naturally had opportunities that ordinary people only dreamed of. There was no need for her to feel sorry for him.
"By the way, my uncle also has his own Saint Sword Path, so he can't go either?" Mu Hanyan suddenly thought of Yue Fanchen and said anxiously.
She had heard Jian Wuchen say that the powerful and mysterious woman, who was her predecessor in the eighth reincarnation, had left a sword soul in this holy soul illusion. She was counting on this sword soul and her own divine blood to repair his foundation. If he couldn't go, wouldn't he miss a godsend opportunity?
"Uncle?" Ye Lanxuan was slightly startled, then realized she was talking about Yue Fanchen. She smiled and said, "His swordsmanship can't be considered a true swordsmanship. You'll understand when you reach the Saint level in the future."
Mu Hanyan finally felt relieved. As for why she only understood it after becoming a Sword Saint, she didn't ask any further questions. In the way of cultivation, some things must be comprehended by one's own perception.
Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan felt a little depressed again. In her previous life, she was a master of the Sword Saint realm. Unfortunately, she died inexplicably just after being promoted. She didn't even have the time to feel the difference of the Sword Saint realm. She was probably the most unlucky Sword Saint throughout history.
"Okay, go and rest quickly. I will send you to the Holy Soul Illusionary Realm early tomorrow morning." Ye Lanxuan patted Mu Hanyan's shoulder, stood up and said.
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"The Holy Soul Illusion is open, the Holy Soul Illusion is open!" At the same time, on the Shenlao Peak, Han Yutang looked at the strange lights rising into the sky outside the window, and said with a crying voice and gritted teeth.
Originally, he also had the opportunity to go to the Holy Soul Illusion to comprehend the sword soul of the strong. That was also his greatest wish, but after being injured like this, he naturally had no hope at all.
At this time, Han Yutang was sitting in a wooden barrel, his whole body soaked in boiling medicinal liquid, just like a boiled crab.
Thanks to the nourishment of this precious medicinal liquid, his nearly shattered limbs and severely damaged internal organs were completely healed, leaving no hidden dangers behind. He was even stronger than the average practitioner. Although sword cultivation focuses more on internal energy cultivation, once one's strength reaches a certain level, a stronger body can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Of course, this is meaningless to him. His Qi Sea is completely destroyed. No matter how strong his body is, it is of no use.
"Master, please save me and think of another way. I also want to go to the Holy Soul Illusion Realm. I also want to go." Han Yutang pleaded with tears in his eyes.
"Oh." Ao Fangchen sighed deeply.
Although the Holy Soul Illusion only restricts those Saint-level masters who already possess their own sword skills, there are not many restrictions on others. It doesn't matter if the strength is a little weaker, but no matter how weak it is, it can't be so weak that there is no cultivation at all. After all, the power of heaven and earth in the illusion is extremely condensed, and it is simply not something that ordinary people can withstand.
"Master..." Seeing Ao Fangchen sighing silently, Han Yutang's heart felt like it was falling into an icy valley, and he let out a desperate cry.
"Yutang, you should heal your wounds first. There is more than one cultivation illusion in the Holy Court. There will be plenty of opportunities when you recover." Han Yutang said comfortingly.
"You lied to me, you have been lying to me all the time. My injury can't be cured at all. It can't be cured!" Han Yutang had heard similar consolations countless times in the past few days, but his hopes were dashed time and time again. This time, he finally realized that his injury would never be healed, and his spirit completely collapsed. While yelling madly, he rushed towards the wall naked.
"Yutang!" Ao Fangchen grabbed Han Yutang.
Although he has never liked this apprentice, they have been together for many years and have some feelings for each other. Seeing him end up like this, Ao Fangchen's eyes were filled with tears.
"Yutang, don't worry. Let your master think of a solution. We won't leave you alone. Your injury will be healed sooner or later." More than ten other old men also gathered around and advised him.
They were all elders from various peaks and valleys of the Holy Court. They had always been on good terms with Ao Fangchen, and some were even his juniors. This time, in order to treat Han Yutang's injuries, Ao Fangchen invited them all. Unfortunately, despite everyone's collective efforts, they could only heal his muscles, bones, and internal organs, but were powerless to treat the injury to his qi sea.
"You lied to me, you all lied to me." Han Yutang no longer believed their words and continued to yell like crazy. Suddenly, he thought of something, his eyes reddened, and he yelled hysterically again, "Mu Hanyan, it's all Mu Hanyan who has ruined me like this. I want to kill her, I want to kill her!"
As he roared, Han Yutang's eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Several old men were about to rescue him, but were stopped by Ao Fangchen: "Let him rest for a while, he will continue to go crazy after waking up."
When he said this, Ao Fangchen looked tired. He had been working very hard these days to help Han Yutang absorb the medicinal power and was already exhausted.
"Sigh, Mu Hanyan was too ruthless. Even if Yutang had done everything wrong, he shouldn't have been injured like this." An old man sighed as he looked at Han Yutang, whose face remained grim even in his coma. These people hadn't considered that if Han Yutang succeeded, Mu Hanyan and the others would be dead without a burial place. Therefore, double standards are truly disgusting.
"Elder Ao, now that Yutang has fallen into this state, are you really going to let Mu Hanyan go?" another old man asked unwillingly.
"If we let him go like this, how can we face the two elders Han and Lin after we die?" The other old men also said "indignantly". The two elders Han and Lin they were talking about were Han Yutang's grandfather and grandfather-in-law.
Although they are all old, they are all Ao Fangchen's juniors. Han Yutang's grandfather and grandfather-in-law were very kind to them in the past, so they have always treated him as their own junior. Seeing Han Yutang injured like this, while the instigator Mu Hanyan is still at ease, they are naturally unwilling to accept it.
Ao Fangchen's face turned ashen. When he was at the Holy Sword Peak that day, he wanted to beat Mu Hanyan into a cripple, but he had no choice but to have Jian Wuchen and Ye Lanxun backing her up, and the Holy Lord came out to smooth things over, so he could only return empty-handed.
He actually knew the Holy Lord's intention. Han Yutang was originally at fault in the Beast Soul Pool incident. For the sake of the Holy Court's overall interests, he would definitely not do anything to Mu Hanyan. He was simply using a tactic of procrastination.
If others hadn't said anything, he would probably have just swallowed his anger. After all, the other person was the Holy Lord. No matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't really break up with him. But now that everyone was bringing up the past, he couldn't save face again.
"Don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for Yu Tang." Ao Fangchen said gritting his teeth.
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