After returning from the main hall, Lu Fuyue entered her spatial realm to continue cultivating. Although she had reached the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, she was still too weak to face true experts.
Especially when she realized the location of the last string, her eagerness for cultivation reached its peak.
That place not only holds the last string of the earthen zither, but also her mother's clan, her master's family, and... the silver dragon she had encountered before...
In recent days, the Divine Soul Bead that Long Moyao left in her body has become increasingly active. In particular, this Divine Soul Bead seems to be closely related to him. Lu Fuyue can sense what the other party is doing from time to time, but he seems not to have noticed.
Whenever she cultivates, certain images flash through her mind.
A lone moon hung high in the dim night. Suddenly, a silver chain appeared and was pulled hard. A series of shrill screams rang out, and countless bloody heads rolled to the ground.
The owners of those heads were mostly far more powerful than her, not to mention the silver chain that resembled a demon. Even though she only caught a glimpse through some fragmented images, the oppressive aura of that powerful and terrifying presence still sent a chill down Lu Fuyue's spine.
For example, right now, Lu Fuyue had just closed her eyes and was about to cultivate when countless images seemed to appear in her mind across hundreds of thousands of miles of space and time.
A man in a moon-white robe leaned casually against the high platform of the empty hall, resting one hand on his temple as if he were closing his eyes to rest.
Below them knelt rows of cultivators covered in wounds and tattered clothes. They had horns on their heads, their bodies covered in black scales, and their entire bodies were bound by gleaming iron chains. Blood flowed freely from their various small wounds, and swords were held to their necks.
Even in this state, they still stared at the man on the high platform with extremely resentful eyes, cursing fiercely, "Dragon, you wiped out my entire race, you will die a horrible death and be condemned to eternal hell..."
"I curse you in my dragon form, that one day you will lose your love forever, your soul will be shattered, and you will die a horrible death, hahaha, a horrible death..."
...
The man on the platform opened his eyes and glanced indifferently at the people cursing him below. "You lowly snakes dare to call yourselves dragons? You don't think that having horns on your heads makes you dragons, do you?"
With a casual flick of his wrist, a silver chain about three meters long suddenly appeared in the blink of an eye. The chain twisted into a strange circle and tightly bound the necks of those people. Unable to breathe, they turned red in the face, widened their eyes, and raised their hands to try to pry the chain off.
Long Moyao watched these ants struggle with great interest. After a while, their breathing became weaker and weaker, and they gradually stopped struggling.
A hint of nonchalance flashed across his face, then he pulled hard with his hand, and the rustling sound of the chain rubbing against each other immediately echoed in the extremely quiet hall.
Ahhhh—
Large swaths of blood were spilled on the ground, and more than a dozen still-steaming heads with wide-open eyes rolled around on the ground.
Several stray dogs that had run in from outside the palace smelled the blood and ran in, picked up the bloody head from the ground, and ran outside.
A monk in black stepped forward. "Your Excellency, what should we do with these things?"
Long Moyao looked listless, toying with the silver chain in his hand. "Let's do it the same way."
But at that moment, as if sensing something, he suddenly looked up and gazed upwards, his eyes deep and dark, seemingly meeting Lu Fuyue's gaze through layers of space.
Lu Fuyue was startled by those eyes. She instinctively opened her eyes abruptly, and all the images shattered and disappeared into the air, along with those eyes.
She raised her hand and touched her chest; the divine soul bead left behind by the man was slightly warm.
At first, this situation was not very obvious. She could only sense one or two fragments occasionally. But as her cultivation level and time increased, she was able to sense more and more images of Long Moyao. Sometimes, she could even sense images of him bathing and cultivating.
On the other side, in the Immortal Realm.
Back in his bedchamber, the man recalled the feeling from just now, his eyes darkening slightly. At that moment, Linglingyi, who was crouching in the corner, cautiously asked, "Master, are you not planning to seduce Lu Fuyue?"
Long Moyao raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of ambiguity, "Isn't this my preparation for winning her over?"
001 asked doubtfully, "...Really? But if you don't get close to her, what if someone else beats you to it?"
"This is your last chance. If you fail to win us over again, we'll both die."
Long Moyao walked towards the bath, took off his clothes and threw them onto the carved shelf next to him, then entered the bath and let the warm water soak into his body. "Don't worry, it won't happen."
Seeing her master's unhurried demeanor, 001 became anxious. "Master, how many times have you said this before? But every time you've failed. This is your last mission, and your last chance."
"If the mission is not completed, we will all die."
No one knows how heartbreaking its life has been since it was bound to its owner.
The master accepted a total of 999 small world conquest missions. Every time he accepted a mission, he seemed to be confident of victory, but in reality, the missions always ended in failure.
Despite numerous attempts to woo the target, the master never even got close to her because she was face-blind and didn't even know what the person's face looked like, let alone succeed in winning her over.
On several occasions, he even called the names of his targets other women.
Fortunately, this master seems to have a different mission in this world.
Tianxuan Sect.
The mountains are shrouded in mist and clouds, exuding an ethereal aura.
Today is the day to depart for Yunzhou to participate in the cultivation competition. As the sect leader, Lu Zhengming will naturally go, while the law enforcement elder will guard the sect.
Each person can bring one person along on this trip. Lu Fuyue brought Jiang Li, which was a good opportunity for her to broaden her horizons.
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