Chapter 58 Memory
For three years, the cultivation world was at peace. The Zhao family, which had been completely purged, and the Li family, which had been purged, were no longer able to cause any trouble.
Three years later, Immortal Lord Wuqing emerged from seclusion with his disciples.
Qingjue secluded himself for three years not for any other reason than to prepare to unravel the truth behind the demonic fire and the scattered souls, and incidentally to improve his disciples' martial arts skills so that they could protect themselves.
Qing Jue studied all the unclaimed magical treasures he had recovered and remodeled the black bottle. He discovered that these unclaimed treasures were actually priceless, most of them being top-tier magical artifacts in the cultivation world, yet no one claimed them.
Taking this opportunity, a completely new container was created, not intended as a demon-slaying artifact, and Qingjue named it the White Bottle.
"..." Yan Shiqun twitched his lips and said, "I really don't know how you came up with the name 'Jie Zhoujian'."
Qingjue replied with a smile, "The name I used during the day was a flash of inspiration, proving our destiny."
Yan Shiqun felt that with his level of naming ability, he had basically given up on racking his brains.
That day, Qingjue made a point of meeting Elder Zhenling again.
He was the only one who knew his true identity.
That's the situation.
After listening to Qingjue's explanation with a serious expression, Qingzhenling said, "In other words, the original plot will be reflected no matter what."
"It's just my guess. After all, apart from the characters' life or death, everything else has changed. Nothing else has happened in these three years, which is theoretically unlikely, so I'm a little worried."
"Understood," Qing Zhenling said, playing Go with himself, his white pieces capturing black pieces. "Don't worry about the Qing family. I and the others are not just for show. Go ahead and do it."
"Thank you, Elder."
After all, he didn't know what would happen, so he could only offer warnings and advice.
In the original timeline, Immortal Lord Wu Qing died too early and did not experience the subsequent plot.
He seems to be doing quite well in the modern world. Well, given how indifferent he was in his original world, he probably didn't have many friends. A simple and peaceful life in another world is the best, which isn't bad at all.
On the other hand, Qingjue is now worried every day about what kind of plot-driven death might occur.
It's no longer the same mindset I had when I first transmigrated here, just to have some fun.
Emotions are a constraint.
It is the weakness of the strong.
After reminding Qingzhenling, Qingjue returned to his courtyard.
The moment he stepped into the courtyard, silver threads silently wrapped around his ankles, followed by a pre-arranged array. Behind him were hidden weapons, and in front of him were blazing flames on one side and a sharp sword light on the other.
With a flick of his folding fan, Qingjue gathered spiritual energy at the tip, dodged the hidden weapon, and then used his backhand to deflect the flames towards the sword light beside him. He then pulled out the silver thread from his body, gathered the Ten Thousand Mile Wind, and threw it straight out, accurately shattering the array eye not far away.
The whole process takes no more than a second.
"They're all pretty good, but they're still a bit too inexperienced to deal with me."
The Qingjue withdrew the wind from ten thousand miles away and opened the fan.
"Come out quickly."
Several children... ah, they're not children anymore.
Young people resembling the main characters emerged from the shadows. Ruan Linglai stuck out her tongue and said, "As expected, not even a single hair of Master's head could be harmed."
Aju whistled; "It's because we can't win head-on, so sneak attacks are useless after all."
Boys grow very fast at this age, and three years later, even the shortest one, Aju, was almost the same height as Qingjue.
Wen Tianyu is becoming more and more in control of his abilities, but he still needs to rely on the pendant to suppress them, otherwise he will be easily discovered. That eye is highly sought after in the cultivation world, and many people want it.
"You discovered the core of the formation so quickly. You truly deserve the title."
Jie put away the floating mist during the day and said, "Master, I have offended you."
Yan Shiqun hadn't been idle in the past three years, and his mastery of the Killing Qi Burning Fire had become even more superb, with better control over its power than before. But he certainly didn't hold back in that attack just now.
Qingjue is still so strong, and it feels even stronger than it was three years ago.
Most importantly, on the day he emerged from seclusion, he had regained all his memories from before his rebirth.
He told Qingjue and his fellow disciples all about his memories.
Yan Shiqun, the Blood Lotus incarnation nurtured by the former Demon Lord with his own blood, is indeed Yan Shiqun's father in both a physiological and psychological sense.
He was born with an extremely yin constitution, which is generally considered the best elixir for demons and ghosts to cultivate, and they all want to refine him into medicine.
However, he is also a Blood Fiend, with terrifyingly strong evil energy within him. He is born with the ability to use fire, and when his true form is revealed, no demon dares to approach within five meters of him.
This extremely yin and evil young master of the demonic sect strikes fear into the hearts of all kinds of demonic cultivators and ghosts.
His appearance was also an unexpected surprise for the former Demon Lord. His original intention was only to continue his lineage. After he became a demon, he severed all feelings and love, and it was no longer possible for him to have intercourse with women. That's why he used a forbidden technique that the immortals scorned.
Unexpectedly, the heavens and earth have eyes, and this has manifested as a rare occurrence, like a wild goose losing its flock.
His opinion was different.
From the initial continuation to the later growing strength of Yan Shiqun, he was like refining his own son.
Help him ascend to godhood.
Ruan Linglai felt distressed listening to this: "He's simply inhuman... That's his blood! Ayan is his own son, isn't he? How could he be so cruel?"
“It’s unethical, but theoretically it is,” Wen Tianyu said in a deep voice, “It’s definitely not human.”
Yan Shiqun was besieged by his own people, killed his own father, and became the new Demon Lord.
A few years later, the immortal sects seized the opportunity and, despite being severely injured, used an array to seal him and the other demonic cultivators inside Qianlun Mountain.
For demonic cultivators, being bound by formations is their greatest weakness. These kinds of spells are formless and intangible, and even burning fire cannot break them. Yan Shiqun is a pure demonic cultivator incarnation, and his abilities are extremely great.
Therefore, they mobilized a hundred men to form an array, and they targeted this vital point, aiming directly at Yan Shiqun.
Qingjue said, "The method of assassination is afraid of being controlled, which is reasonable."
Yan Shiqun gave him a speechless look and then continued.
He forcefully broke through the formation, annihilating most of the invaders, but was also forcibly destroyed by various underhanded tricks and hidden weapons.
His soul wandered for fifty years before finally overcoming a heavenly tribulation and being reborn.
"So, do you remember who your enemy is?" Qingjue asked. "What do you plan to do?"
"..." Yan Shiqun glanced at Qingjue, remained silent for a moment, and then closed his eyes.
Qingjue smiled bitterly: "...Could it be some kind of drama where the enemy is a member of the Qing family?"
It seems that Qing Jiujie's death occurred around the same time as the Qianlunshan Incident.
“No,” Yan Shiqun said, opening his eyes again, “the one who was in charge is already dead.”
“His name is Jieyou, isn’t it?” Jie Zhoujian’s voice came from behind. “If I’m not mistaken.”
“Not a single word is wrong,” Yan Shiqun turned around and said, “The head of the Xie family is the culprit behind the massacre of Qianlun Mountain.”
Qingjue: "..."
“There’s no need for that look. I’m not that hard to tell,” Yan Shiqun said. “I’m just curious what Master would do if he really took his anger out on Jie Zhoujian.”
Qingjue replied, "Protect him without harming you."
Yan Shiqun sneered and said, "I have a better way."
"oh?"
"My enemy is dead. Although I did not kill him with my own hands, the most urgent task is to return to Qianlun Mountain and break the seal."
Qingjue smiled with satisfaction: "You have an idea?"
Yan Shiqun pointed to the white bottle in Qingjue's hand and said, "Find him."
Qing Jiu Jie.
With the magic treasures we retrieved earlier, finding Qing Jiujie's scattered soul and demonic fire should be no problem.
As the last person to cross paths with Jieyou, Qingjiujie became the key to breaking the seal.
“It seems we have the same goal again,” Qingjue handed the white bottle to Jiezhoujian and said, “Follow me to dig three feet into the ground and gather the souls of Qing Jiujie.”
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