Bing Nandong said after hearing this: "I once met your brother when I was blind. No matter what, Tianyunmen must know where his body is."
This statement was a bit strange, and Fan Zhiyi frowned, but Cen Jun was so bombarded with news one after another that he no longer noticed it.
Fan Zhiyi said, "My initial assumption is that we can't return to Tianyun Sect. Nandong, you and Cen Jun should find a safe place to wait for me. I'll come find you after I get the antidote. But my only concern is that Nandong will suffer from the poison before I get the antidote."
"My poison usually takes effect in the middle of the month, and I already asked the Sect Master for an antidote before leaving."
"How long have we been in the village?" Fan Zhiyi asked.
Cen Jun regained his composure and forced himself to calm down and follow the pace of Fan Zhiyi and the others: "Seven days, it's still early until the next mid-month."
Fan Zhiyi estimated the situation of his own cultivation level and the situation of fighting against the Tianyun Sect: "I'm sure we can make it in time. If not, please ask Master Jinwu to help find a way to relieve the onset of the poison. I will definitely come back with the antidote."
"I want to go with you," Bing Nandong said. "If you try to rob it openly, the antidote is in the hands of the Sect Leader. If he refuses to give it to you, there's nothing we can do about it. He can just keep dragging it out and use it to threaten you."
"I remember there's a spell called soul search?" Fan Zhiyi remembered seeing it in a novel. It could extract information from a person's memory, though it was a bit cruel, as it would likely cripple the person. But he didn't know how to do it, so he looked at Bing Nandong expectantly.
Bing Nandong stared at him speechlessly: "This is a sorcery. Why does Master think that this disciple can do it?"
Fan Zhiyi looked at Cen Jun, who immediately waved his hand: "Master, I don't know how to do that either!"
Well, it's no wonder that his disciples are so upright. Fan Zhiyi wanted to cry but couldn't. Sometimes he really wished his moral bottom line was a little lower, and being a villain would be fine.
Bing Nandong said, "We can put on a show and trick the antidote out first, then give it to Jin Wu. He might be able to make an identical one. After we get the antidote, we'll leave Tianyunmen."
This plan is the best solution for these two old, weak and disabled people. The less they have to do, the better. Fan Zhiyi's hand is still disabled.
But for Mr. Cen, if he leaves Tianyunmen, can he still complete his mission successfully?
Screw his dad's mission. Why is he still doing his job so diligently when the system has broken down and gone on strike at this juncture? Besides, Young Master Zhuang has given him so many spirit stones, it will be no problem for him to live a carefree life in this world.
"Mr. Cen, please don't go back to Tianyunmen with us for now. Instead, stay with Master Jinwu." Fan Zhiyi discussed.
"No!" Cen Jun said anxiously after hearing this, "Master, I... I have an unavoidable reason and must go back to Tianyun Sect today."
Bing Nandong raised his eyes to look at him: "Explain your reasons clearly."
Cen Jun opened his mouth, then drooped his head in frustration: "Sorry, I can't say."
"Then I'll follow Master's arrangements." Bing Nandong didn't give him a chance to refuse.
Fan Zhiyi thought about it and finally compromised: "Why don't we go back together? If we don't let Cen Jun go with us now, he might find a way to sneak out halfway. Instead of that, it would be safer for him to go with us." Running away halfway, this seems like something a unique protagonist would do.
Bing Nandong fell silent, clearly disagreeing. However, Cen Jun smiled at Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong and said, "I won't cause any trouble for my senior brother and master."
The plan was made and they could have set off immediately, but thinking about Jin Wu's words that he must see Bing Nandong when he woke up, and considering that he had saved his life, Fan Zhiyi decided to wait. Bing Nandong then directly sent a message to Jin Wu without any hesitation.
Not long after, he appeared in front of the three of them. Seeing Bing Nandong, he smiled and greeted: "Long time no see, Nandong."
"It's been ten years. If you have anything to say, just say it. Master and I have some serious business to attend to."
Jin Wu smiled and said, "Your personality seems to change but it doesn't. I came here to ask you one last time, Nan Dong. After we get the antidote, will you come with me to Youshan Temple?"
"No."
“Even if the road ahead is bumpy, won’t your dreams come true?”
"Success or not depends on me." Bing Nandong looked at Jin Wu without any fear, without any intention of giving in.
Jinwu sighed, "I knew this would be the answer, Nandong."
"Jinwu, thank you in any case. But it's best for you not to get involved with me anymore. Youshan Temple has been low-key and hidden in the world of immortal cultivation for many years. Don't change all this."
"The world of immortal cultivation." Jin Wu smiled and shook his head. "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. But Nan Dong, as long as you remain yourself, we will always be friends. This letter..." Jin Wu thought for a moment and handed it to Fan Zhiyi. "Please keep it, benefactor. If you need me in the future, you can come to Youshan Temple to find me. Nan Dong can find the place. Then just give this letter to the guard and he will let you in."
Fan Zhiyi was a little surprised, but since Jin Wu had said so, Fan Zhiyi felt that it would not be a disadvantage to have a way out, so he accepted it: "Thank you, Master."
After Fan Zhiyi finished speaking, he found that Jin Wu was still looking at him. His eyes were compassionate, but seemed to penetrate him and go straight to his soul. Fan Zhiyi frowned slightly. He always felt that this feeling of being seen through by Jin Wu was very familiar.
Jin Wudao said: "Donor, Miss Ayu has completed her merits and passed away."
Fan Zhiyi's brows furrowed more and more: "A Yu?" Who is this?
Jin Wu smiled but said nothing more: "Can the donor give me something?"
"Master, what do you need?" Fan Zhiyi was penniless, with nothing except what Young Master Zhuang had just thanked him for.
"Whatever you want, even a spirit stone will do."
This is simple. Fan Zhiyi winked at Cen Jun, and Cen Jun took out a spirit stone. Jin Wu accepted it and said, "I have a question. I would like to discuss it with you privately."
After hearing this, Fan Zhiyi followed Jin Wu and walked a little further away. "Master, I know you. Do you know anything that can help me solve my doubts?"
Jin Wudao said, "You will naturally get the answer to what you need to know in the future. Or, don't you already have the answer in your heart?"
Did he have an answer? Fan Zhiyi didn't know, and he didn't want to think about it now.
"The current situation is not good for you. If you are forced to do so, you will have to give up Nandong..."
"There won't be such a time." He almost risked his life for Bing Nandong when he was at the yin-yang junction of the village. He didn't give up on him then, so it's even more impossible for him to give up later. "No matter what he becomes, I will hold on to him. I want him to live."
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