When Bing Nandong came back, Fan Zhiyi had already finished his noodles and was squatting there teasing Xiao Hei with a simple cat toy. He held his cheek with one hand and raised the other hand high, causing Xiao Hei to jump left and right following his gestures.
Hearing the sound of him coming back, Xiao Hei immediately stopped playing with Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi withdrew his hand and looked at the excited kitten, muttering, "You little heartless cat." Then he stood up and stretched. "The noodles are in the pot. I'm going to sleep. I'm too tired today."
"Fan Zhiyi." Bing Nandong called his name, looking at him intently. His gaze occasionally revealed a depth that was completely inconsistent with his age, and that was the case now. "What are you and Zhuang Yujing going to do? Why did you come to the venue today?"
"It's not like we're going to do anything. Today's situation is purely a coincidence," Fan Zhiyi replied. Seeing that Bing Nandong seemed unconvinced, he told him everything that had happened since his meeting with Zhuang Yujing last night. He also mentioned Murong Xiao's plan to persecute Bing Nandong. "So, we're actually rushing to tell you today, so you don't fall into Murong Xiao's trap."
Bing Nandong took the porcelain bottle that Fan Zhiyi handed to him and just glanced at it casually before ignoring it: "So you went out last night to see Zhuang Yujing."
"Hmm, what else can I do? I can't remember anyone else, I only know you guys, and He An has saved us before, so it doesn't feel good to refuse directly."
Bing Nandong didn't say anything, and Fan Zhiyi didn't know what to say, so for a moment, there was a strange silence between the two of them, which was a bit awkward.
Fan Zhiyi lowered his head and stared at his toes, not looking into Bing Nandong's eyes. He felt uncomfortable, but he finally held back and said, "I'll go back first."
"You, don't you have anything to ask?" Bing Nandong glanced away and asked casually, full of temptation.
Fan Zhiyi: "...you won't tell me even if I ask you."
"I don't know if you heard what Qin Qianchi said at the time, but this competition is indeed not an ordinary competition. It is designed to select candidates to seal the Ghost Gate."
Fan Zhiyi didn't understand why Bing Nandong was suddenly willing to talk to him. People's thoughts have always been difficult to guess, especially Bing Nandong.
So Fan Zhiyi put aside his thoughts for the moment and followed Bing Nandong's words to sort out the matter first: "So, what exactly is the Ghost Gate you are talking about?"
I still remember that Zhuang Yujing also mentioned the Ghost Gate and so on. I should have asked Zhuang Yujing in advance.
"The Ghost Gate suddenly appeared one day, connecting the ghost and human worlds, one yin and one yang, separated by the Ghost Gate. Once the Ghost Gate opened, countless ghosts floated in, reversing yin and yang, causing endless harm. And the intersection of yin and yang that we entered at the Xue residence at that time could easily have directly formed another Ghost Gate, causing disaster."
Fan Zhiyi was silent for a moment, thinking back to what he had heard. "So, the Ghost Gate has actually already formed, so you're needed to seal it. But there are many people with higher cultivation than you, so why do you need to seal the Ghost Gate?"
Bing Nandong pursed his lips. Fan Zhiyi saw through his thoughts: "Can't tell? Then let me change the question." After a pause, "It seems there is nothing else to ask. Let's take a rest."
Fan Zhiyi couldn't explain why he was so angry. He just felt that his body was no longer his own when he saw Bing Nandong dying today. Even though he knew there was nothing he could do to help, he still rushed forward like a fool, thinking about what he wanted to do.
Was I too impulsive? Even Wu Bo, Lu Changfu, and even Zhuang Yujing hadn't said anything. They all knew Bing Nandong would win, but I was the only one who knew nothing.
But leaving Zhuang Yujing aside, the expressions of the others were still very strange.
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After a while of struggling between his conscience and his desires, Fan Zhiyi came to the conclusion: After all, it was not his business, so he would just wait patiently for Bai Bai to come back to find him.
But what if Baibai didn't come back after he died and just left him in this world?
Fan Zhiyi doesn't like to rely on others. This makes him feel that the changes are too great and he feels very insecure.
Suddenly, he felt a moment of confusion, and began to think about what he should do next. Could it be that he really had to live in Tianyunmen every day and wait for death? It didn't seem to be a bad thing, but if Bing Nandong...
There aren't so many ifs. I can't help anyway.
Fan Zhiyi began to regret his impulsiveness today. What if other people suspected that he had taken over someone else's body? He should have thought more about himself.
"We were chosen from childhood," Bing Nandong recounted calmly. "We learn more powerful techniques and undergo more arduous training than other disciples. Every few years, we compete to rank our disciples. Finally, on the Double Tenth anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the most qualified disciples are selected. Their latent power is unleashed through secret techniques, and they are then sealed with their own bodies to seal the only remaining Ghost Gate."
Fan Zhiyi frowned as he listened. "Another exchange of one life for the lives of countless people?" It was a classic plot in immortal cultivation literature. "But for the immortal cultivation world, this isn't the first time a ghost gate has appeared. How can we guarantee that this method will be effective?"
Bing Nandong shook his head: "It remains to be verified, but someone has to do it."
"Aren't we just using you as guinea pigs? Since we think this method is feasible, why don't those people with high cultivation and high power give it a try? Why should we let you..." Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but get angry. He didn't agree with this approach.
"Fan Zhiyi, I have to go. I owe it to them." Bing Nandong's tone was very serious. "There is no absolutely perfect method. This is our own choice."
"..." Fan Zhiyi's chest was still heaving with anger. He felt that he hadn't been this angry for a long time. What a ridiculous setting! Why should so many people's lives be tied to one person?
"Just like you feel now, some sects don't agree with this plan and therefore haven't joined. Jiuwanli is one of them. The Ghost Gate is now known to the world of immortal cultivation, but each sect has claimed to have it under control. Therefore, the subsequent trial plan is confidential and must not be leaked. Zhuang Yujing must not be involved. Otherwise, not only will he be targeted by sects with ulterior motives, but the world of immortal cultivation will also be in chaos."
"They're probably afraid that leaking the information will bring shame to these sects, so they're putting the pressure on their children to do what they can't do themselves." Fan Zhiyi completely lost all favorability towards these sects. "But what does this have to do with the loss of life in today's competition?"
Speaking of this, Bing Nandong also shook his head: "I don't know why it is like this."
The heat in the kitchen has dissipated a lot, and I'm afraid that the noodles have been completely roasted and are no longer tasty.
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