In Jianghai Hotel, Yuwen Xuan lay on the elegant and luxurious bed, moaning softly, like a wandering ghost.

The room was dark, with four butter lamps lit in the corner and the smell of incense wafting away.

These burning Tibetan incense sticks are priceless, containing snow lotus, gold, silver, musk... condensed from various natural treasures, and combined with ancient secret methods, they can calm the mind and dispel evil spirits.

"Master, you're awake!"

In the corner, Huyan Jian, who was adding incense, heard the call, and quickly put down the work in his hands and came to Yuwen Xuan's bed.

He finally let go of his worries.

Being possessed by the devil is extremely terrifying. Once a Grandmaster is possessed by the devil, the consequences will be disastrous. It is possible that he will fall into a deep sleep for more than ten years.

But fortunately.

Yuwen Xuan recovered faster than expected.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

Yuwen Xuan closed his eyes, sniffed the incense in the air, and asked, "How much calming incense did you light?"

"Almost a day, Master."

Hu Yanjian responded softly: "After I came back, I immediately lit some incense for you. The calming incense you collected has all been burned out..."

"It's burnt out..."

When Yuwen Xuan heard this, he sighed heavily.

He had purchased these calming incense sticks at great expense in his early years. There were eighty-nine of them in total, and each one could easily reverse the serious illness of incantation. Their value was immeasurable.

He has always treasured it, and to this day, he has only lit two incense sticks himself...

But now, to save my life.

But it was all burned out overnight before I woke up.

This shows how serious his obsession is this time.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Xuan's aura became even weaker, his face was as pale as silk, and he sighed heavily: "I lost this battle... I lost..."

The heavy tone was filled with deep regret.

"master?"

Hu Yanjian knelt beside the bed and heard Yuwen Xuan's depression, so he tried to comfort him: "Didn't you say that victory or defeat is just a passing cloud? Why are you so depressed now?"

"Haha, it's just a passing cloud... Disciple, you don't understand..."

Yuwen Xuan smiled self-deprecatingly and opened his eyes: "My realm has dropped drastically and I have fallen back to the middle stage of the Grandmaster. What's more important is... my character has been damaged. There is no possibility of recovery in this life!"

The words fell.

Hu Yanjian was instantly shocked, his eyes widened, "How could this happen!?"

You know.

Cultivation is all about striving for enlightenment, which is an endless process.

People like Yuwen Xuan would pursue the truth throughout their lives and give their all to become a master.

But now.

Yuwen Xuan's realm has not advanced...

What's the difference between that and killing him? "Yes, disciple, it's very cruel... I really regret it now."

Yuwen Xuan propped himself up with difficulty, looked at the neon night scene outside the window and said: "I shouldn't have come to Jianghai City... If I hadn't come to see Jianghai Sword God... I wouldn't have been provoked by his clone, and how could I have ended up like this!"

"puff!"

Before he could finish his words, Yuwen Xuan spat out another mouthful of blood, instantly staining the silk sheets red.

"master!"

Huyan Jian's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly grabbed Yuwen Xuan's arm, injecting star power into him to help him calm down.

However, you won’t know until you explore, and once you explore you’ll be shocked.

now.

The aura in Yuwen Xuan's body was abnormally disordered, and his star energy was chaotic.

Where is the breath of life? He woke up.

It's just a flash of light!

"Don't waste your time, disciple."

Yuwen Xuan shook his head and lay down again: "Master is destined to leave."

"No... I won't, Master."

Huyan Jian's eyes instantly turned red when he heard that. He grabbed Yuwen Xuan's hand, and the burly, rough man burst into tears.

Boom! The vast star power brewed and madly poured into his master's body, like rain falling on dead wood, but it had no effect at all.

"Listen to me, disciple! I know your situation better than you do."

Yuwen Xuan coughed a few times, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: "Master woke up this time to ask you to promise one thing, otherwise Master will never rest in peace in the underworld."

"Master...Master, please tell me."

Hu Yanjian knelt on the ground sobbing.

Thanks to Yuwen Xuan's recognition and kindness, I am where I am today.

Now is the time to repay, he will not hesitate to go through fire and water!

Hearing this.

Yuwen Xuan nodded slightly, looked toward the ceiling and whispered:

"Disciple... I, your master, will stop here and will never catch up with Jianghai Sword God. But you are different...

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Your talent far exceeds that of my teacher. As long as you stay calm, you will definitely surpass Jianghai Sword God in a hundred years."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Hu Yanjian and spoke sternly, word by word:

"I want you to cut off the Sword God's head with your own hands, and then crush his disciples to pieces, eradicate the roots, and sever all inheritance!"

The words fell.

Resentment and jealousy.

The air was filled with murderous intent, and the temperature in the entire room suddenly dropped.

"Yes, Master!"

Huyan Jian nodded and looked at Yuwen Xuan, hatred surging in his eyes.

"Very good, disciple. This will make me feel relieved."

"Take my ashes back to the prairie. I will protect you from heaven..."

Before he finished speaking, the life in Yuwen Xuan's eyes dimmed, and the last breath disappeared, but a relieved smile was on the corner of his mouth.

At this point, the sword master passed away.

"master!"

Huyan Jian burst into tears and fell in front of Yuwen Xuan's bed to mourn. His miserable cries echoed in the room.

After a full while.

He raised his head and looked at the night view of the river and sea outside the window.

The overwhelming hatred burned in his eyes.

"Jianghai Sword God, in the future I, Huyan Jian, will break your bones and eat your flesh and blood to comfort my master's spirit in heaven!!!"

………….. “A-choo!”

In the library, Qin Yang was touching a fish when he suddenly sneezed. He quickly took out a tissue to wipe his nose, feeling a little puzzled.

Why did you sneeze for no reason?

Could it be that someone is thinking about me? Qin Yang snorted and frowned slightly. He had just dropped Xiaobai off at home today.

Could it be that this little girl is scolding me? "Forget it, never mind, I'll deal with her when I get back."

Qin Yang shook his head, threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can, and then continued to comprehend the Xuantian Dan Sutra in his mind.

This is a book that is the crystallization of the wisdom of ancient alchemists in alchemy. There are countless secret recipes for elixirs in it, and there are even top-grade elixirs that can directly help break through the Grandmaster realm! It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a living dead, with flesh and bones.

but!

Having a recipe is one thing, but the ingredients are another.

Qin Yang had checked on his mobile phone before and found out that the medicinal materials used to refine these pills are extremely rare, and even out of stock.

And I just recently passed the probation period and became a full-time employee of the library.

It was not easy to successfully advance from a salary of three thousand to four thousand five hundred.

Where can I find the spare money to buy materials?

"Alas, even a good cook cannot cook without rice..."

Qin Yang sighed helplessly.

At this moment, he turned his head and saw Xia He coming towards him, shouting excitedly:

"Good things are coming, Lao Qin! That grassland old man is dead!"

(End of this chapter)