"The news about the inner field is not known yet. It should be released after the outer field is finished."
Xuansheng finished a long paragraph, then took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and continued, "Now, let me tell you about a few important opponents. If you encounter them, avoid them immediately if possible."
"The first is Luo Fanyin, the only direct disciple of the founder of the Kunlun Realm's Yanshen Sect. In such a unique environment, she has a huge advantage as a sound cultivator. Moreover, according to what I learned a few years ago, she is now almost at the late Nascent Soul stage, making her a very strong and formidable opponent."
"The second is Lu Qingwu, the only direct disciple of the master of the Eight Desolations Sect in the Void Realm. The Eight Desolations Sect is similar to our Xuantian Sect, with all its disciples being sword cultivators. Lu Qingwu is the most talented sword cultivator among the Eight Desolations Sect, or rather, the younger generation of proud disciples in the Void Realm. I heard he even realized his own sword intent."
"And then..."
At this moment, Xiao Eleven suddenly reacted in Shen Sui's mind. It made several buzzing sounds. Before Shen Sui could ask it what happened, a memory was inexplicably stuffed into her mind.
This seems to be... Zhou Yixing's memory?!
"I don't want to go back to the sect at all," Zhou Yixing closed his eyes. "If I go back, I'll be bullied by those outer disciples."
"But we still have to go back, right?" said a man wearing the same clothes as Zhou Yixing.
"Sometimes I really hate myself for not being talented enough. My parents also wrote to me recently, asking me to get promoted to an inner disciple as soon as possible. The offerings I sent back to them are too little, not enough for them to squander." Zhou Yixing sighed softly, his eyes full of boredom.
"You're sending your offerings to them? Then what are you cultivating for? Besides, in our world of immortal cultivation, we can live happily in the human world with just a few low-grade spirit stones. Isn't that enough?" The companion asked in confusion.
Zhou Yixing shook his head dejectedly. "I don't know what they're doing either. I heard my younger brother recently awakened his spiritual roots. They're a bit better than mine, a single-line medium-level spiritual root. But my parents couldn't bear to see him come to the sect so early, so they let him stay home."
"No way, the monthly offerings you send home are all used by your brother," the companion said in disbelief. "If you had used your offerings wisely, you would definitely be more powerful than you are now."
Zhou Yixing said painfully: "No, it's because my talent is too poor. I'm not as good as my brother."
"I really don't understand. What are you going to do?" Seeing this, his companion could only change the subject.
"I don't know, but I really want to be as powerful as Uncle Li Ze." Zhou Yixing murmured.
The companion shrugged and said, "That's impossible. Senior Master Li Ze has a single-line, top-grade spiritual root. But it's still possible to daydream."
Zhou Yixing smiled bitterly.
At this moment, the memory scene turned again, and the companion couldn't help complaining: "I really don't know what happened here, the plague is really terrible!"
"You go to the village, I'll go to the other side." Zhou Yixing said hurriedly.
So the two of them separated and treated the patients with plague in the village.
Just as Zhou Yixing finished treating the last patient, the patient pulled him aside and said, "You must be an immortal."
Zhou Yixing hesitated for a moment and nodded.
The patient handed Zhou Yixing a thin book and said, "I don't have anything else to repay you with, except this book I found by chance in the mountains. I know only immortals can cultivate this book, and I was wondering if I could exchange it for some money. I didn't expect... to have a connection with you, an immortal."
Zhou Yixing wanted to refuse, but the patient waved his hand and walked away.
Zhou Yixing lowered his head to look at the book of martial arts.
Soul Condensation Technique
This seems to be a book of exercises that can be used to cultivate the soul, and it is indeed something he can use.
As for the martial arts, Zhou Yixing knew very well that only those who became inner disciples were qualified to practice them. He suppressed his excitement, but he didn't expect that he would stumble upon this opportunity by accident.
He almost couldn't wait to open the book, but then an accident happened.
When he began to read the first sentence in the book, he felt a little pain in his head, as if something had drilled into his mind. When he read the fifth sentence, he felt as if his soul was being gnawed by something.
He realized something was wrong and wanted to stop, but his body seemed out of his control. His eyes moved down involuntarily and his gaze glanced downwards.
He began to despair, because he felt that thing was like the most stubborn mud that was swallowing up his soul bit by bit. He couldn't even cry for help and could only watch himself sink into endless darkness.
"Zhou Yixing, why are you standing here like that?"
His companion's voice gave him hope. He immediately opened his mouth to call for help, but found no sound coming out. Then, to his horror, he discovered that he, Zhou Yixing, grinned at his companion and then spoke, saying something he hadn't intended to say: "Nothing. I was just wondering why the plague had broken out in the village."
Even Zhou Yixing's tone is exactly the same as his!!!
But this is not right, this is not right at all!
This is not him!
He wanted to alert his companions, but his neck seemed to be strangled by an invisible string, making him unable to make any sound, and his soul seemed to be constantly devoured and bitten by thousands of ants and insects, falling into darkness.
No one noticed anything wrong with him.
"Damn it," Shen Sui cursed softly, "It's so weird, playing with the ball after just a few words."
"What are you talking about?" Shen Xinglan, who was pouring the fruit wine, looked at her puzzledly.
Chen Sui: “…”
Damn, she can’t even say it, she’s so miserable.
Chen Sui's expression was stiff: "Nothing, I was just wondering what to do with the outer field of the Immortal Discussion Conference when the time comes."
"What else can we do?" Shen Xinglan handed the Hundred Fruit Wine to Shen Sui. "Of course, participation is what's important."
Chen Sui lowered his eyes and took the Hundred Fruit Wine: "Senior Brother is right."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Sui drank the Hundred Fruit Wine in his hand, while Shen Xinglan took a sip of the Hundred Fruit Wine he poured for himself: "I still can't get used to it. The taste of wine cannot be ignored in the fruit flavor. It smells very mellow."
"Brother, you must have felt very disappointed when you really drank for the first time, right?" Shen Sui asked suddenly.
"Well, not too much, although it's a little different from what I imagined." Shen Xinglan played with the cup in his hand, thought for a while, and said.
The light in Shen Sui's eyes flickered slightly: "Really? Then I'm disappointed."
"Well, of course there is," Shen Xinglan looked up at her, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"Nothing," Shen Sui shook his head, a slight smile on his lips, "I was just thinking, I hope I won't let my senior brother down in the future."
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