Chapter 8 Pain Follows Me Like a Shadow
Yin Huan's expression at this moment was similar to hers, even more ashamed and angry than she was just now.
Hearing Yan Weiwan's teasing, Yin Huan quickly signaled her to shut up.
"I didn't! I really got ripped off."
As she spoke, she lowered her head, waving her hands in front of her, looking helpless.
Yan Weiwan looked like he understood, “I understand, I understand, I understand everything. No need to say more.”
Bai Yunshu was collecting the books while comforting himself in his heart.
Fortunately, she was wearing a veil, so others couldn't see her expression and couldn't recognize her.
When she was recruiting disciples, she said that she was their senior sister.
Bai Yunshu's face doesn't look very good now.
Mortals always like to write about things beyond their own knowledge. Enemies can be written as lovers, and rivals can be written as relatives.
Over the past five hundred years, I don’t know how many times the story in the vernacular novel has changed and gone through several versions.
The only thing that hasn't changed is probably the ending.
If there is a happy ending, it seems not bad to live in the story.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Geng Jihuan collected the list and waved his hand.
A staircase appeared behind her, leading straight to the sky.
There is no protection next to the stairs, and the ladder is connected to the gate of Xuanying Sect.
"Stand up."
She gave instructions, and the disciples obeyed and stood on the steps.
"Don't scare people."
Bai Yunshu noticed Geng Jihuan's smirk and signaled her to take it easy.
"Don't worry, I know what's going on."
The stairs went up slowly. The disciples were still curious and stood still, talking about the scenery below.
The houses that were seen before turned into a small dot, and the Immortal Stone could no longer be seen.
Just when we were getting excited, the stairs stopped.
Bai Yunshu rides on the clouds, Geng Jihuan rides on the sword, each on one side.
"Alright, my dear disciples, the first level of the test is here. We will be waiting for you at the end of the stairs. There you can receive the introductory disciple uniforms. Once you step onto the stairs, there will be no turning back. The stairs are slowly disappearing. If you fall, you will be shattered to pieces and will have to start all over again from the womb. You must do your best."
Geng Jihuan's tone was full of laughter, which made the disciple in front of him pale.
Bai Yunshu was used to her bad taste, so he laid a net down to catch anyone who fell in.
"See you later, disciples."
She also left with those words and left on a cloud.
Geng Jihuan followed behind her, and the two figures, one in blue and one in red, left in an instant without any reluctance.
The remaining disciples looked at each other, looking at the endless ladder.
"Ah? They left us?"
"Broken to pieces? Is that serious?"
Someone pointed at the stairs behind him.
"The stairs behind are disappearing!"
Not far from them, the stairs became transparent and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yin Huan was the last one, and the stairs were about to disappear behind her.
"What are you still standing there for? Climb!"
Yan Weiwan shouted, and everyone climbed up in a panic, fearing that they would fall down if they were too late.
“Don’t squeeze me!”
"Ouch! How far is it? I can't climb anymore."
Complaints were inevitable along the way, but Yan Weiwan gritted his teeth and walked in front, leaving the people behind far behind.
Fortunately, her mother had trained her, so she still had the physical strength to climb stairs.
She looked back, and Yin Huan was still at the end.
There were too many people in front of her, and she wouldn't be able to get through unless they made way.
"Can you guys hurry up!"
She urged them on, and most of them moved forward obediently, but some of them stayed where they were, muttering that they really couldn't move forward anymore.
Yin Huan looked back from time to time.
It had dissipated to her heels.
There were no such trials before, and one could simply stand on the ladder to get up.
Is this a recent addition? Here...
Yin Huan took a look and then looked away, fear spreading from the bottom of his heart.
She clenched her fists and looked at the people blocking the way ahead.
"Can you be faster? I..."
Before she could finish her words, the stairs beneath her feet became transparent.
Yin Huan's eyes suddenly widened, a feeling of weightlessness came over him, and the wind whistled in his ears.
She fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.
"Hidden Joy!"
Yan Weiwan, who was at the front, spoke and watched her fall into the clouds and disappear.
The people on the stairs were in a panic, and several people fell down during the pushing and shoving.
"What are you doing! Don't rest! Climb quickly!"
Yan Weiwan urged, looking down, trying to find Yin Huan's figure.
No, nothing.
The people on the stairs didn't dare to breathe and climbed up with gritted teeth.
Potential is often greatest when faced with the fear of the unknown.
Yin Huan never heard Yan Weiwan calling her.
In just a moment, her heart was beating violently and fear was following her like a shadow.
She wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a word. Everything became blurry.
No! No! She didn't want to go through it again.
As the images overlapped, she saw the figure of Jiyue Qingfeng, riding a sword towards her from a distance.
At that time, I was standing at the edge of the devil's cave, drawing formations and pasting talismans.
She was filled with joy when she saw people coming.
"Master, is it dangerous to go down there? I've drawn the formation outside and pasted the talisman paper as you instructed."
She asked worriedly, but the person in front of her just smiled, shook his head, and touched her head to comfort her.
"No, there won't be any danger. Don't be afraid. I'll be back soon."
She naturally trusted her master's words unconditionally.
She nodded heavily and took two steps forward to observe the situation inside.
There are thousands of demons roaring below. If anyone goes down alive, he will be torn into pieces by the demons.
"Master! You..."
be safe.
Before she could finish her words, she felt a force at her waist, pushing her down when she was completely defenseless.
She turned around in disbelief, with a hint of surprise and disappointment in her eyes.
As far as she could see, she saw that arrogant man standing at the edge of the devil's cave, watching her fall straight down.
She was caught, torn and eaten by the demons.
The pain was engraved in her bones, making her tremble uncontrollably.
She reached out to grab something, but it was in vain.
"No, no, Master! Why? You clearly said there was no danger!"
"The Demon King has descended upon the world, and he needs the Way of Common Life to suppress him. This battle has caused heavy losses. Ning Zhu, I'm sorry."
Her eyes were cold, and she left after saying just that.
Looking at that figure from behind, she found it hard to accept and couldn't help shedding tears from the corners of her eyes.
"So, all that gentleness was just an illusion? You were just trying to cultivate a tool?"
She screamed in the devil's cave, but no one answered her.
The sharp claws pierced through her chest, and she watched as her inner core was crushed, and the pain like burning fire enveloped her.
She watched as her bones were being eaten, and even her soul was torn to pieces by those black claws.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
Despair drowns people like a tide. Every inch and every strand of their body is suffering. There is no escape from the torture, and only endless darkness remains.
She couldn't die just by asking for it, she was trapped inside.
Her soul will slowly reassemble, and when she regains consciousness, it will be torn apart by the demons again, endlessly.
As long as she wakes up, she will have to endure the pain, watch herself being destroyed, and experience everything again.
She naturally didn't remember how long she endured the pain, after all, she was the only one there.
She was alone.
Trapped for a long, long time.
.......
On the Shuangdu tree at the entrance of Xuanying Sect, Bai Yunshu was sitting on the trunk, with his natal spirit flute against his lips, playing it leisurely.
The magical flute is crystal clear all over, with a slender and elegant body, a tail that gradually turns blue-purple, iris branches wrapped around it, and bell tassels hanging at the back.
With jade fingers lightly opened, sitting alone, the sound of the flute is melodious, lingering and sad, with a hint of sadness and attachment.
When Geng Jihuan was listening attentively, Bai Yunshu closed his eyes and put down the flute from his lips.
"Some people have been caught, quite a lot of them."
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