Chapter 4: Xie Xiyi, your sword has betrayed its master! How can we lead a disunited society?
"Brother, there's no movement from the Wanxiang Disk." A young man dressed in the attire of a Tianyan Sect inner disciple came to report, his tone tinged with worry, "I'm afraid Junior Brother Ling is in great danger."
Ling Tian remained silent. A few days ago, he had noticed signs of the protective magic weapon given to Ling Hezhou by the sect leader activating, and immediately realized something was wrong with Ling Hezhou. He acted decisively, gathering a team of disciples to retrieve Ling Hezhou's soul.
He did not make this matter known to everyone. After the sect leader was seriously injured and went into seclusion ten years ago, the situation in Tianyan Sect became complicated, and the accident of the young sect leader became something that needed to be carefully concealed.
And now that Wanxiang couldn't move, it also meant that Ling Hezhou's soul didn't last until they arrived.
This is the world of cultivation, where the law of the jungle is implemented to the fullest.
Ling Tian remained calm, even though Ling Hezhou was his junior brother since childhood. He said, "Even if I can't find his Yuan Po, I must find his physical body. I want to know who killed him."
A sect as large as theirs has some secret treasures that can trace back the scene before the death of a cultivator.
Although Ling Hezhou was a rookie, he had a lot of magical treasures and weapons with him, including more than one kind of protective magic weapon. He was not going to dangerous places like Beihuang and Wanqiongzhou, so how could his entire army be wiped out and only Ling Hezhou was left?
The news of Ling Hezhou's death made all the disciples on the flying boat a little depressed, and they finally arrived at Dongjingzhou a day later.
It took another half a day to reach the place where Ling Hezhou died.
When they arrived, they had already prepared for the bodies of Ling Hezhou's group to be eaten by wild beasts, but they did not expect to see some graves and tombstones here. The tombstones were simple, made of wood, but the names were clearly written on them.
One disciple said in surprise, "Someone has erected tombstones for them."
Ling Tian said nothing, took out the secret treasure and threw it at the place where the blood energy was most concentrated.
Soon, a scene emerged in the air. The details that Ling Hezhou and others had not seen clearly were extremely clear at this moment. The masked man in black did not even raise a finger. The mist on his body condensed into a string of rune-shaped objects that flew towards Ling Hezhou and others at an extremely fast speed, soaking into their bodies like a drop of water into the sea, and then they died in various forms.
During this process, no one showed any expression of pain. They just died in such an ordinary and cowardly way.
There was no fighting, no contest of spiritual power. Even when Ling Hezhou and the others saw the man, most of them did not react. They were doing their own things, some were tidying up their scabbards, some were chatting and laughing, and then the next second they were turned into corpses on the ground.
Although Ling Hezhou's spiritual roots were average and his cultivation depended entirely on natural resources and treasures, his reaction was much faster than others. However, under the absolute suppression of power, no matter how fast his reaction was, it was useless to struggle. Therefore, as soon as he picked up the sword, he followed in the footsteps of his fellow apprentices.
From beginning to end, the ghost-faced man did not take action himself. He stepped over the bloody wreckage, stood quietly for a while, and then left.
This scene was so shocking that everyone couldn't help but gasp, "What kind of weird magic is this? It's unheard of."
"Is this man a demon cultivator? But I don't sense any demonic energy from him."
"It's not demonic energy, nor is it spiritual power. There is no spiritual power fluctuation."
"Senior Brother Mo died tragically. This guy is so hateful. He had no grudges or hatred against them, but why did he do such a cruel thing? Didn't he see the disciples' uniforms on them? How dare he slaughter our Tianyan Sect disciples for no reason? How hateful!"
Ling Tian recorded this video into the recording bead with a heavy expression. Like Ling Hezhou, he could also feel that the ghost-faced man's cultivation was not very high, only at the sixth level of the Golden Core Realm. However, the methods he displayed were even more bizarre and unpredictable than those of the Nascent Soul Realm. He strangled all six Golden Core Realm cultivators as soon as he met them. This strength was obviously beyond the Golden Core Realm.
And he was very concerned about the killing methods he displayed. The black runes gave him a very ominous feeling.
After embarking on the path of cultivation, Ling Tian had become accustomed to separation. Even though the one who died now was Ling Hezhou, whom he treated as his own brother, he did not show any grief. He still calmly gave orders, "Digging up the bones of Junior Brother Mo and others and bringing them back to Tianyan Sect."
The news of Ling Hezhou's death could no longer be concealed, he wanted that man to die.
*
Ling Hezhou woke up in a daze, and after being stunned for a while, he was shocked to find that he was still conscious.
That man didn't kill him?
He looked around and found that he was no longer in the Soul Guardian Pearl, but in a lamp.
Soon, he discovered that there was more than one Yuanpo in the lamp, and several Yuanpo were floating in the blood-colored lamp oil.
"Hey, you're awake." A voice suddenly came from his ear. Ling Hezhou turned his head and saw a very handsome man. He also looked very familiar. He couldn't help swallowing and said hesitantly: "Are you Brother Qingming?"
The man was not surprised and said with a smile: "Yes, it's me. What a coincidence, you still remember me."
Ling Hezhou: "How could I not remember? Senior Brother Qingming, you won first place in the Immortal Alliance Competition last year!"
There was shock in his tone, "I remember that Senior Brother Qingming, you are already in the Nascent Soul stage, why are you here too?"
Qing Ming's smile faded, and he sighed, "It's a long story. I was seriously injured and that devil took advantage of me. It's a pity for my rare and top-grade spiritual roots. But you, a Jindan realm cultivator, were also favored by him. Your luck is as good as ever."
After Qingming said this, Ling Hezhou noticed that each of the Yuanpo in the blood pool was glowing with golden light. The golden light sank into the Dantian in the abdomen and automatically circulated, obviously they were all Yuanying bodies.
Ling Hezhou: "..."
He asked in disbelief, "Isn't that demon at the Golden Core stage? How could he capture so many Nascent Souls?"
His tone implied "Why are you such a waste?", which drew angry glances from those Nascent Soul bodies.
Qing Ming covered his mouth and said with a smile: "That devil has no moral principles and is using sneak attacks. Who can defend against him?"
Ling Hezhou said no more, and only asked in a low voice: "Why did that devil capture so many Yuanpo?"
Qing Ming exchanged information with him: "It seems to be used for cultivation."
Ling Hezhou was shocked. "Using the cultivator's soul to cultivate? This is unheard of. Even demonic cultivators don't have such a cultivation method."
Qing Ming shrugged, "Then I don't know. This devil picks out one Yuan Soul every day, and he has already picked out three."
Ling Hezhou choked up a bit and wailed, "What should I do? I don't want to die."
He thought of Chi Yu and felt sad. Chi Yu died because of him, and he didn't think the devil would let Chi Yu go.
If I had known this would happen, I should not have asked Chi Yu for help. Chi Yu was just a mortal, but he died because of him.
*
Chi Yu died once, and his age on the panel jumped from 17 to 16.
Chi Yu suddenly realized that he only had 18 lives. After turning 16, he had become even shorter. Fortunately, the robes he bought at Jinxiu Pavilion automatically fit the body's height curve, so even at a shorter height, the clothes still fit him well.
Chi Yu's original plan of going to the Wuyun Sect where Xie Xiyi was to practice steadily and conquer Xie Xiyi fell through, so he had to change his plan.
It is called a plan, but in fact it is just a last resort.
Chi Yu looked at the panel. After he beat him up and made a stack of chemistry test papers fall to the ground the day before yesterday, he realized that the system is like an old TV. It can still be used after some tinkering, but don't be too demanding of it. It's not some Long Aotian system.
So Chi Yu gave him another beating, in exchange for the ability to update Xie Xiyi's coordinates at any time.
He also got a function that allows him to check Xie Xiyi's favorability towards him. Now the favorability value is 0.
Chi Yu didn't notice this, it didn't mean anything to him now.
Although going back to the age of 15 had no effect on his memory, it had a huge physiological impact. Intellectually, he knew that the important thing now was to practice hard, but emotionally, he had a very strange impulse.
But he couldn't resist this physiological change, so he went in the direction where Xie Xiyi was.
Xie Xiyi was far away from him, and he could not use the various flying magic tools left to him by Ling Hezhou. The first level of Qi training was too low. Strictly speaking, it was not even the threshold for entering the practice. It could only be said that his body was slightly better than that of an ordinary person.
So Chi Yu could only travel on foot—needless to ask, couldn't he take a carriage? In the world of cultivation, mounts were all spiritual beasts, and there weren't any of these in this small, remote town. Even renting one was impossible.
Chi Yu traveled day and night, and finally saw Brother Fu traveling. With the help of his eloquence, he got a spiritual beast mount and finally reached Xie Xiyi's coordinates within two days.
Xie Xiyi's coordinates are located in a beautiful mountain. As soon as Chi Yu stepped into this land, he noticed something strange - it was too quiet, so quiet that not even the sound of insects could be heard.
He lowered his head and saw large groups of black ants crawling out. The ants in the world of cultivation were much larger and had very sharp mouthparts, so they should be carnivorous. But now that Chi Yu was standing in front of them, they turned a blind eye and fled in panic.
Chi Yu's heart was beating so hard that it almost jumped out of his throat, but he didn't feel scared at all.
He walked into the woods with big strides.
The panel appeared and the map became very detailed, marking the distance between him and Xie Xiyi, and the fastest route between the two.
In such a dense forest, there would normally be many wild animals, but now it is very quiet and silent. If it were not for the lush greenery of the forest, anyone would think it is a dead place.
The distance between them is getting closer and closer.
When they were more than a thousand meters away, Chi Yu suddenly stopped and saw a jade-white sword hanging in the air.
Chi Yu opened his eyes wide, and before he could react, the jade-white spine sword flew towards him.
Chi Yu closed his eyes resignedly, thinking that he was doomed to die.
However, he only felt a slight chill on his face.
He opened his eyes suddenly and saw the sword's bony hilt gently rubbing against his face.
Chi Yu: "?"
There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, and he reached out to tentatively grasp the sword. The sword did not struggle and let him hold it obediently.
Chi Yu was shocked. Don't all spirit swords recognize their masters? How could Xie Xiyi's sword be easily taken by someone else?
How can you lead a good team if you don't have the same people?
Xie Xiyi, your sword has betrayed its master!
Chi Yu lowered his voice and said to Jian, "Can you help me kill Xie Xiyi?"
The sword raised its tip and shook left and right twice, which meant that it would not work.
Chi Yu: "..."
Chi Yu thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Then can you help me rescue Ling Hezhou?"
After a while, the sword moved up and down a few times with the tip of the sword, which meant that it could be done.
Chi Yu: "..."
Damn! Xie Xiyi, your sword has really betrayed its master!
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