The young man frowned, looking reluctant, but the others were swayed by his words and seemed to be "willing to die a hundred times over".
He relaxed his brow, bowed his head and said okay, slightly adjusting his mindset, "I will follow Senior Brother's orders."
The eldest brother came over and patted him on the shoulder, then, in that position, said earnestly, "Junior brother, I know you owe him a favor in the past and have a good personal relationship with him, but I also believe you can distinguish right from wrong, right?"
The young man twitched the corner of his mouth and lowered his eyes, saying, "Of course, I will not betray the righteous path or the Taiyi Sect."
The group of eighteen split into three groups. The eldest brother, being the strongest, went his own way. He seemed worried that if his disciple were to die, he would have a hard time explaining it to him. Before they parted, he repeatedly instructed them: "If you encounter that fellow, immediately send me a talisman to inform me. You can either follow him or be wary of his stubborn resistance. Carefully restrain him for a moment and wait for me to arrive."
"Yes, Senior Brother."
About a mile or two away, a man with a pale face and a bleak and bewildered expression stood there. His clothes were still faintly recognizable as being a sky blue with gold accents, similar to those of the senior brother, but without the overly cumbersome array formations.
He held a broken sword in his left hand, clutched his chest with his right hand and breathed heavily, but his eyes were fixed on his surroundings, wary of any disturbance.
Blood continued to flow from the wound, and he struggled to make a hand seal to remove the overly strong smell of blood from his body.
The scent of blood easily attracts spirit beasts, and you'll inevitably have to deal with them. If you make too much noise, it will attract pursuers.
He had only been in seclusion for a short time when he emerged from his seclusion and everything had changed. His master had been ambushed and seriously injured, and his life was in danger. For some reason, everyone in the sect believed that he had attacked and murdered his master, leaving him no way to defend himself.
That makes sense, who would believe someone who has repeatedly harmed their fellow disciples?
Xiao Lingchuan secretly mocked himself.
With nowhere to escape, he had no choice but to flee to the Zongheng Mountains, but he was absolutely unwilling to die here. He did not know the current situation of his master, nor did he know who was behind his framing.
He recalled the series of recent events and felt a bitter taste rising in his mouth. He still couldn't understand how he had ended up in such a state.
Sensing someone approaching, he hid deeper into the cave. Thanks to his innate affinity for spirit beasts, and the fact that the creatures in this cave were docile unicorns, he was able to hide safely.
Suddenly, his eyes dimmed, his head drooped, but his hand still stubbornly held the sword.
The elk, unable to sense the presence of the human in front of it, seemed somewhat puzzled. It tilted its head, let out a soft whimper, and nudged the human with its nose. The next moment, its whole body stiffened, its limbs trembled, and it fearfully bent its front legs, kneeling on the ground like a human.
The person who seemed lifeless just moments before raised his head, leaned against the cave wall to stand up, and looked around. Seeing that the strange beast did not show any aggression and even showed submission, he struggled to control the broken sword that he had almost lost control of.
He gathered the faint spiritual power in his body and drew a water mirror, directly looking at the original body's miserable state. He also noticed the broken weapon in his hand and vaguely sensed that it had some connection with him. It seemed to be the original body's natal weapon, which had now been temporarily adopted by him.
This natal weapon seemed to have already developed a sword spirit, but now it was slowly dissipating as the sword broke. Emperor Xiu mobilized his divine sense to protect it, and then, enduring a headache, he extended his divine sense.
He sensed an unresolved crisis, something strange and inexplicable, as if someone was plotting against him, a feeling that he could be found and killed at any moment.
Although his divine consciousness was damaged, it was still connected to the gods. Taking the original body's cultivation level as a reference, there should be no one who could detect his divine consciousness, and that was indeed the case.
Aside from some unintelligent spirit beasts, there were only a dozen or so suspicious humans nearby, but no particularly powerful figures among them.
001 was still a step behind when he came out. He was initially a little reluctant, but he immediately became anxious after seeing Di Xiu's condition.
"How are you? Can you move? Is it convenient for me to transfer world lines and memories to you now?"
Di Xiu noticed that the strange animal's ears twitched a few times, as if it had heard something and seemed to be deep in thought.
It's safe for now. He said to 001, "Transfer."
He paused for a moment, then reminded him, "First, this world might not be very safe, so try not to come out."
001 agreed without even looking up, after all, he had experienced the sealing effects of the advanced world.
He immediately urged the main system, and then quickly packaged and transmitted the world line and the original body's memories to Di Xiu.
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