"Fate is hard to defy, and fortune can reverse; whether it brings blessing or curse is truly unpredictable. Very well, inform the sect leader that from this day forward, all affairs of Qingyun Peak, large and small, will be handled by you. I will go into seclusion to seek that sliver of opportunity. Do not worry!"
"yes!"
Watching that slowly walking figure, Qingshan was filled with emotion.
Master Kan Yun, the Immortal, is just one step away from becoming a Great Immortal. He is the most promising candidate for godhood among all sects. Therefore, all sects regard Yijing Sect as their leader, and all important matters in the Divine Demon Continent are decided by the sect leader's opinion. It can be said that the entire Yijing Sect is supported by Master. Without Master, Yijing Sect would only be a second- or third-rate sect, and would it not have achieved its current glory?
The One Realm Sect, with a single sword, shatters countless realms, revealing the forms of gods and demons.
Qingshan had been a disciple for many years, but his cultivation level remained stuck in the late Nascent Soul stage. Even his junior brother Qingjiu, also known as Feng Jiutian, who entered the sect several hundred years later, had already reached the Saint Infant stage for quite some time. It wasn't that he wasn't envious of this; it was just that cultivation was all about opportunities, something he couldn't afford to envy.
However, ever since Junior Brother Qing Jiu entered the mortal world to gain experience, Master has often shown worry in his eyes. Now, after being silent for two thousand years, he actually wants to advance again.
If his master had nothing on his mind, he wouldn't worry about how long he secluded himself; in fact, he'd be happy for him. But clearly, his master had something on his mind, and if he broke through now, it would most likely not end well. He might even regress in his cultivation, which would be detrimental to the sect. But he was just a disciple and couldn't change his master's decision. If he wanted to dissuade him, he could only go to the sect leader.
The figure disappeared before their eyes, and Qingshan then flew on his sword to the Hall of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One, where the sect leader was located.
Inside the Demon Abyss, Xiang Wan stood close to Feng Jiutian, her own body unconsciously circulating the "Frostbite Technique." This technique only required sufficient cold energy, combined with her own vital energy, to be practiced; whether she cultivated immortality or demonic arts did not affect her ability to cultivate it.
Furthermore, because she cultivated with Feng Jiutian, his spiritual power would sometimes leak out through the points of contact. In addition, his spiritual sense did not shy away from hers at all, and even felt a certain closeness to hers. Over time, Feng Jiutian's spiritual power actually began to regard her as a second path, and would come over to stroll around from time to time, taking the opportunity to modify the path of Xiang Wan's internal energy circulation.
Therefore, the two of them are now like conjoined twins, their spiritual consciousness intertwined and their spiritual power flowing between each other, neither able to leave the other.
Of course, this is not dual cultivation.
To take something, you must first give something.
Xiang Wan did not covet Feng Jiutian's spiritual power and consciousness. Instead, she consciously sent her own spiritual consciousness and the cold energy she cultivated into Feng Jiutian's body. As a result, the holy infant in his dantian was already tainted with Xiang Wan's aura and cold energy, and Xiang Wan's body also contained Feng Jiutian's spiritual power. Neither of them could refuse the other; pushing them away would only make the fusion more intense.
This was something Xiang Wan hadn't expected, and she wouldn't object to it.
If Feng Jiutian wants to sever ties with her, he would have to transfer all his cultivation to her and let his spiritual consciousness enter her sea of consciousness.
It's just a pity that Feng Jiutian's soul hasn't been tainted by her aura yet. Otherwise, he would be bound to her for all eternity and would never be able to get rid of her!
Wait, forever and ever?
No, she was just doing a mission, sacrificing her physical body and cultivation in this life. In the next life, she would never want to get entangled with this scumbag again!
The moment the soul thought of this, its thoughts were diverted, and the established trajectory of its cultivation with Feng Jiutian changed slightly. The two instantly returned to their respective cultivation states and then woke up.
That mysterious and wondrous cultivation was thus interrupted. When she opened her eyes, Feng Jiutian was no longer there.
Hmph, you're fast!
Xiang Wan felt a little regretful, as she could have cultivated for a while longer.
Looking down at the clothes at her feet, Xiang Wan was about to reach out to pick them up when a smile suddenly appeared on her lips as she had a good idea.
The storm of dark energy had subsided for quite some time, and the wraiths hiding in the cracks of the walls began to emerge and wander. In the dim light, the ground was littered with scattered bones and black dust scraped from the walls. The wraith in the palm of his hand had somehow slipped out and was drifting through the air toward the Netherflame Pool.
With such a powerful search tool as the system, how could it not know where Feng Jiutian is?
When cultivating with him, Xiang Wan subconsciously forgot about the system, afraid that others would notice her abnormality.
Now, Feng Jiu has vanished.
You've already hugged me, are you trying to escape?
Xiang Wan stood there for a long time before walking towards the Purple Flame Pool.
Since she took on a physical form, she has never worn clothes and doesn't know how to dress, which is perfectly understandable!
With most of his attention focused on helping Feng Jiutian, he had no energy or spirit left for anything else.
After swaying and staggering for only a couple of steps, Xiang Wan tripped over a skeleton that had been lying there for who knows how many years. Just as she was about to make intimate contact with the ground, a large hand grabbed her arm.
Damn it, couldn't you just hug me around the waist?
What's with pulling my arm? It looks like they're going to break my whole arm!
Feeling terrible, Xiang Wan was in so much pain all over her body and started to sob. Her tears fell to the ground, splashing up dust that had been buried by countless skeletons.
She was truly in pain! And truly angry!
How could the original owner have fallen for such a blockhead! If she really liked him, how much damage tolerance would she need to avoid feeling too wronged!
Xiang Wan turned her head away, unwilling to see him, but in Feng Jiutian's eyes, it was as if it was his fault for not letting her fall. So, Feng Jiutian simply let go, intending to escape again.
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