Xie Jiuchuan was extremely nervous, holding Xi Xingxue tightly and refusing to let go. Just as he was about to try to use his own Dragon Pearl inner core to save his master.
Master Fuzhi has arrived.
Strangely enough, Master Fuzhi did not seem particularly heartbroken; instead, she let out a sigh.
"My son's calamity... has come."
......
Yes, this plan is the final plan that Xi Xingxue chose.
It needs to be realistic, so that most people wouldn't suspect anything.
It also needs to fit an important plot point.
That means being tainted by inner demons and being unable to cultivate from then on.
The system said that this plot point is crucial for his disciples to prove him wrong in the future, so he has to take this path.
but.
Xi Xingxue couldn't force himself to develop inner demons, so he could only try to damage his dantian.
Xi Xingxue estimated that after this incident, he would probably be in a coma for decades...
Because the important plot points that follow take place a hundred years later.
He can't possibly live a production line life for another hundred years.
Spring has passed and autumn has come; fifty years have passed in the world of cultivation in the blink of an eye.
The young man with two beautiful dragon horns on his forehead is still as tall and straight as he was fifty years ago, with features so outstanding that they can be described as perfect. Men, women, and children passing by can all be made weak in the knees by his handsome appearance.
But he ignored everyone and walked straight up the mountain.
The intelligent little birds at the edge of the forest bowed to the young man: "Greetings, Spirit Lord."
Xie Jiuchuan nodded slightly, then gracefully departed.
He came to a bamboo forest.
The millennium-old cold jade bed has the effect of healing the body.
The little nascent soul within Master's body has fallen into a coma, which means he could lose his life at any moment.
Therefore, it can only be placed on the thousand-year-old cold jade bed.
Xie Jiuchuan looked at Xi Xingxue's handsome, aloof face that hadn't changed in fifty years, smiled gently at him, and then began to mutter to himself familiarly.
"Master, aren't you going to wake up?"
"Master is truly heartless. Your disciple has been waiting for you for fifty years."
"I've almost forgotten what Master's lips taste like."
As he spoke, Xie Jiuchuan actually lowered his body and moved closer to Xi Xingxue's face.
Look at his practiced movements, how could he have forgotten the taste of Xi Xingxue's lips?
He probably just forgot how Xi Xingxue kissed him first, while he himself kissed him a thousand times.
"Shut up."
A gentle voice suddenly rang out, and a white-haired, black-eyed man appeared behind Xie Jiuchuan.
His long, silver-white hair reached his waist, and his eyes were sparkling. The hair color complemented his ethereal气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament), making him extremely handsome.
Xie Jiuchuan glanced sideways: "He Yan?"
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