Su Jinyue suddenly realized, "Why do you want to take me as your master?"
"I want to be someone like you. Only by becoming your disciple can I have the opportunity to ascend to heaven and see my brother again." Luo Ye said seriously.
Su Jinyue smiled and said, "But I can't accept you as my apprentice."
"Why?" Luo Ye looked at Su Jinyue in confusion.
"Because I'm leaving soon, but I'll go see your brother. Do you have anything you want me to tell him?" Su Jinyue looked at Luo Ye with a smile. Although he and Luo Ying were brothers, he looked completely different. Luo Ying had a baby face, giving off a puppy-like vibe. Luo Ye, on the other hand, was handsome, with delicate features, the kind of beautiful boy that girls would really like.
"I miss him very much. I will try my best." Luo Ye said. He hadn't seen his brother for more than ten years. During these years, he had been practicing hard, hoping that one day he would ascend to heaven and see his brother.
Su Jinyue nodded and said, "I will convey your message to him."
"Thank you!" Luo Ye looked at Su Jinyue with gratitude. He really wanted to take Su Jinyue as his master. Only by taking a strong master could he make rapid progress and fulfill his wish sooner.
Su Jinyue smiled and said, "You are already very good. Keep working hard. One day your wish will come true."
"Yeah." Luo Ye nodded, watching Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan leave. He would definitely work hard, work hard to become like them, work hard to become like his brother.
"It turns out that she is really the former leader of Fengtian Sect. I didn't expect her to be so young."
"I just recorded her image." A monk with a black mole on his face happily shook the image crystal ball in his hand.
"Can you give me a copy?"
"I want one too," everyone said, scrambling to get one, afraid they'd miss out if they were late. If they could get an image of the former Fengtian Sect leader, they could show off to others.
The cultivator with a black mole on his face smiled smugly, "You can copy it, but each person must pay me one hundred high-grade spirit stones."
"no problem."
"Here are 100 high-grade spirit stones. Take them."
Everyone took out spirit stones and handed them to the monk with a black mole on his face.
The cultivator collected the high-grade spirit stones and distributed the copied crystal balls to everyone. He was truly clever, having come up with this idea. This would surely earn him a fortune.
"Why is there nothing?"
"I don't have anything either."
"How is it possible? Look, I clearly recorded it." The monk with a black mole on his face activated the image crystal ball in his hand, but to his surprise, there was nothing in the image crystal ball.
"You actually lied to me. Give me back my top-grade spirit stone."
"People like this must be severely punished, otherwise we won't feel relieved."
"Yes!" Everyone rushed forward, and soon the monk's miserable cry was heard from the crowd.
Luo Ye shook his head and smiled. Seeing Elder Yang from the Alchemist Association walking towards him, he stepped forward to greet him.
"Luo Ye, this is your seventh-level elixir master badge." The elder handed a badge to Luo Ye.
"Thank you, Elder Yang!" Luo Ye reached out to take the badge and put it into his storage ring. Suddenly, his expression froze. He discovered that there was a storage bag in his storage ring. Could it be that Su Jinyue gave it to him?
"Elder Yang, I have something to do, so I'll leave first." Luo Ye bowed to Elder Yang, turned around and walked outside.
After leaving the Alchemist Association, Luo Ye walked to a corner, took out the storage bag, and saw some cultivation resources and a book on alchemy techniques inside.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan stood in mid-air, scanning the entire Tianyue Continent with their spiritual sense. However, to their disappointment, they still found nothing.
"Let's change places." Zhan Yihan withdrew his spiritual sense and looked at Su Jinyue.
"Yeah." Su Jinyue nodded. Although this search was a bit troublesome, it was the only way they could do it now.
With a move of their feet, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan arrived at Tianxi Continent.
Releasing their spiritual sense, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan conducted another carpet search.
Three days later, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan withdrew their spiritual consciousness, left Tianxi Continent and headed for Motian Continent.
As soon as they arrived at the Demonic Continent, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan saw a few familiar faces, but they did not go down to greet them.
After scanning the Demonic Continent, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan arrived at the last realm of the Cultivation Continent, the Netherworld. If they still didn't find anything here, they would have to return to the Immortal Realm to search.
The underworld is filled with gloomy air and without a trace of sunlight, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.
Apart from cultivators, most of the people in the underworld are ghost cultivators. All souls will come here, either to be reincarnated or to become ghost cultivators.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan came to Naihe Bridge, stood at the bridgehead and scanned the surroundings with their spiritual sense.
Su Jinyue's consciousness paused as it scanned a soul. That soul turned out to be Song Yiren. She hadn't expected that after all these years, she was still in the netherworld. She had originally intended to destroy Song Yiren's soul, but in the end, she had to hold back. She hated Song Yiren, but she couldn't bring herself to destroy her soul. She was already dead, so why would she be so ruthless?
Song Yiren's soul wandered aimlessly, not knowing where to go. She wanted to be reborn, but a grudge in her heart prevented her from entering the cycle of reincarnation. She didn't know what she was complaining about. As time passed, her memory had become blurred. She had even forgotten her name, where she was from, and how she ended up here.
Su Jinyue withdrew her consciousness and continued to scan the other cultivators and ghost cultivators. Seeing Song Yiren's soul, she suddenly felt a little depressed and uncomfortable. At the same time, many of her and Song Yiren's past lives flashed through her mind, as if playing a movie.
Zhan Yihan reached out and held Su Jinyue's hand, "It's all in the past, don't think too much." Of course, he also saw Song Yiren's soul, but he didn't feel much.
"Yeah." Su Jinyue nodded and leaned her head on Zhan Yihan's shoulder. She smelled the clear bamboo fragrance on him, and her heart slowly calmed down.
"Let's go, there's nothing here for us." Zhan Yihan reached out and gently stroked Su Jinyue's dark hair. He didn't like this place and didn't want to stay here any longer.
"Okay." Su Jinyue nodded, and once again scanned Song Yiren with her spiritual sense, before stepping into the spatial rift with Zhan Yihan. Perhaps not remembering anything was best for Song Yiren.
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