Chapter 17: Removing Trouble Chu Yu saw Li Youyang not...
Seeing that Li Youyang remained silent for a long time, Chu Yu asked softly, "Have you been avoiding me these days?"
Li Youyang paused holding the teacup: "Hiding from you? Why?"
Chu Yu was stunned by the question. In his opinion, Li Youyang hadn't come out for three days because of him. He felt a bit unspeakable in his heart. At least he and Li Youyang were somewhat different. Now he realized that he had been overthinking it: "No, I was overthinking it."
Li Youyang hummed, and then said, "Pack up your things and leave Chengyan Palace later."
Chu Yu tightened her grip on the teacup: "Youyang, since I'm here, I have no intention of going back."
Li Youyang raised his eyes: "Are you sure?"
Chu Yu nodded seriously: "OK."
Li Youyang lowered his eyes, then he could only kill her. After thinking about it, he put down the teacup in his hand, his eyes darkened slightly, and with a light stroke of his fingertips, Chu Yu was instantly enveloped by red light.
"This is...an ancient killing formation!" Chu Yu hurriedly used the spiritual power in his body to resist, but he spat out a mouthful of blood in just three breaths.
"Master, you can't!" Nangong Liuchu hurried over and helped Chu Yu resist the killing array while saying, "He is the Chu family's proudest child. If he dies in your hands, the Chu family will not let it go. It will only cause more trouble. Let me explain to him, and he will leave on his own."
"If he's still in this palace within a day, I will definitely kill him." Li Youyang waved his hand lightly, and the formation retreated. "Take him away."
Nangong Liuchu bowed respectfully, stepped forward to help Chu Yu up and left Chengyan Palace.
Chu Yu was still in shock. Fortunately, Nangong Liuchu came to his rescue, otherwise he would have died. "Who is he? How could Lord Chengyan, who hasn't even established his foundation yet, be able to command an ancient killing formation of this level? Even a Golden Immortal would have a hard time escaping unscathed."
Nangong Liuchu was also just recovering from his shock. He had never expected that his master would actually want to kill Chu Yu directly. "Is it important for you to know the master's identity?"
Chu Yu lowered his eyes. It really didn't matter anymore. He originally thought that his cultivation as a celestial being was enough to protect the other person. He even thought about taking the person away by force if the other person disagreed. But now he saw the gap in strength between himself and the other person. If he didn't reach the level of a saint, he probably wouldn't be qualified to get close to this person.
Thinking of this, Chu Yu left in a flash: "I will not give up. When I become a saint, I will come back to find him."
Nangong Liuchu looked at Chu Yu's departing figure and shook his head silently. It is not easy to become a saint. Among the cultivators in the world, only Fu Guangjun and his master have become saints.
If the path of cultivation is compared to a hundred steps, then the distance from Qi training to semi-saint is ninety-nine steps, and the distance from semi-saint to saint is one step. However, the distance to this last step is probably more than a thousand times that of the ninety-nine steps.
When Nangong Liuchu returned to Chengyan Palace, Li Youyang had fallen asleep on the stone table. Bei Liyuan took a blanket to cover Li Youyang, then sat quietly beside him and concentrated on practicing.
Nangong Liuxing walked over and gently sent out his spiritual breath to check on Li Youyang's condition.
"Senior brother, how is our master?" Bei Liyuan asked worriedly.
Nangong Liuchu said softly: "Don't worry, Master is fine, he's just too tired." He sighed silently in his heart. Cheng Yanjun's health was still too poor. He had to think of a way to recuperate Master. However, he was not good at pharmacology, so he had to wait for the eldest brother to come back.
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Half a month later, Bei Liyuan successfully established his foundation.
Nangong Liuchu was filled with shock. "Junior brother, this is too incredible. It only took you 25 days from the beginning of your practice to building your foundation. If you keep going like this, you might actually become a saint in the future."
Coincidentally, at this moment, a disciple came over to deliver a letter: "Junior Brother Bei, there is a letter from the Bei family."
After Bei Liyuan took it and looked at it, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.
"What happened? Why does Junior Brother look like this?"
Bei Liyuan said solemnly: "The Bei family will hold a martial arts competition in three years to determine the successor to the Young Master. All the Li generation must participate."
Nangong Liuchu's eyes darkened. The battle for the succession to the patriarch required the signing of a death contract. The Bei family was murderous. "Junior brother, why don't you find an excuse to be absent?"
Bei Liyuan clenched his fist silently. Since Beitang Feng had sent the letter, it was impossible for him to be absent. Besides, Uncle Wang was still in their hands, so he had to reply.
After Bei Liyuan established his foundation, Li Youyang had originally intended to remove the restrictions from his body, but he just wanted to wait for Jiuying's return. Now, Jiuying's return date is uncertain, and the Bei family has issued an ultimatum. If they want to save Bei Liyuan's life within three years, they must at least let him reach the level of Spiritualization to be absolutely safe. There is no time to waste. "Nangong, come with me to the study."
Nangong Liuchu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed Li Youyang's footsteps.
Arriving in the study, Li Youyang coughed twice with a hint of embarrassment: "Hmm..."
Nangong Liuchu was a little confused: "Master, just speak frankly."
Li Youyang thought about it, but didn't know how to start. The problem of Beiliyuan's spiritual vein had to be solved, and solving the sealing technique would inevitably require the help of some old friends. Naturally, he could no longer hide his identity, which was more or less risky. So he tentatively asked, "What would you do if you found out that someone around you had been possessed?"
Nangong Liuchu was slightly startled. Could it be that his master had guessed that he had discovered the secret of his master's possession, and that was why he asked this question? But then he thought about it, and his master was no fool. He said respectfully, "Master, I know that after the thunderbolt that day, you possessed this body."
Li Youyang was stunned for a moment.
Nangong Liuchu continued, "You are not Lord Chengyan, but Lord Youyang, who sacrificed his souls in blood to seal the Ten Thousand Demons Cave a hundred years ago. I have admired you since childhood, but unfortunately, I never had the chance to meet you until I heard the news of your passing. It was originally a lifelong regret, but I never expected that the Heavenly Dao would be so kind to me. I am fortunate to have this master-disciple relationship. I am extremely happy."
Li Youyang was a little stunned. He never thought that in such a short time, someone would have figured out his details. "How did you find out?"
Nangong Liuchu answered honestly, "Master and Chengyan Jun have completely different temperaments. Coupled with the unusual behavior during the ancestor's worship, I researched the ancestor's background and it's not difficult to guess. Master, don't worry. Only I know about this matter at the moment. The Sect Master and others are unaware."
Li Youyang nodded slightly. He had been hesitant about how to explain his identity, but now he had saved himself a lot of trouble: "My identity must not be known to anyone other than you."
Nangong Liuchu bowed and said, "Disciple has taken note. However, Master, I have a question in my mind."
"speak."
"Master sacrificed his blood to the living soul and died a hundred years ago. How could he possess another body? I also heard that the current leader of Guanhe Sword Sect, Nan Liujing, guarded Master's coffin for decades after his death before taking over. It was also rumored that Master treated Nan Liujing very well. Why didn't he return to Guanhe Sword Sect after possessing another body?"
Li Youyang frowned slightly. He didn't want to talk about what happened back then. He just replied, "I did die in blood sacrifice back then. Why I was reborn in this way, I don't know. I didn't come here to possess another body."
Nangong Liuchu's eyes darkened slightly, and he avoided the main point. It seemed that the truth was not as Nan Liujing said, and there was something strange about his master's death.
Li Youyang was afraid that Nangong Liuchu would continue to ask questions, so he changed the subject and said, "Liyuan's spiritual vein was sealed by magic when he was young. In order to remove the seal without alerting the person who cast the magic, he needs the help of three ascended cultivators. You can be one of them. I need you to send a message to the other two on my behalf."
Master, Nangong Liuchu's eyes were filled with joy. The master had acknowledged him and said, "Yes, disciple will obey your orders."
Li Youyang walked to the desk, picked up his pen, wrote two letters and handed them over: "A reply is required within three days."
Nangong Liuchu took it respectfully, bowed again, and turned to leave.
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Inside the Fuguang Hall, the disciple respectfully said to Fuguang Jun, "Master, the young master of the Nangong family, Nangong Liuchu, is here to visit. Would you like to see him?"
Fu Guangjun looked over with cold eyes, and the disciple knelt hurriedly: "I know my mistake, so let him go."
At the gate of Fuguang Peak, Nangong Liuchu waited with his arms folded. The disciple hurried back and said, "Young Master Nangong, it's unfortunate that our master is in seclusion. Please come back another day."
Nangong Liuchu curled his lips. This was because he didn't want to see him! Fu Guangjun wasn't the only cultivator who had ascended to heaven. If that didn't work out, he could just write a letter to his senior and junior brothers. He was about to leave, but before he left, he remembered the letter and turned back. "Fu Guangjun has come out of seclusion. Please give him this letter and tell him that an old friend is asking for help."
The disciple took the letter and said, "Don't worry, Young Master Nangong. I will definitely pass the letter on to you when Master comes out of seclusion."
Nangong Liuchu thanked him and left.
The disciple returned with the letter, thinking back to Fu Guangjun's expression just now, he finally didn't have the courage to go in and disturb him. Ever since the death of Youyang God a hundred years ago, his master has become moody, and the disciple would be wiped out by him if he was not careful. He didn't want to encounter this bad luck.
I thought that just throwing the letter in front of Fu Guangjun's door would be considered as delivering it.
At noon, another disciple was delivering food and saw a letter in front of the door. He picked it up curiously. Fu Guangjun happened to be walking out, so the disciple hurriedly hid the letter.
Fu Guangjun frowned: "Take it out."
The disciple knelt down in fear and tremblingly took out the letter: "Master, I don't know why this letter is at your door. I picked it up out of curiosity."
Fu Guangjun took it and when he saw the handwriting on the envelope, he swayed slightly and hurriedly opened the letter: "It's him, it really is him back, where is he?!"
The disciple was puzzled: "Who?"
Fu Guangjun was too lazy to say anything more. He moved his fingertips slightly and a tracking formation fell on the letter, then he flashed away.
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In front of Baiyao Valley, Nangong Liuchu tried his best but still couldn't get through the valley protection formation. He rubbed his brows with a headache and said, "Why is it so difficult to send a letter? I can't get in here, so let's use the most primitive method."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his spiritual energy and shouted to the Hundred Medicine Valley, "Senior Medicine Saint, I, Nangong Liuchu, have been ordered by our Master to deliver a letter to you. I beg you to show yourself and see me."
After shouting, no one came out. Nangong Liuchu sighed and shouted again: "Senior Medicine Saint, I am Nangong Liuchu, I have something to ask you!"
"Senior Medicine Saint, your old friend needs your help with something. Please come and see me!"
"Medicine Saint..."
"I'm not deaf, stop yelling!" A handsome man in green clothes flashed to the side of Nangong Liuchu and stretched out his hand.
Nangong Liuchu was slightly stunned.
Man in green: "Where's the letter?"
"Oh!" Nangong Liuchu hurriedly handed over the letter. The moment the Medicine Saint received the letter, Fu Guangjun arrived on his sword.
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