Chapter 2: Cultivation Regression
At the main peak of the Xiaoyao Sect's Sword Sect, the leaders of other sects gathered here. They all sighed as they looked at Ye Lan who was lying unconscious on the thousand-year-old black ice.
He was not killed by such a powerful thunder, he is really lucky!
Song Yongzhi, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, touched the top of Leng Qingqiu's head lovingly, and said regretfully, "Your master failed to break through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage and is now unconscious. I have just fed him a life-extending pill. I estimate that your master will wake up soon, but..."
Song Yongzhi sighed as he looked at the well-behaved and lovely Leng Qingqiu. In the entire Sword Sect, only the two of them, master and disciple, depended on each other for survival. It was a pity that such a good seedling was wasted. How could he have ice spirit roots?
Leng Qingqiu raised his head upon hearing the voice, revealing his thin, oval face, and his dark eyes flickered slightly.
"Master, just what?"
Song Yongzhi's gaze fell on Ye Lan, who was still sleeping. He shook his head and said, "But I'm afraid his cultivation will decline."
Ye Lan, who was sleeping on the black ice, had his eyelashes trembling slightly. He also heard these words.
He had actually woken up a long time ago, but he didn't know if it was the aftereffect of being struck by lightning, but he couldn't move his body. Only his brain controlled his hearing, and he listened silently to everything in the outside world.
Wasn't he dead? Why is he lying here again?
Listening to their conversation, could it be that I was reborn?
Ye Lan thought back to the article "I Became a Heartthrob in the World of Cultivation" and tried to figure out from those conversations which time point he was reborn into.
After thinking for a long time, Ye Lan gave up.
He forgot that the identity he was wearing was a cannon fodder, and the author did not describe it in detail at all.
Forget it, I can only take it one step at a time.
He rolled his Adam's apple and murmured.
“Hmm…”
Ye Lan, the subject of everyone's discussion, murmured softly. Under everyone's gaze, he covered his forehead with one hand, supported Xuan Bing with the other, and slowly sat up.
Ye Lan glanced around at everyone, then fixed his gaze on the man who looked somewhat older.
"Master?"
Song Yongzhi: ??? Who are you calling? That person is the leader, so who am I?
The leader of the Qi Sect who was called the head of the sect:???
Dan Zong Sect Master: Hmm? Did I give him the wrong medicine just now?
…
Ye Lan noticed the strange silence among the crowd at the moment, but he didn't know where the problem lay.
He was traveling through a book. When he read the book before, the author didn't describe in detail what the leader and the others looked like. He hasn't received the memories of this body yet, so he recognized the wrong person. But you really can't blame him.
The leader of the Qi Sect clenched his right fist, put it to his mouth and coughed lightly. He pointed awkwardly at the gloomy-faced leader on his left, and then said to Ye Lan, who was smiling innocently, "Leader Ye, the leader is here."
You can't say this nonsense. Fortunately, everyone is here, otherwise he would be accused of wanting to seize power.
Ye Lan blinked, then turned his gaze towards the person that the Weapon Sect Master had pointed at. He said apologetically, "Ah, Master, I'm sorry. I was struck by lightning, and my brain seems to be a little bit not so good."
Song Yongzhi waved his hand. "It's okay. As for you, it's good that you're awake. I told you a long time ago to accept more disciples. Now that you've collapsed, it's really hard for Qingqiu."
Ye Lan raised his middle finger towards Song Yongzhi in his heart, bah!
He really thought he didn't know that in the original book, this guy had always wanted to poach his people, but Leng Qingqiu's spiritual roots were most suitable for the Sword Sect.
Besides, what's so hard about Leng Qingqiu? He has already gone through fasting and is awake.
His gaze fell on Leng Qingqiu who was standing next to Xuan Bing. Leng Qingqiu did not have the crazy look he had in his previous life. Instead, he lowered his head and was timid.
If he hadn't experienced Leng Qingqiu opening his chest and digging out his spiritual roots, he would have thought he had recognized the wrong person seeing his obedient appearance.
Song Yongzhi didn't know what Ye Lan was scolding him about in his heart. Seeing that Ye Lan remained silent for a long time, he called him again.
"Sect Master Ye?"
Ye Lan came to his senses and remembered that there was someone else in the room.
Ye Lan turned his head and looked at Song Yongzhi and said, "Master, you can't say that. As the leader of the Sword Sect, I didn't want to fail in this tribulation. Qingqiu is my only disciple, so I won't let him work so hard."
As he spoke, Ye Lan felt a cold gaze sweep over him from behind. He paused for a moment, and waited for the gaze to fade before continuing, "I've made up my mind. As soon as my injuries heal, I'll immediately go into seclusion and strive to make up for the lost cultivation."
As soon as Ye Lan finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on him.
No one noticed that Leng Qingqiu, who was standing behind Ye Lan, raised his thin little face and looked at Ye Lan with his pupils slightly shrunken.
Song Yongzhi's expression also changed from one of grief and sorrow to one of teachable child.
Song Yongzhi patted Ye Lan's right shoulder, his eyes full of relief.
"It's great that you have such an idea, but it's best to take good care of your body. Don't rush for quick success, or you'll end up losing more than you gain."
Ye Lan: “…”
Bah, you are the one who says both good and bad things. You really deserve to be the leader. You are so shameless.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, everyone didn't stay any longer. They comforted each other with a few words and left.
Ye Lan relaxed completely, and just as he was about to fall towards the Millennium Mysterious Ice behind him, he heard a cold voice behind him.
"Master." Leng Qingqiu called out.
Ye Lan's body stiffened slightly, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
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