How is that possible?
He had found this specifically for Gu Xingyun.
How could it be the mind method of a demon cultivator?
Aren’t there still handwriting left by the original owner on it?
How could there be anything wrong with the things placed in the secret room of Canghai Pavilion?
He was once glad that he had given the right gift, and accidentally gave the mental method that his original body had not given away to Gu Xingyun.
He even flipped through a few pages and there was clearly nothing wrong with it.
"Is there some..." misunderstanding.
He didn't dare to say the last two words, his mind was in a mess.
He could clearly feel Gu Xingyun's chaotic but constantly rising cultivation level, and he could also feel Gu Xingyun's increasingly disordered breathing.
"No wonder Master Chen Wu of Qingguang Temple asked me several times where I got this cultivation method from. I thought he was just bored."
"No wonder, even though I've been practicing with Junior Brother Ling and working twice as hard as him, my cultivation has actually decreased instead of increased..."
Gu Xingyun felt extremely aggrieved. Zhuiyue had been circling around him for a long time but didn't get his attention, so she simply stuck herself on the stone between them, like a grumpy child.
"So, the pain in your tendons and veins during training and competition is because your spiritual power and mental skills are not in harmony."
"Everything was normal when I was killing demons outside because my body was absorbing the demonic energy to repair itself."
He has always been smart and has an exceptionally good memory, and he can sort out all the things in a short time.
"Master, I'm just curious, do you hate me or like me?"
Gu Xingyun didn't dare to get too close, fearing that his demonic energy would hurt Yan Huailiu, so he just stood there and questioned.
"If Master dislikes his disciples, he can just do as he did before, beating or scolding them and humiliating them to his heart's content."
Yan Huailiu's body went limp, and he took a half step back and leaned against the hard, cold rock wall.
"If Master hated me, then... on that rainy night, he shouldn't have helped me up and put the cloak on me."
"Oh, I almost forgot, Master doesn't remember."
The anger that was about to explode was extinguished quietly.
"Master went wrong in his cultivation and forgot a lot of things, so I don't know..."
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Gu Xingyun's scarlet eyes. He just looked at Yan Huailiu and finished speaking.
"So Master, you don't know that if you wanted to kill your disciple, there would be no need to go through so much trouble."
"Master, you just need to act like before. If you do that, by the time I reach the Immortal Sect Conference... oh no, at most until Master's birthday banquet, I will definitely die."
The muscles on Yan Huailiu's face were shaking violently, completely out of control.
Even if he wanted to speak, he couldn't make any normal sound.
He pressed his face hard and ran through the Crimson Pearl Mysterious Sutra at the fastest speed, forcing himself to calm down.
The beads on his wrist exuded the scent of sandalwood, invisibly soothing his emotions.
When the thunder sounded again, Yan Huailiu finally regained his composure.
My throat was extremely dry and aching due to excessive tension.
He looked up at the hole and said in a hoarse voice, "This is not the time to talk about this. This is not the time."
"Oh, then how long do we have to wait?"
Gu Xingyun laughed self-deprecatingly: "Master, it's just a matter of words. If you tell me that my physique is suitable for being a demon cultivator, and this is the path you have chosen for me, I will accept it."
Yan Huailiu was breathing heavily. He suppressed the urge to cry and cleared his mind of the images that would affect his judgment.
Glancing around in the dim light, he spotted the glowing ground not far from them, which was pressed down by a huge rock.
He raised his hand to clear the pile of things, and a small formation diagram appeared, surrounded by nameless magical herbs with their own barriers.
"Go, sit there and straighten out this chaotic breath of yours!"
Yan Huailiu pointed to a place not far away and said.
Gu Xingyun didn't even turn his head, as if he couldn't hear anything, and was still obsessed with the previous question.
"So, Master, why? I remember that what you despise the most are demonic cultivators."
"The first few articles of the Yuxu Sect's rules are all related prohibitions."
"The third rule is that any disciple within the sect who falls into demonic possession will have their cultivation immediately abolished and be forcibly imprisoned."
"Article 4: Those who refuse to accept the verdict and refuse to mend their ways will be personally exterminated by the clan leader."
"Fiveth Rule: Anyone who manages to escape and incites other disciples to fall into demonic ways will be issued a maximum wanted bounty and permanently expelled from the sect."
He read through the more than 8,000 sect rules several times in his spare time and memorized them all.
There were a few more related points later, but he always felt it was inappropriate to say them in this kind of situation.
The entire cave suddenly lit up, and the light was even dazzling.
Gu Xingyun only felt something wrapped around his waist, his body was thrown out, and then fell steadily.
Almost at the same time, several layers of barriers rose up around them.
His hearing was completely deprived at this moment, and he sat on the ground in a daze.
The wound on my hand that was accidentally cut happened to be pressed on a certain magical grass.
The blood flowed down along the branches and leaves, slowly flowing into the formation on the ground.
The light, originally as faint as a firefly, gradually brightened, enveloping Gu Xingyun completely.
He looked around in panic, only to feel that the uncontrolled demonic energy in his body was being sorted out bit by bit.
The mental method started running automatically, and a small whirlwind appeared in the dantian, which was obviously a trend of advancement.
The light above his head lit up again. He looked up and saw Yan Huailiu with his clothes torn and holding Wen Yue hanging in the air.
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