Chapter 150 Even God Favors You 5
Today, the Canglan Mountain is a gathering place for the talents of all the immortal sects, because the once-every-ten-year Qingyun Grand Competition is being held here.
"Are all the geniuses from the various immortal sects here?" On a flying boat floating in the clouds, a man loosely draped in a white Daoist robe, holding a wine cup in one hand, glanced at the Sword-Asking Platform below.
"Judging from Elder Gu's words, do you think these geniuses are not good?" The immortal sect elder stroked his beard and smiled.
"It's good," the man paused, then smiled nonchalantly, "but it's far inferior to him."
Upon hearing this, the elder of the immortal sect remained silent for a long time before letting out a long sigh.
Some people, even after five hundred years, even if they leave nothing behind, are still enough to make people feel regretful and unable to let go.
"Elder Gu, all the sects of the immortal realm have arrived. Since the sect leader is not here, we can only ask you to step forward," a disciple from Canglan Mountain said as he flew onto the flying boat on his sword.
"Where did Meng Yiran run off to again?" Gu Xingjin asked impatiently.
"The sect leader found the Soul Lamp yesterday, and then disappeared without a trace after leaving the sect," the disciple whispered.
"He's got a good idea. He's played the sentimental card himself, and then dumps all the dirty work on others?" Gu Xingjin said with a half-smile, waving his hand. "I don't think there's anything worth competing in this Qingyun Grand Competition anymore. Let all the immortal sects go home."
"How can the Qingyun Grand Competition be treated like a child's play? Gu Xingjin, what's wrong with you now?" An elder from Canglan Mountain rushed over and heard his words, and couldn't help but get angry.
"Gone mad?" Gu Xingjin put down his wine glass, stood up and walked over, grabbed the elder by the neck and threw him onto the deck. "You're right, I went mad five hundred years ago, so you'd better not mess with me. I'm not that hypocrite Meng Yiran, and I have no interest in wasting my breath on you old geezers."
The elder of Canglan Mountain got up, his face flushed, too angry to speak. However, he dared not retaliate because of the man's cultivation level at the Tribulation Transcending stage, and could only leave with a flick of his sleeve.
The Qingyun Grand Competition began, and only Gu Xingjin remained on the flying boat.
He seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant, collapsing onto the prayer mat, his eyes blank and empty, like a walking corpse.
“Junior brother, look at these idiots. Just because someone respectfully calls them sect leader or elder, they really think they're something special,” Gu Xingjin said, pulling a clay figure from his robes. “When you’re done playing around, your second senior brother will take you to tease these annoying guys, okay?”
All around were clouds and mist swirling in the wind, and no one responded.
Five hundred years have passed; he should have gotten used to it by now.
Gu Xingjin picked up the wine jug, turned around lifelessly, and prepared to get drunk in the cabin. Suddenly, the ground shook violently, and a chorus of exclamations came from Canglan Mountain below the flying boat.
Gu Xingjin was not very interested and glanced down.
A figure in crimson descended the stone steps from the mountaintop. She was as slender as a willow and as beautiful as a peach blossom. Her every glance was captivating and mesmerizing. The corpse she held in her hand left a trail of blood.
Everyone stared in stunned silence for a moment, then recovered and hurriedly moved aside in horror. But one after another, skinned and dismembered corpses fell from the sky, leaving them nowhere to hide.
These corpses were all wearing Taoist robes from Canglan Mountain, indicating that they were not ordinary disciples, and there were even a few elders with extraordinary strength.
"It's been a long time since I've come back to visit, so I brought you all a small gift as a token of my appreciation."
The young man in crimson robes grabbed the corpse that had been dragged along and suddenly flung it onto the Sword Inquiry Platform. The corpse was clearly the old man who had come to bother him on the flying boat earlier!
Gu Xingjin had no time to look at the old man; his eyes were fixed on the face of the boy in crimson.
Below, the Canglan Mountain disciples, having regained their senses, drew their swords and pointed them at Xie Rong.
"He is that evil cultivator who specializes in absorbing men's vital essence!"
"Anyone who dares to harm my Canglan Mountain will not leave here alive today!"
"Is that so?" Xie Rong raised his hand, his five fingers slightly clenched and grabbed Meng Yiran, who was bound by the Fushan Ring a thousand miles away, by the neck. "Then I'll just have to drag him down with me."
"Should we skin him first, or remove his bones first?" Xie Rong's cheeks flushed with excitement. "A cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage is a great tonic from head to toe."
The Canglan Mountain disciples who had threatened to kill him suddenly fell silent.
After all, even their sect leader has fallen into his hands; these good-for-nothings probably won't even be able to protect themselves.
It's so exhilarating, so incredibly exhilarating! Especially seeing these righteous cultivators jumping up and down in excitement.
If he had known that being a heretical cultivator would be so enjoyable, he shouldn't have come to Canglan Mountain with his master in the first place!
But it's not too late now.
"I really miss you," Xie Rong said, stroking Meng Yiran's face. "The body of someone in the Tribulation Transcending stage is better than those men's. Even after all this sucking, I still couldn't drain you dry."
Meng Yiran gave a wry smile, "Junior Brother..."
"Shut up," Xie Rong slapped him hard across the face in front of everyone. "How dare you call me that?"
"If you kowtow to me three times in front of everyone and lick the tip of my shoe, I'll let you go and let you return to Canglan Mountain as your sect leader. How about it?" Xie Rong curled his lips. Even though he knew that what happened in the secret realm had nothing to do with Meng Yiran, Meng Yiran was his most respected senior brother. Not only did he not go to find the immortal herb for him, but he also stirred up trouble between him and his dog, causing him to feel ashamed and humiliated, and to end up like that, preferring to die rather than live like a broken jade. He deserved to die!
"What does humiliation taste like? You used to come to my room every day, putting on airs, you must have been envious, right? Now you can finally taste it for yourself, aren't you happy?"
Meng Yiran closed her eyes briefly. "Okay."
Xie Rong released him, watched him kneel down, pressed her lips to the tip of his shoe, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Senior Brother, you're so shameless."
Meng Yiran grabbed his sleeve, "Junior Brother... have you calmed down?"
Xie Rong smiled and said, "I wouldn't hold a grudge over a lowly child."
The hem of her dress was snatched from her hand, leaving Meng Yiran with nothing but empty air. However, the faint fragrance wafting from beneath the hem still lingered, shamelessly wafting into the man's nose.
Xie Rong came and went without a trace. Once she had her fill of fun, she turned and left. No one could stop her, and no one dared to stop her, for fear of being entangled with such a bewitching woman.
Even in the dead of night, he would have nightmares about being possessed by a 'demoness'.
Although the disciples of Canglan Mountain were filled with shame and indignation, unable to understand why their sect leader would do such a disgraceful thing to a heretical cultivator, they still stepped forward to help him up. "Sect Leader, what should we do? That heretical cultivator—"
"Shut up!" Meng Yiran's face darkened. "He is not an evil cultivator. Anyone who slanders him will be expelled from the sect immediately."
The disciples of Canglan Mountain had no choice but to shut up.
"And the corpses of these elders..."
“They deserved it,” Meng Yiran said indifferently. “Burn them to ashes and scatter them on a mountaintop.”
"yes……"
Meng Yiran raised his hand to touch the red marks on his neck left by the Fushan Ring. The dense, stinging pain almost made him tremble with fascination.
These days, his junior brother always lies on top of him, trying to absorb his vital energy. In the end, he sucks his own belly until it swells up, and then he gets angry and scolds and hits him.
Meng Yiran automatically pushed the other man, who was like a shadow, aside.
His junior brother was much more lovable than the bunch of fools in the sect who only knew how to ask him what to do about everything.
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