Chapter 230 What Have You Experienced
What to do?
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
After Lu Yan returned to his residence at night, he kept pacing around the room, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
If Tang Su was Ying Wujiu's man, then he must have known that he was a spy of the Wuwang Sect. If Ying Wujiu knew, when did he know? If he knew, why didn't he kill him, but instead treated him as his confidant?
Lu Yan couldn't understand.
Ying Wujiu clearly knew the truth, but he still played along with her. What was he planning? Or was he trying to take advantage of her and settle the score with her later?
This answer gave Lu Yan a chill down his spine and he didn't dare to think about it any further.
He was already halfway through the game, and he didn't want to die and have to return to the Novice Village.
Fortunately, Ying Wujiu had been in seclusion for cultivation these days, so Lu Yan didn't need to get close to him, otherwise his restless mood would surely reveal himself. But even so, there was no way back. On the eve of the Sword-Asking Competition, Ying Wujiu finally finished his cultivation and came out.
"General Manager Lu, the Lord has come out of retreat and has not seen you, so I have specially ordered my subordinate to come and invite you to the Xuan Cang Hall."
The demon cultivator who came to deliver the message was quite polite to Lu Yan, smiling all the time, for fear of offending the most popular person in front of the Lord. Little did he know that his words sounded like a death warrant to Lu Yan's ears, making people tremble with fear.
Lu Yan calmed himself down after hearing this and said, "I was supposed to be waiting outside when the Lord came out of retreat, but I was so busy that I forgot the time. Let's go, don't keep the Lord waiting for too long."
Yu Ji was the first to walk out the door.
Lu Yan was not sure when Ying Wujiu would reveal the truth, but the current situation was not a bad thing. He would just go along with it. At least his life was not in danger. He came to the outside of the Xuan Cang Palace and opened the door as usual:
“Squeak—”
The strange spices were still burning in the hall. They had a sweet and fishy fragrance that easily reminded people of flowing blood. Lu Yan didn't know if it was because he hadn't smelled them for a long time, but he always felt that the smell was particularly strong today.
Ying Wujiu sat cross-legged in the meditation room. When he saw Lu Yan coming in, the frost in his eyes seemed to melt away, and his tone became gentler than ever before to others. He stretched out his hand to him and said:
"Come here, why don't you show up today when I come out of retreat?"
He was wearing a dark red robe with gold sprinkles, and his usually loose long hair was tied up tightly with a jade crown. A glass mask covered half of his face, while the other half that was exposed was cold and indifferent, with deep red lips, and one could already vaguely see his stunning charm.
Lu Yan closed the palace door, lifted the curtain and walked into the quiet room. He was originally a little scared of Ying Wujiu, but now it seemed to have faded a little. Instead, he missed Ying Wujiu a little after not seeing him for many days. He held Ying Wujiu's hand, skillfully pulled him into his arms, and whispered in his ear:
"I want to see if the Lord will forget me when he comes out after being in seclusion for so long."
He sometimes tends to be a little bit temperamental.
Ying Wujiu slightly curled his lips, feeling that Lu Yan finally had some concerns about the gains and losses of his beloved, instead of smiling every day like before, making it difficult for people to see his emotions: "I have never forgotten what happened a thousand years ago, so how can I forget you after being in seclusion for a few days? You are worrying for no reason."
Have you never forgotten what happened thousands of years ago?
What's the matter?
Is it about him being sealed into the sword furnace by the hundreds of immortal families?
Then this is not just a matter, it's hatred, a blood feud.
What exactly does Ying Wujiu want to do at the Sword Questioning Conference?
Lu Yan had a vague idea of the consequences, but he still found it unbelievable. He rested his chin on Ying Wujiu's shoulder and said casually, "There are rumors everywhere that whoever wins the first prize in the Sword-asking Contest will get the Heart Spirit. Many people are thinking of taking it by force. There will be a lot of people there, and it might be dangerous to go there."
Ying Wujiu lowered his eyes and asked, "Why, you don't want me to go?"
Lu Yan played with his fingertips and hummed, "I don't want to."
I don't want to think about it in terms of emotion, reason, public or private, heart or feelings.
Ying Wujiu laughed out loud. Lu Yan couldn't see his face clearly, nor did he know why he was laughing. He could only feel a slight tremor in his shoulder.
"Lu Yan, you really are..."
Ying Wujiu slowly exhaled, and said with unclear meaning:
"You are such a smart person."
Lu Yan thought Ying Wujiu would say that he was really handsome, but he ended up saying this nonsense. He was silent for a moment before saying, "My Lord, are you really going to ask about the Sword Contest?"
Ying Wujiu stroked his cheek with his backhand, his movements were gentle, but his tone was low and gloomy: "Let's set out early tomorrow morning to meet our old friend."
The bone sword was placed on the rack, covered with a layer of bloody red like glass, surrounded by demonic energy and murderous spirit. Occasionally it vibrated and made a buzzing sound, like a bloodthirsty beast that had been imprisoned for thousands of years, ready to break out of the cage at any time and devour its prey.
This is Ying Wujiu's sword heart.
The fate of becoming an immortal is severed, and he has fallen into the dark earth.
Lu Yan suddenly tightened his arms without warning and directly lifted Ying Wujiu from the ground. He strode towards the bed, then threw him between the bedding and approached him. Undercurrents surged in the dim air, with emotions, desires, hatred, and many other things that could not be explained.
Ying Wujiu did not struggle, but raised his hand to take off the mask, looked at Lu Yan with cold eyes, and said in a low and lazy voice: "Come here, let me test whether you have the ability to make people unable to get out of bed. If you can do it, you don't have to go to the Sword Competition tomorrow."
Lu Yan put his hands on his sides, and thought seriously about what he said, and said with a half-smile: "Really?"
Ying Wujiu: "One word is as good as gold."
“Sizzle!”
The next moment, his exquisite and gorgeous red robe was torn apart. The gauze, outer robe, and lining were all the same red color. When they fell to the ground, they were like a burning flame, reminding people of the seven hundred years of darkness in the bone sword furnace.
Until now, Lu Yan has not been able to unlock the story of Ying Wujiu. He can only piece together a fragmented image of him from the lives of others, which is vague and distant.
The bodies were entangled, boiling hot, and it seemed that the only sound in the ears was the heavy, suppressed breathing.
Lu Yan spoke in a low voice, looking deeply at the person who was about to be crushed under him, and suddenly asked:
"My Lord, what is the situation in the bone sword furnace?"
Ying Wujiu's mind was in a daze, his long black hair had long been soaked with sweat, and his lower lip was full of bite marks. Hearing this, he slowly opened his confused eyes, his eyelashes were wet, the corners of his eyes were red, but his voice was broken and hoarse as if it was burned by fire:
"I……"
He moved his lips silently, confused and hesitant.
“I don’t know…”
Ying Wujiu stared at the pitch-black tent ceiling, feeling as if he had never walked out of the sword furnace. All he could see was darkness. When the karmic fire ignited, it turned red and burned his flesh, blood, and bones. Even though he had changed his name, the karmic fire still haunted him.
Over the years, he has been torn between love and hatred, but he could never forget the bone-wrenching pain and was trapped in the sea of suffering.
Seven hundred years, hundreds of thousands of days and nights, looking back now, it seems like a purgatory-like nightmare. During that long period of time, Ying Wujiu almost forgot who he was and why he was sealed. Only boundless hatred entangled with the raging fire, forging his burned corpse into a long sword.
Ying Wujiu's breathing suddenly became rapid, veins appeared on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and because of his uncontrollable emotions, a faint blue light suddenly appeared around his body.
Lu Yan could see clearly that it was the soul that was floating.
It is the magic weapon of the space station, and it will react whenever it senses the aura on its body.
Lu Yan's eyes flickered upon seeing this, and he couldn't help but slowly stretched out his hand, pressing his warm palm against Ying Wujiu's strong abdomen and moving it slowly upwards, all the way to his chest. Through the thin layer of flesh and blood, he could feel the heart and soul right below.
The shadows of the tent were shrouded in darkness. Ying Wujiu lay powerlessly between the blankets. He had no idea of Lu Yan's dark thoughts and easily exposed his most vulnerable and fatal part to the other party. With red eyes, he whispered, "Lu Yan..."
Lu Yan paused: "..."
Ying Wujiu raised his head and approached him: "Kiss me..."
He was in so much pain that he could not sleep day and night, and the pain only stopped when Lu Yan was by his side.
Lu Yan slowly retracted his fingertips, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally grabbed Ying Wujiu's chin tightly, lowered his head and kissed him fiercely. The red shark-toothed tent swayed slightly with their movements, just like the flame of a candle that was constantly jumping and wanted to burn everything in the world.
The night passed quickly, leaving the room in chaos.
Lu Yan did not really intend to keep Ying Wujiu from getting out of bed. The other party's cultivation was unfathomable. Even if his arms and legs were broken, they could be restored in an instant. It was not possible for him to be forced to lie prone on the bed. At worst, he could just accompany Ying Wujiu to the sword conference and then deal with the other party's moves.
However, no one knew what Ying Wujiu had done, but Lu Yan slept until the next afternoon. When he woke up, he found that the Xuan Cang Hall was empty and he was the only one left. The bone sword on the sword rack was nowhere to be seen.
Lu Yan looked down and found that his clothes were tidy. He thought Ying Wujiu had gone out. Then he remembered something and his face suddenly changed. He threw off the quilt with a whoosh and rushed out of the hall. As a result, as the door of the hall was just opened, a golden spear suddenly stabbed out from the side, blocking his way.
Lu Yan paused and looked in the direction he was standing. He saw a corpse guarding outside. His red eyes were calm and his handsome face was now covered with a pale grey color that only a dead person would have. His tone was cold:
"The Lord has ordered that you are not allowed to leave the Xuan Cang Palace without permission."
Lu Yan glanced at the dim sky and frowned slightly: "Where is the Lord?"
The corpse puppet uttered three words concisely: "Fei Jue Peak."
Lu Yan pushed his golden spear away, but he didn't expect that he couldn't move it after two attempts. He gritted his teeth a little, not understanding that Ying Wujiu had abandoned him to go to the Sword Contest:
"The Sword Contest is full of dangers. If the Lord goes there, it will definitely be dangerous. Why are you blocking me instead of guarding me? If something happens to the Lord, can you afford the responsibility?"
Unfortunately, his words might be useful to Fengsha, but useless to the corpse puppet. The opponent is a walking corpse, which has long lost all emotions and desires and only knows to follow orders. No matter how much Lu Yan talks, it is useless.
Lu Yan gritted his teeth secretly. He could fight with the corpse puppet, but this guy was stubborn. Unless he killed the corpse puppet, there was no way the other party would let him leave the Xuan Cang Palace. Besides, there were a bunch of demon cultivators guarding outside. He couldn't possibly kill them all one by one.
Lu Yan exhaled slowly, and suddenly a plan came to his mind: "My Lord, when you went to ask about the Sword Contest, did Saint Shui Mei follow you?"
The corpse puppet hummed lightly.
"Oh, that's good."
Lu Yan suddenly clapped his hands vigorously, looking very happy: "I have nothing to do anyway, General Puppet, why don't I tell you a story?"
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