Chapter 241 Buried
"I've heard for a long time that Sect Master Tan neglected sleep and food during his practice. I didn't expect that he didn't rest at night and practiced swords here."
Ying Wujiu met Tan Yue's murderous gaze head-on, and anyone could hear the sarcasm in his words.
Tan Yue had just lost a piece of his soul, and his face was extremely ugly. The thief had just moved so strangely and rushed towards him with a clear purpose. Looking at the entire Demon Realm, only Ying Wujiu could fight him on equal terms. For the first time in his life, he lost his compassionate look that showed he was not surprised by anything, stared at Ying Wujiu and said coldly word by word:
"I was meditating in the palace just now, but I never thought that there were thieves in the Demon Realm. During the fight, I accidentally destroyed the palace. Should Lord Ying give me an explanation?!"
Um?
Upon hearing this, Ying Wujiu folded his arms, his eyes were cold, and he was interested: "You damaged my palace and you want me to give you an explanation? Sect Master Tan, why didn't I realize you were so shameless before?"
Tan Yue became more and more certain that Xinpo was the one who should be snatched away. He quietly clenched the hilt of the sword, veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he was a little out of control: "But I don't know who is more shameless between you and me, stealing in secret!"
As soon as these remarks, which were full of hidden motives, were uttered, they immediately caused a huge uproar. Everyone looked at Ying Wujiu with fear and suspicion. These famous and upright sects were already very nervous when staying in the Demon Realm. They thought that maybe Ying Wujiu was planning to kill someone to silence him, and was caught by Sect Leader Tan?
Ying Wujiu raised his eyebrows lightly: "Oh? Theft? Did Sect Master Tan lose anything valuable?"
Tan Yue's face froze, and he slowly exhaled: "No."
Ying Wujiu asked again: "Then did Sect Master Tan see what that person looked like?"
Tan Yue gritted his teeth silently: "I didn't see his face, but he was injured by my sword, so there must be scars on his body."
Upon hearing this, Ying Wujiu's lips curled slightly, and the eyes behind the mask stared at Tan Yue quietly, like a gorgeous yet dangerous venomous snake: "Master Tan is the number one sword cultivator in the world, how could you not even be able to stop a thief? Strange things happen every year, but this year there are especially many. You keep saying that I stole secretly, but you can't tell me the origin of the thief, nor what that person wanted to steal..."
He waved his sleeves as if the donor was making trouble, and said calmly: "Well, since Sect Master Tan insists that there is a thief, then there must be one. Go and search, and make sure to find this person!"
"yes!"
Upon hearing this, the guards behind him immediately took orders and divided into several teams to search for the thief. However, the donors all said sarcastically, "I'm afraid this person is like a drop in the ocean, and it will be difficult to find his trace. It's not a big deal if he stole from me today, but it would be very bad if he stole from Master Ying in the future."
It has always been the case that Ying Wujiu is irritable to others, but it is not the case that others are irritable to Ying Wujiu. Hearing this, he spread out his arms and lazily shook his long sleeves. The seductive red clothes wrapped around his rebellious nature. He said in a low voice with a cold smile: "I am not like Sect Master Tan. I don't have anything valuable on me, just a few broken bones. But there are rumors outside that Sect Master Tan sent people to kill innocent Taoist friends everywhere in order to seize their hearts and souls. I guess he must have saved a lot of hearts and souls, right?"
Good news never travels far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. When Lu Yan was at the inn, he talked about the bad things that the donors had done as if he were telling a story. The news had already spread among the disciples of various sects. Although many people were skeptical, reputation is something that cannot be stopped once there is even the slightest flaw.
Don Yue ignored the strange looks from the clan leaders and said expressionlessly: "It is up to others to discredit me. I have done things with a clear conscience and I don't need to prove anything."
“Snap, snap, snap—”
The silence was broken by a sudden sound of applause. Ying Wujiu raised his hands and clapped, saying meaningfully, "After all these years, Sect Master Tan really hasn't changed at all."
It looked exactly the same as the disgusting one in his memory...
Today's incident was too strange. The guards searched the entire Feijue Peak but could not find the thief that Tan Yue mentioned. In the end, they had to end the case hastily. Ying Wujiu naturally would not bother to pursue it, not to mention... an impossible guess vaguely emerged in his mind.
When I returned to the bedroom, it was completely silent except for a barely perceptible smell of blood in the air.
Ying Wujiu waved everyone away and walked to the bed, only to see the quilt was bulging and Lu Yan was sleeping inside. A cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself, maybe he saw a ghost, because when he woke up, there was no one there, and when he turned around, he appeared out of thin air.
Ying Wujiu said in a low and dangerous voice: "Lu Yan."
Lu Yan originally wanted to pretend that he didn't hear anything, but he couldn't fall asleep under Ying Wujiu's gaze. He squinted and said, "Eh? My Lord, when did you come back?"
Still pretending!
Ying Wujiu directly tore off the quilt wrapped around Lu Yan, and as expected, he found that his body was covered with small cuts from the sword. The blood had overflowed and dyed his clothes red, which was quite shocking under the moonlight.
Ying Wujiu was startled at first, then his expression suddenly turned gloomy and scary. He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth and said, "You don't want to live anymore! How dare you go and cause trouble for Tan Yue alone!"
Lu Yan is a rookie who hasn't even passed the foundation-building stage. Fighting against Tan Yue is like hitting a rock with an egg. You have to know that the opponent is at the half-step golden immortal realm. Although Ying Wujiu guessed that today's incident might be related to Lu Yan, he didn't expect him to be so bold as to not even care about his own life!
Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Lu Yan smiled and sat up from the bed. His shirt was bloody and messy, and he looked lazy. He didn't have the slightest fear of escaping death. "I saw that he had a spirit, so I wanted to secretly investigate. I didn't expect to be discovered. Fortunately, I hid quickly and he didn't really hurt me. These minor injuries will heal in two days."
Lu Yan sighed secretly as he spoke. If he hadn't been lacking energy to heal his wounds, he wouldn't have shown his true colors in front of Ying Wujiu.
Ying Wujiu's face became even uglier: "Do you think that Tan Yue is really kindhearted just because his nickname is the Sword of Compassion?! These sword auras will not dissipate when stained with blood, and will not be effective against medicine. Instead, they will penetrate deep into the wound over time, causing people to suffer from debilitating pain. They are extremely vicious!"
Lu Yan's eyes hid a smile, but he still looked frivolous: "What can I do? I can only trouble the Lord to collect the body for me."
Ying Wujiu grabbed his hand, frowned and said in a deep voice: "Don't say such things!"
He is even more cautious about life and death than Lu Yan.
After that, his tone slowed down again: "Take off your clothes, I will heal you."
Ying Wujiu asked Lu Yan to take off his shirt while he treated his wounds. As his spiritual power flowed, the bright red wounds began to heal slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was not difficult to see how ferocious Tan Yue's sword energy was that even Ying Wujiu had such a hard time treating him, let alone others.
The last wound was on the palm of his hand, which severed Lu Yan's life line. Ying Wujiu held his hand and stroked the wound with spiritual power. In the blink of an eye, it was healed.
Lu Yan held his hand in front of his eyes and carefully looked at his palm lines. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Why is my life line so short? If a fortune teller in the world saw it, he would definitely say that I am destined to die young."
The fire that had just been extinguished by Ying Wujiu when he heard this started to burn again: "If you don't want to live, just tell me earlier, and I will personally save you!"
Lu Yan blinked, seemingly not understanding why he was so angry.
Ying Wujiu suddenly realized that his emotions were somewhat out of control, and he was silent for a moment. He slowly spread out his palms and placed them against Lu Yan's. He saw the winding lines on his palms, but the line belonging to life was faint and had disappeared long ago.
"According to what you said, I am destined to die young."
But he did die once when he was young, and his remaining condition was no better than that of a zombie, just a walking corpse...
Seeing this, Lu Yan was about to say something, but Ying Wujiu lowered his head and bit his fingertips, squeezing out a drop of blood, which then snaked along his severed lifeline, leaving a red mark on his palm, and whispered earnestly:
"Now that you have a longer life, I will personally extend your life..."
"From now on, you are not allowed to talk nonsense about life and death..."
He did not believe in ghosts and gods, but at this moment he was afraid that Lu Yan really lived up to the rumors of his early death, so from then on he began to avoid matters of life and death.
Lu Yan looked at the bloodstains that were gradually solidifying on his palms, and felt his hands were slightly burned. He leaned on Ying Wujiu's legs and looked at him without saying a word. Finally, he gently poked Ying Wujiu's face with his fingertips and said with a smile:
"My Lord, I will not die."
He is the immortal manager of time and space.
Ying Wujiu found Lu Yan's smiling face very hateful, but he just couldn't get angry. He lowered his head to look at Lu Yan, almost touching his nose. Their breaths merged and entangled together. He softened his tone rarely, "How stupid! How can someone in the world be immortal..."
If there really is immortality, why would people in the world pursue that ray of fate and turn the three realms upside down?
Lu Yan reached out and held Ying Wujiu's face, and kissed him: "It's true, I won't let you die."
Ying Wujiu was startled for a moment, then he smiled and didn't take it to heart.
How could the donor just let it go after losing a heart soul in vain? In the following days, almost every part of Feijue Peak was investigated by him. Ying Wujiu watched coldly and did not intervene. Lu Yan also stayed in the bedroom to recuperate and did not go out. In the blink of an eye, the day of the Sword-Asking Conference arrived.
Ying Wujiu set up three levels, in the final analysis it was just to make things difficult on purpose, to eliminate all those who took advantage of the situation, and also to deal with all the disciples from the immortal sects who came to participate in the Sword-asking Conference. By the time they passed the three levels, those people were already in a state of despair, with only one in ten left.
"Yue... Elder Yuedeng... the exit is just ahead, right?"
Xiao Quan led the Wuwang Sect disciple Langxie behind him to climb up the mountain. They saw that their white clothes were already tattered and covered with blood and mud. They were not much different from beggars. The female disciples of Tianyu Sect were slightly better, but not much better. Among them, only Elder Yuedeng who was walking in front could barely maintain his decency.
This place is on the mountainside of Feijue Peak. In addition to the Wuwang Sect and the Tianyu Sect, there are many other sect disciples who are also on the way. Without exception, they are all in a very bad state. They were tortured badly in the three levels and lost many of their fellow disciples before they were qualified to participate in the Sword Questioning Conference.
Yuedeng protected the Wuwang Sect for a while because of the close relationship between the two sects. Otherwise, Xiao Quan and his gang would have been kicked out long ago with their incompetent skills.
Seeing the mountain peak approaching, she frowned imperceptibly, "Don't talk too much, speed up."
Xiao Quan was sweating profusely. He glanced down the mountain unconsciously after hearing this, unable to hide his worry: "Elder Yue... Elder Yuedeng... Could my senior brother be trapped in there?"
Ever since they were forcibly separated at the second level, they had not seen Lu Yan again. Even the taciturn swordsman who followed him disappeared, and it was unknown whether he had failed to pass the third level.
Xiao Quan secretly groaned in his heart. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that the Sword-asking Contest would most likely involve fighting. The leader of the Tanyue Sect was a bodhisattva who didn't care about anything. Who would take care of these small fry when the time came? They had finally met Lu Yan, the backbone, but he had disappeared.
Yue Deng said without much comment: "If your brother survives this disaster, he will surely have good fortune in the future."
Xiao Quan was dumbfounded: "Then...what if he's dead?"
Yuedeng: "Then I'll just pray for the best."
Xiao Quan: “…”
Originally, various sects and schools had sent nearly five hundred disciples to participate in the Sword-Asking Contest. However, after three rounds and one screening, there were less than two hundred people left. When the sect leaders came out to greet them, they found that their beloved disciples had been tortured terribly. They cursed Ying Wujiu in their hearts for being despicable and shameless. However, even though they cursed, they had to swallow their anger and smile and say "thank you for your advice" on the surface. They agreed to rest for a night and officially start the Sword-Asking Contest tomorrow.
Xi Nian came at this time.
There was a gurgling stream beside a small pond at the back mountain. The bright moonlight was spread on the water, sparkling with sparkling light. However, the terrain of Feijue Peak was rugged and it was very cold at high altitudes. Although the scenery there was beautiful, few people could resist the cold.
"Tomorrow is the Sword-asking Contest. Donyue will certainly find an excuse to cause trouble. He has long wanted to wipe out the Demon Realm and will not miss this opportunity of all the major factions gathering together. When he and the Demon Realm are both defeated, we will take action to take back the Heart and Soul."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yan folded his arms, leaned against a stone mountain beside him and remained silent. It would be no problem to seize the hearts and souls from Tan Yue, but the difficulty lay in the fact that there was still a heart and soul on Ying Wujiu's body.
Tsk, this is really difficult...
Even if Lu Yan didn't fight for it, Xi Nian would have fought for it. Even if neither of them fought for it, the executor would have taken action himself in the end. In short, a divine object like the heart soul could never remain in the human world, so Ying Wujiu was destined not to get this heart soul.
Lu Yan raised his eyebrows lightly: "Didn't you say that Tan Yue has the good fortune of heaven? What should we do if we can't kill him?"
Xi Nian turned around and said calmly: "If we can't kill him, there will naturally be someone who can. Ying Wujiu also has the luck of heaven. It depends on who of the two of them will win."
An unwilling possibility suddenly occurred to Lu Yan. He lowered his head and used a straw stick to tease the ants in the cracks of the rocks, muttering, "What if Ying Wujiu is dead?"
Xi Nian was puzzled: "He's dead, so what? Do you want to be buried with him?"
Lu Yan: “…”
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