Chapter 95 95 "Is Fellow Daoist Su afraid of me?" ...
Taoist Master Ci'en ordered the Taoist boy to prepare the cloud crane carriage and personally took the two of them to Longji Peak.
Before boarding the carriage, he pulled two jade boxes from his sleeves and gave them to Su Xiaoyuan and Lin Wan respectively. He said with a wry smile, "It's bitterly cold at the top of Dragon Ridge Peak. This Nei Yang Pill can ward off the cold. Take it, and perhaps you'll feel better."
Su Xiaoyuan thanked him and suddenly remembered that there were warm clothes in her Qiankun bag, which the puppet had packed and stuffed in for her before entering the secret realm. She quickly took them out.
When Lin Wan saw her taking out clothes, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. The severe cold of Longji Peak was so severe that it bit people's flesh and bones and penetrated every pore. Even a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage like her master could hardly resist it. What was the point of adding a piece of clothing?
The last time she went to Dragon Ridge Peak to deliver medicine, she used all kinds of high-level cold-resistant magic tools and elixirs, but she was still shivering with cold.
However, when Su Xiaoyuan unfolded the cloak, Taoist Ci'en asked casually, "Is this a winter coat?" Lin Wan's smile froze on her face instantly.
"Really?" Su Xiaoyuan shook her head and casually draped the cloak over her body. "I don't know either, but it's quite warm."
She really didn't know that this was brought back by the puppet one day. He said he found it at the market. It cost her a full 500,000 spirit stones, which made her feel painful for several days.
But it is really comfortable, warm in winter and cool in summer, and it is definitely worth the price.
After all, her puppet had worked under the Immortal Master Ling Yue, so he was knowledgeable and could always find some rare and good things. He was an expert at spending money.
Daoist Master Ci'en said, "That's right. The emerald green is tinged with gold, a unique color. It's the sheen unique to the down feathers of the cold-repelling bird."
This kind of precious clothing is priceless and cannot be bought even with money. Only one or two pieces can be found in the private storage of his junior brother.
Taoist Master Ci'en knew immediately that it must be the one he took out from his private vault when he returned from soul transfer last time and brought to Yunyu Sect to give to the girl.
When Su Xiaoyuan heard this, she wondered if this wasn't the golden pheasant fur coat from the world of immortal cultivation. Modern people's awareness of animal protection made her sit up and take notice.
Seeing her face turn pale, Daojun Ci'en guessed what she was thinking and said hurriedly, "The Bihan bird is extremely rare and cannot be hunted. If you hunt it and pluck its feathers, blood will flow into the feather tubes, and the feathers will immediately lose their luster and magical effect. Therefore, we can only collect their shed feathers. The Bihan bird sheds its feathers once every twenty years, so it takes a long time to collect them for a piece of clothing. Their down feathers are even rarer."
Su Xiaoyuan finally felt relieved: "That's good, otherwise I don't know how many birds I would have to kill to make a piece of clothing."
Taoist Master Ci'en nodded in appreciation, and his liking for the girl increased a little more. He had to say that his junior brother had good taste, although... the girl he liked was really beyond reproach.
Lin Wan sneered in her heart, thinking that her master was naive and believed that the Hehuan woman was just pretending.
If she was really as innocent and kind as she pretended to be, and had no tricks, how could she have bewitched Third Uncle so much that he not only helped her cheat in the trial but also gave her such a rare treasure.
Her mother had a bird-feather waistcoat for keeping out the cold, which was made of ordinary outer feathers. It was regarded as a family heirloom that was kept in the bottom of the box. They were not allowed to even touch it, let alone wear it.
But she couldn't imagine how her third uncle had opened up the joints of Dragon Ridge Peak.
It was said that her master was closer to Ling Yue Immortal Venerable on a daily basis. The Immortal Venerable didn't even give her master face, so how could he meet such a person?
Is it really because of the matter of Jing Ling?
Lin Wan bit her lip hard. She had really miscalculated. She just thought that it was someone planted by her third uncle. If she had known that it was a realm spirit, she would naturally not oppose him, but let the Hehuan girl get there first.
I guess Third Uncle must have found out something in advance.
Yes, since the matter of the formation can be revealed in advance, it is not surprising to know that there is a realm spirit in the secret realm.
She had just heard that the photo was still there, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried. Although she had not done anything wrong on the surface, the undercurrent beneath the surface could still be seen by those who were interested.
So today she must fight for the opportunity to meet him, at least she must not let that Hehuan girl see him first.
Although she believed in the character of Immortal Venerable Ling Yue, this Hehuan woman was very scheming and had no idea how many despicable tricks she had. Immortal Venerable usually did not care about worldly affairs and was devoted to seeking the truth. He seemed to have a pure heart. She wondered if he would be bewitched by the Hehuan woman and believe her slander.
She kept thinking over and over in her mind how to act and respond when she met the Immortal Lord, and rehearsed various possibilities in her mind. Unknowingly, the cloud car flew higher and higher. She was shocked to feel the cold air surrounding her from all directions. Even after taking the elixir, she was still so cold that she hugged her shoulders and shivered.
Su Xiaoyuan didn't feel cold at all. She admired the magnificent scenery of the Taiyan Peaks. She also sent a message to the puppet man asking him to go back first, but the puppet man insisted on waiting for her.
Soon, the cloud car stopped outside the gate of Wuji Palace.
The three of them got out of the car. Lin Wan's teeth were chattering from the cold, and even someone as powerful as Taoist Master Ci'en had his lips slightly blue from the cold. Only Su Xiaoyuan was protected by her cold-resistant clothes and didn't feel cold at all.
She secretly sighed in her heart that the 500,000 spirit stones were worth it.
In front of the palace gate is the mountain protection formation.
Taoist Master Ci'en asked them to wait outside the formation for a while and began to draw talismans in the air - this talisman changed each time and was like a key. Without the permission of the junior disciple, no one could pass through the formation.
After drawing the talisman, the airtight formation revealed a gap the size of a doorway, allowing them to pass through.
Taoist Master Ci'en let Su Xiaoyuan enter first.
Su Xiaoyuan walked into the formation nervously. When she looked up, she saw billions of dense blue-white lights hanging in the air above her, like countless sharp swords, which seemed like they would fall down at any time and prick her like a hedgehog, which was creepy.
As expected of the Immortal Master Lingyue, even his mountain protection formation is so fierce.
Fortunately, she passed through safely, and the sword beams were still hanging in the air motionless.
She waited at the other end of the formation for the other two to pass.
"Awan, come in too." said Taoist Ci'en.
Lin Wan calmed herself down, held her head high and walked steadily towards the formation.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped into the formation, the sword lights that were just hanging in the air suddenly fell down.
After all, Lin Wan had the Nascent Soul cultivation base, so she reacted quickly and retreated, shouting in a trembling voice, "Master—"
Taoist Master Ci'en behind her was startled and immediately made a hand gesture and cast a spell, and a strong spiritual energy covered his disciple in time.
However, those sword beams did not let the invader go easily. They chased her out of the formation and hit the spiritual shield one after another, and were about to shatter it.
Taoist Master Ci'en quickly injected more spiritual power, while distracting himself to convey secret messages to his junior fellow apprentice, but no one responded.
The sword attacks became more and more fierce. No matter how Taoist Ci'en infused his spirit into it, it was of no avail. The light of the spiritual shield became weaker and weaker. With a loud sound like broken glass, it was completely shattered into pieces.
Thousands of sword beams attacked Lin Wan from all directions, and were about to prick her like a hedgehog. In desperation, Taoist Master Ci'en could only push his spiritual power to the extreme, and even sucked out the air sea, bursting out a green light to block most of the sword beams.
However, there were still a few that penetrated through the defense and pierced through Lin Wan's flesh and blood.
Lin Wan screamed in pain, and several bloody holes appeared on her body in an instant. Although no vital parts were injured, the pain made her break out in cold sweats.
Just when she thought it was finally over, a strong wind suddenly blew out from the formation.
Before she could react, she was swept up by the biting cold wind, mixed with snow foam, ice chips and rocks, and thrown off the cliff.
Her back slammed against the ice steps and she rolled all the way down. The ice steps were slippery and she rolled faster and faster until she rolled down hundreds of steps.
Taoist Master Ci'en was horrified and flew after him, finally intercepting his disciple in the middle of the ice steps.
After all this ordeal, even though Lin Wan was a strong and healthy Nascent Soul cultivator, he was dying, with several bloody holes on his body and more than a dozen broken bones. Even if he had a miraculous hand to bring him back to health, he would have to lie down for two or three months before he could get out of bed.
It was not until then that he received news from his junior brother.
"I forgot to tell Second Senior Brother that I slightly modified the formation at Dragon Ridge Peak the other day. Anyone trespassing will be attacked directly." The man's voice was clear of anger. "I didn't know Second Senior Brother's disciple was coming, so I accidentally injured her. I'm really sorry."
Taoist Master Ci'en knew very well that the ancestor had done it on purpose. He had probably been sending out his spiritual sense to watch Miss Su eagerly since she came up the mountain.
But he couldn't say anything. After all, Longji Peak was his junior brother's place, and he was the one who brought unrelated people here without authorization. He just didn't expect his junior brother to be so cruel to his disciples.
Even though he didn't like being disturbed by outsiders, he just drove her out of the formation last time. Could it be that there was some kind of conflict in the secret realm?
He didn't have time to think about it and sighed: "Awan is injured, I will take her to the medicine house for treatment first."
Ling Yue Immortal Venerable said: "If you are short of any medicinal herbs, please go to my warehouse and get them yourself."
Taoist Master Ci'en knew that he had all kinds of rare medicinal herbs in his warehouse, but he didn't dare to take his words seriously. He just thanked him, called for a crane carriage, and carried his disciple on the carriage to go down the mountain.
He felt very uncomfortable after draining his Qi Hai, but he still endured the discomfort and comforted his disciples in a soft voice.
Lin Wan cried in his arms, tears streaming down her face: "Master... Why would the Immortal Master treat me like this? How did I offend the Immortal Master? I haven't even seen him since I joined the sect..."
Daojun Ci'en thought to himself that you had already seen it, but you just didn't know it. However, he couldn't tell her this, so he could only say, "Your junior uncle hates others making their own decisions. It's my fault for not trying to persuade you even though I knew it was happening. Just focus on healing and don't bother your uncle again by going to Dragon Ridge Peak."
Lin Wan: "Disciple doesn't understand... why even that... even Fellow Daoist Su can see Junior-Master Uncle, but it's so difficult for me to even see him once..."
Taoist Master Ci'en didn't know how to explain this to his disciple, so he could only say, "You are you, and others are others. There's no need to compare yourself with others. I know you're strong-willed, but excessive stubbornness can easily lead to failure. You need to cultivate your character."
Lin Wan was completely disappointed with this mediocre and incompetent master. She felt chilled to the bone and closed her eyes without saying a word.
Su Xiaoyuan watched helplessly as the heroine was chased by sword light, with several bloody holes stabbed in her body. Before she could even react, the heroine was swept up by the strong wind and thrown off the cliff. The whole process took at most one or two minutes.
She knew that Immortal Master Ling Yue was cruel, but she didn't expect him to be so cruel, even to the disciples of his own sect. If she, a stranger, offended him in any way, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Is it too late to escape now?
No, if she runs away, she might be the one being chased by the sword light.
Just as he was thinking about it, a very pleasant and gentle voice was heard from the depths of the palace: "Sorry, there was an accident with the formation and it scared Fellow Daoist Su. Fellow Daoist Su, please come in."
Su Xiaoyuan was stunned when she heard the voice, because the voice was exactly the same as Fu Shiyu's.
That's right, I should have thought of it earlier. Since his appearance is a one-to-one replica of Ling Yue Xianzun, it's normal that his voice is the same.
But the same voice, but different tone.
Fu Shiyu is more like a puppet, cold and indifferent, but for some reason he makes people feel friendly.
The voice sounded gentle, yet it carried a sinister aura that sent shivers down her spine. It was like the kind of crazy, yandere, psychopathic killers she'd only seen in novels, gentle and polite on the surface, smiling politely one moment and then slicing your head off the next.
Think about it, Jing Ling was his style when he was fifteen years old, and the puppet man was also abandoned by him three years ago. I don’t know what happened in the past few years that made him evolve from being aloof to being perverted.
Su Xiaoyuan was so scared that her legs went weak and she couldn't walk at all.
"I'm sorry," the voice said after a moment's silence, then became even more gentle and considerate. "I'm afraid Fellow Daoist Su doesn't know the way. Please wait a moment. I..."
Fu Tingyun wanted to say, "I'll go pick you up later," but then he felt that was a bit suspicious and changed his words, "I'll send Linghe to pick you up."
Su Xiaoyuan didn't dare to trouble his noble crane, and quickly said, "No, no, thank you, Immortal Venerable. I can find the way myself..."
She was not lying, because she was now standing at the palace gate, and looking inside the gate, there was only a straight and monotonous road.
The voice said, "I'm in the side hall. Go through the courtyard, pass the second door, turn left, and walk through a garden."
The instructions were very clear. Su Xiaoyuan said "I understand" repeatedly, took a deep breath, and walked inside with heavy legs, as if she was going to the execution ground.
Originally she was quite happy that Lin Wan came along, hoping that more people would distract her attention. However, she didn't expect the formation to be deployed, and she also lost the Taoist Master Ci'en. Now she was left alone to face the cruel life.
She walked very slowly, but although the road looked long, she walked surprisingly fast, as if she had used some magic to shrink the distance to an inch, and in just a few minutes she reached the garden.
I didn't expect that although it was freezing cold outside, there was an exquisite garden hidden in the Wuji Palace. It was warm like spring, with bees and butterflies flying around, and all kinds of exotic flowers and plants blooming. The pavilions and waterside terraces were exquisitely crafted, with a small misty lake in the middle, where golden fish could be seen swimming happily. There was even a swing surrounded by wisteria flowers and roses by the lake.
The wisteria flowers and roses are obviously also rare treasures. The wisteria flowers are silver and have a unique fragrance, while the roses come in five colors and are as big as a bowl when in full bloom.
Even though Su Xiaoyuan was nervous, she secretly sighed that Immortal Ling Yue knew how to enjoy life.
When she read the book, she imagined him to be pure and unselfish, and his residence to be as cold and icy as a snow cave. The outside of Wuji Palace was exactly as she imagined, but she didn't expect that she would find a different world when she entered.
It’s no wonder when you think about it. Everything about Immortal Master Ling Yue comes from the heroine’s memories, and the heroine has obviously never been here.
"Please come in, Fellow Daoist Su." The voice urged again.
Su Xiaoyuan inexplicably sensed a hint of excitement in the voice, as if the owner of the voice could not wait any longer.
Can't wait to do something? She subconsciously touched her neck.
The sunset seemed to be particularly early at Dragon's Back Peak. She estimated that it was only a little before five o'clock and the sun was about to set. As she walked into the garden, the spirit stone lamps in the garden and the side hall happened to light up, making the exotic flowers sparkle, as if they were made of gems.
Su Xiaoyuan walked through the garden, climbed the high steps, and came to the door of the side hall.
Just as she was about to take a peek inside through the beaded curtain, it suddenly rolled up, scaring her so much that she took a step back.
The curtain rolled up, and a man stood up from the desk and walked towards her.
Su Xiaoyuan's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and the back of her neck felt as if a tendon was pinched in someone's hand. Her whole body was stiff as a piece of wood, and she dared not even breathe.
She didn't dare to look up at his face. She only saw his frosty white robe reaching the ground as he approached little by little.
Su Xiaoyuan was almost suffocated by the overwhelming pressure. The remaining bit of rationality controlled her body and she saluted stiffly: "Even...Junior Su, I pay my respects to Immortal Master Ling Yue."
"Friend Su, there's no need to be so polite," the man said, stopping in front of her and gently supporting her elbow. "You and I are close in age, so we can just treat each other as equals."
Su Xiaoyuan was almost scared to tears and kept saying "I dare not".
Immortal Lingyue led her into the hall, saying, "I'm truly sorry to have troubled Fellow Daoist Su to come to my humble abode because of the matter concerning the realm spirit. Fellow Daoist Su, please don't feel constrained and just treat this place as your own home."
What home? What own home? Whose home?
Su Xiaoyuan's head was buzzing.
For some reason, the more polite and approachable he was, the more afraid she became.
Fu Tingyun realized he had been too hasty and invited her to take a seat, adding, "Fellow Daoist Su has participated in the Dragon Ridge Peak Trial. Perhaps soon we will become fellow disciples, just like family. Fellow Daoist Su, please come visit me often."
If she hadn't seen with her own eyes what happened to her "family member" Lin Wan, she would have believed his lies.
Su Xiaoyuan reluctantly said, "Thank you, Immortal Venerable."
As soon as we sat down, a Taoist boy came in holding a tea tray and fruits.
Su Xiaoyuan raised her head and was about to say thank you, but suddenly she saw a face without any facial features. She was so scared that she almost overturned the tea table in front of her.
"These are puppets," Ling Yue Immortal Venerable explained. "I don't like having living people walking around, so there are no servants at Dragon Ridge Peak. Did that scare Fellow Daoist Su?"
Su Xiaoyuan was still frightened: "No, no..."
Even if he uses a puppet, there's no need to choose such a gloomy one. Isn't he afraid?
Obviously he's not afraid, because he's a pervert.
Ling Yue Xianzun picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of her: "Fellow Daoist Su, please have some tea."
Su Xiaoyuan hurriedly thanked him, picked up the teacup in her hand, lowered her head and took a small sip.
Ling Yue Xianzun picked up another plate of cakes and placed it in front of her: "Friend Su, try this."
Su Xiaoyuan glanced at his slender fingers as white as jade, which were even whiter than the snow-white cuffs. His nails were clean and beautiful blue veins were faintly visible on the back of his hand, like an exquisite work of art.
Killing people is also an art.
Su Xiaoyuan somehow imagined the hand strangling her neck and breaking it with a "crack", and she was immediately frightened and turned pale.
She was in no mood to drink tea and eat cakes. She just hoped that he would finish his questions quickly and let her go. However, Ling Yuexianzun didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He drank tea leisurely and recommended fruits and cakes to her, but didn't mention business.
After a long time, he gently put down the teacup. The fine thin porcelain knocked on the tea table, making a light sound like metal and stone, and Su Xiaoyuan's heart trembled.
"Are you afraid of me, Brother Su?" the man asked.
What kind of fatal question is this?
Su Xiaoyuan didn't know how to answer. She wanted to say something polite, but her tongue seemed to be frozen and her mind was blank. She could only shake her head blankly.
"Then why does Fellow Daoist Su keep his head down?" the man asked again.
Su Xiaoyuan had no choice but to straighten her stiff neck little by little, but her eyes wandered vaguely for a while before falling on his face.
As expected, his face was exactly the same as Fu Shiyu's.
But it's too easy to tell the two apart.
Jing Ling was cold and aloof, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, but the man in front of her had a gentle and amiable look, with a perfect arc at the corner of his mouth, as if a standard yandere smile was welded on his face.
The most terrifying thing was his eyes. Although he was smiling, they flashed with a faint cold light, as if there was a wild beast that had been hungry for three days hiding behind him, ready to pounce and eat her alive at any time.
She lowered her head in fear after just one look.
Immortal Master Ling Yue did not say anything, but just poured her cup of tea one after another.
Su Xiaoyuan didn't dare to look at him and had to drink tea one cup after another.
As the sky gradually darkened, no business was said, but several cups of tea were drunk.
Su Xiaoyuan was worried about the puppet still waiting for her outside the mountain gate. Thinking that this was not a solution, she asked, "Immortal Venerable, did you ask me to come here to ask about the secret realm?"
"No hurry," Ling Yue Immortal Venerable put down his teacup and glanced out the window, seeming a little surprised. "It's already this late. Fellow Daoist Su must be hungry, right? Let's talk after dinner."
Su Xiaoyuan: Help!
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