Xie Changji followed Qin Xiansheng for three days, and he sent messages to Hua Xiangwan every day to inform her of the situation.

Actually, there is nothing much to say. Qin Xinsheng did nothing along the way. He traveled day and night to get the wine back before the engagement banquet.

Three days later, Qin Minsheng finally arrived at his mother's grave. Xie Changji sent a message to Hua Xiangwan and followed Qin Minsheng up the mountain.

He followed Qin Xiansheng not far away. Qin Xiansheng arrived at his mother's grave, simply removed the weeds, dug out the wine from in front of the grave, and put it into his Qiankun bag.

He opened a pot and poured half of it to his mother. Then he whispered, "Mom, I'm going to get married. It's the girl you met last time. I think you should like her."

"From now on, I will no longer be attached to the Wugu Sect. I will not care about fame, wealth, bloodline, status, or class."

"Mom, you don't have to worry about me. Go on the path of reincarnation with peace of mind."

As he spoke, he lifted up the wine jar and took a sip of wine.

At this moment, Xie Changji noticed some rustling sounds around him, and at the same time, an inexplicable danger was approaching. He immediately reinforced the barrier for himself to hide.

The intuition of cultivators is very sharp. Although his cultivation level in the illusion has returned to that of two hundred years ago and he is only a primordial infant, his intuition that has been honed over the years and is in harmony with the Way of Heaven is still as accurate as ever.

Soon after he sensed the danger, Qin Xinsheng also realized something was wrong and said in a cold voice: "Who!"

Just as he finished speaking, a golden bug suddenly attacked from the side. Qin Xiansheng drew his sword, turned around, and chopped the golden bug off.

In an instant, snakes and insects came in like a wave in the forest. Qin Xiansheng swept his sword across, clearing a path, and immediately tried to escape with the sword.

However, a hand broke out of the soil beneath his feet and grabbed his wrist. Qin Xinsheng cut off the arm with a sword, and the hand flew out, but there was no drop of blood. Instead, a rotten corpse broke out of the soil.

The Wugu Sect can use insects to control corpses, but only high-ranking Wugu Sect members can do this, and controlling so many corpses at the same time...

"Wu Chu?!"

Qin Xinsheng reacted instantly. This time it was the leader of the Wugu Sect, his biological father, who came in person!

Wu Chu is at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage, and there is a world of difference between them. There is no way he can be Wu Chu's opponent.

The moment he spoke, the rotten corpses that had crawled out of the mud rushed out directly!

These rotten corpses moved extremely quickly. Although they were only at the Foundation Establishment stage, they had no consciousness at all and were not afraid of pain. As their numbers grew, they swarmed over and actually trapped Qin Xiansheng.

Xie Changji hid in the tree and quietly raised his hand to the sword, sensing that a greater danger was lurking nearby.

Qin Xiansheng was surrounded in the forest. He was like a lion at the end of his rope, struggling desperately with the hyenas beside him. Xie Changji noticed that his spiritual power began to weaken, and the sword in his hand also slowed down. Just a moment later, a golden insect suddenly flew out and rushed straight to Qin Xiansheng's forehead!

Qin Xiansheng's eyes widened, and he felt a sharp pain on his forehead, followed by a numbness spreading throughout his body. His feet went soft, and he could no longer hold on, and fell to his knees.

At this time, the rotting corpses and poisonous insects, snakes and ants finally calmed down, and people in wide robes and heavy buns emerged from the dense forest.

Qin Xiansheng couldn't use any strength in his body. He panted and looked up at his surroundings. His eyes were fixed on the man walking in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Wu Chu."

The man looked calm. He did not walk up to him. Instead, he led everyone to the side. Everyone bowed slightly, and the snakes and insects made way for them, as if they were waiting for someone to show up.

The wind was getting colder, blowing dead leaves through Qin Xiansheng's hair. He said in a cold voice, "What do you want to do?"

"What you promised."

A young man's gentle voice came from the forest: "Have you forgotten?"

When this voice came, it brought an invisible pressure on Qin Xinsheng.

There was a faint smell of blood in the wind, and Qin Xiansheng sensed danger and clenched his sword. He knew what the other party was talking about. The only thing he had promised but regretted was to get close to Hu Mian.

"I've already said that I'm not going to do this anymore."

Qin Xinsheng panted softly and struggled to get up: "Just kill me!"

"We've been following him for so long," the young man's voice was getting closer and closer. They saw a small sedan in the distance, strolling out of the forest. "Humian only has eyes for you, how can you die?"

"You were born in a humble body, don't you want to climb above everyone else? You were insulted and laughed at, and your mother suffered a lot in her life because of her mortal status. Don't you want to prove that an ant can also become an eagle?"

"Let me go!"

Qin Xiansheng wanted to fight, but the sedan chair slowly stopped in front of him.

"Qin Xiansheng, feelings mean nothing."

A pair of white, almost transparent fingertips poked out from the cloud curtain. Xie Changji felt that the spiritual energy around him suddenly shook violently. The sky changed color, and there were lightning and thunder. It seemed that some rules were completely twisted and destroyed. A ray of light from the young man's fingertips enveloped Qin Xinsheng. Qin Xinsheng felt as if his soul was completely torn apart. He could not help but cry out in pain and struggled hard. However, the golden insect and the huge gap in strength suppressed him severely. He twisted and struggled on the ground like an ant.

Xie Changji watched calmly as Qin Xinsheng's soul was torn apart alive by the man in front of him. Then a white light rose from his head and floated lightly into the young man's hands.

At this time, Qin Xiansheng's expression gradually calmed down. His face was pale, but his eyes were very cold.

The young man's voice was gentle yet cold: "Those who have loved will stop loving, those who have hated will stay together, and only the strong can be eternal."

Qin Xinsheng didn't say anything, so the young man asked again: "I will give you another chance. Give up Hu Mian and cooperate with us. You will get the qualification to inherit the Wu Gu Sect. In the future, you may become one of the nine sect leaders, calling the shots in the Western Territory, second only to one person and above ten thousand people. Or -"

The young man chuckled: "To die here for a woman."

Qin Xinsheng listened to this and looked up at the white light in the young man's hand: "What did you do to me?"

"I just took away one of your souls. Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, and desire." The young man opened his hands, and vaguely saw a little man in the white light. "Among the seven souls, only the soul of 'love' has been cleared for you."

Qin Xiansheng didn't say anything. He stared at the spirit for a long time, and finally spoke: "What do you want me to do?"

"This poison is called 'Bliss'. After taking it, one will become drunk, confused, and have their spiritual power blocked. On the day of your engagement party, you tried to get someone in Hehuan Palace to take it."

"It's already been poisoned," Qin Xiansheng sneered, "why not just use the poison directly?"

"The more toxic it is, the easier it is to detect."

The young man was not annoyed and responded patiently: "With Qin Yinyu here, there is no poison in the world that she cannot test. But this 'Bliss' is a new creation of the Medicine Sect. It is not a poison, but just a strong liquor. It is not toxic."

"What on earth do you want to do?" Qin Xiansheng stared at the sedan chair, "Who are you?"

The young man said nothing. Wu Chu raised his eyes and scolded him coldly: "You idiot! Don't be rude."

"Everyone has his own agenda."

The young man did not seem to be offended, and said with a hint of laughter: "The Hehuan Palace has become so powerful, and the monks have such high cultivation, why not use them as food to feed the people?"

It was not uncommon for the Western Territory to directly plunder the cultivation of other cultivators in the past, but since the Hehuan Palace became powerful, it has always strived to avoid this matter and has not made it public for many years.

Hearing this, Qin Xinsheng understood what they meant. He said coldly: "You want to eat them?"

The young man did not reply. He seemed to be staring in one direction. Xie Changji suddenly felt something was wrong. At that moment, a transparent green dragon suddenly jumped out from the carriage and roared towards Xie Changji!

Xie Changji drew his sword without hesitation, concentrated all his skills and slashed fiercely at the Azure Dragon!

The sword light and the blue dragon collided with each other, and the spiritual power surged out, forcing everyone to open the barrier immediately.

The cultivation level of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, which was far superior to Xie Changji's, knocked him away violently. As soon as Xie Changji landed on the ground, he immediately realized the opponent's strength and had no desire to fight. He instantly turned into a ray of Dharma light and disappeared.

"Chase."

The young man in the carriage spoke in a cold voice: "I smashed his voice transmission jade token. He couldn't contact anyone, so I sent people over to block the road to Helu Huan Palace and killed him directly."

"yes."

Wu Chu responded immediately. The young man in the carriage raised his hand and pushed Qin Xiansheng's soul towards Qin Xiansheng: "Qin Xiansheng, I will return this soul to you. It is up to you to choose."

A soft white light fell into Qin Xiansheng's hands. He took the light and the sedan chair was lifted up. The young man said calmly: "Life or death, it's your choice."

Qin Xinsheng didn't say anything. He knelt on the ground, holding the white light in his hand.

When everyone turned around, he finally spoke: "Why don't you just control me?"

Hearing this, the young man laughed and said, "Do you know that the only thing in this world that cannot be controlled is the human heart?"

Qin Xiansheng raised his eyes and looked at the sedan, which was moving away into the distance.

"I can control your body, but if you are not Qin Xiansheng, how could Hu Mian not know?"

"Only if you are Qin Xiansheng can deceive her."

With that, everyone followed the sedan and left.

When the surroundings were empty and everyone seemed to have never appeared, countless scenes flashed through Qin Xinsheng's mind.

He was bullied when he was young and had no way to practice Taoism. At the age of eighteen, he looked up to the proud son of heaven and was filled with envy.

He promised himself that sooner or later he would reach a high position, be recognized by others, and achieve success.

The hatred and resentment from the past surged up in his mind. He clearly remembered Hu Mian, everything they had experienced, the vows they had made to each other, and he also remembered saying "I will have a home in the future." But for some reason, these memories were not filled with any emotion.

He held up the soul, and after a long time, he took out a small wooden box. He put the soul into the wooden box and buried it next to his mother's grave.

Then he held the Bliss in his hand, stood up, and walked towards the Hehuan Palace.

While he was rushing to Hehuan Palace, Hua Xiangwan was also trying to contact Xie Changji.

After Xie Changji sent her the last message, there was no further news from him. At first, she didn't take it seriously. She had a lot of things to do. She was busy preparing for the engagement banquet every day and had to check on everyone who had visited her one by one. It was impossible for her to talk to him all the time.

But when she tried to contact people alone at night and still couldn't get through, she knew something was wrong.

But she has already given the tracing mirror to Xie Changji. If Xie Changji's life and death are really at stake, he will definitely turn on the tracing mirror. In this case, she may not be able to stay here, and the world will collapse immediately.

But now she didn't sense any news of the retrospective mirror being turned on, so Xie Changji... might not be at the point of cutting off his arms to survive.

She felt uneasy, and after thinking about it, she secretly asked someone to go out and look for someone. Then she cut a few butterflies out of paper and rubbed them on the clothes that Xie Changji had worn, and the paper butterflies turned into real butterflies.

The butterfly fluttered in her hands. She hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke.

"If it's safe, don't come back. Wait for me in Duanchang Village."

Soon Hehuan Palace will become a hell on earth, and it will be dangerous for him to come back.

After saying that, she raised her hand and pushed it outward, and the butterfly flapped its wings and flew away.

This is a butterfly used to find people, but it can only deliver messages, not report them.

She didn't know whether she could find Xie Changji or convey this message, but this was the only thing she could do now.

Every day she tried to find Xie Changji's whereabouts with various spells. As time went by, she felt more and more uneasy. Three days later, the night before the engagement banquet, Hua Xiangwan suddenly heard a commotion in the palace. She got up quickly and went to the door. She saw Hu Mian pulling Qin Xinsheng in. Qin Xinsheng was holding a glass of wine. Hu Mian was looking down at the wine tank. She took a deep breath and said happily, "It's the taste of the wine I brewed!"

Hua Xiangwan said nothing. She stared at Qin Xinsheng in front of her. He looked the same as usual, not much changed. He was looking down at Hu Mian. Qin Xinsheng raised his head when he noticed her gaze, as if he was puzzled: "Young Master Hua?"

"Um?"

Hu Mian listened to what Qin Xiansheng said and raised his head to look at Hua Xiangwan, quite curious: "Ah Wan? Why are you here?"

"Oh," Hua Xiangwan smiled, looking a little tired, "I heard someone coming outside, and wondered if Chang Ji had returned."

Everyone knew that Xie Changji was missing. Hu Mian looked a little worried and said, "Don't worry, Wang Xiu has already sent people to look for him. Nothing will happen to him."

"I suppose so."

Hua Xiangwan nodded, then looked at Qin Xinsheng: "However, Chang Ji disappeared the night that Fellow Daoist Qin left the palace. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Qin has seen him?"

"No." Qin Xiansheng shook his head and said, "I left the palace alone that night."

"So," Hua Xiangwan said with some regret, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Hua Xiangwan listened to Qin Xiansheng's words and turned to leave. She listened to Hu Mian happily talking about how good her wine was. She walked into the room and thought for a moment.

After finishing what she could do, she stood in the empty room, looking at the jade token that didn't respond, and inexplicably a familiar feeling of loneliness came over her.

Having been with Xie Changji for so long this year, she actually forgot what it felt like to be alone.

She watched quietly for a long time, and finally put on a coat, holding a lamp and walked towards the glacier in the backyard.

She habitually stopped in front of the glacier, looking at the unclear figure under the glacier, and her heart calmed down. She looked for a while and said softly: "Yi Chen, Qin Xinsheng is back. Tomorrow is the engagement party for Senior Sister Hu Mian. Soon, I will know what I want to know."

People under the ice don't echo. Hua Xiangwan smiled and said, "In the end, it seems like you are still here."

I originally thought that once I entered the painting, into the fantasy world, things would be different.

She thought he could accompany her for the last part of the journey.

But God always seemed to be playing such jokes, always having compelling reasons to tell her that this was the life she was going to live.

"That's fine," she lowered her eyes, "It's fine if he's not here."

Otherwise, once you get used to having someone around you, you might not want to leave.

She stood on the ice for a while, then finally turned around, went back to her room, and pulled up the quilt.

At this time, Xie Changji killed the last person who caught up with him. Finally, he was exhausted. He lay on a hill, gasping for breath.

Too much blood flowed, making him a little dizzy. He closed his eyes and paused for a while before turning to look in the direction of Hehuan Palace.

The Wugu Sect had been sending more men along the way, forcing him further and further away from the Hehuan Palace. Now that he had to go back, it would still take him several days.

He leaned against the hillock, gasping for breath, and a butterfly fluttered towards him.

It was mid-November, and there shouldn't be any butterflies. Xie Changji felt a familiar spiritual power, so he raised his hand and the butterfly landed on it.

The moment the butterfly sensed him, a female voice came over: "If it's safe, don't come back. Wait for me in Duanchang Village."

As the sound faded, the butterfly turned into a lifeless piece of paper and fell to the ground.

After hearing the arrangement, Director Xie was silent for a while. He closed his eyes, and after a moment, he gritted his teeth, tore open his clothes, quickly bandaged the wound, and stood up again.

Two hundred years ago, he had already been gone once.