Do you know?
There is still a child trapped elsewhere, Lin Yueyao hurriedly said, "Junior sister has been frightened and needs senior brother to comfort her."
Without waiting for a reply, she drew her sword and left. Her demonic aura dissipated somewhat, and she could barely see.
Those who understand love possess spiritual wisdom and are not susceptible to the allure of demons and evil spirits.
It guided her to a space where, instead of the expected dramatic ups and downs, there was a peaceful atmosphere.
The child stood still, staring at a certain spot in the air. Lin Yueyao subconsciously stopped, surprised by his silence.
Through the layers of swirling demonic energy, from the child's perspective, she saw a happy and harmonious family of three.
It was an ordinary day in Lanxi Town. The child had wandered here, was starving, and collapsed by the roadside, where he was found by a kind couple.
When he woke up, the couple prepared hot food and clean clothes for him.
The couple had a daughter when they were young, but she got lost while playing in front of their house. They searched for her for many years, which caused them a lot of stress and physical exhaustion, and they never conceived again.
The arrival of the child was undoubtedly a ray of light in the couple's lives, and they recognized him as their father and mother.
The father, Wu An, considered giving the child his surname, but judging from the jade pendant of mandarin ducks that the child wore close to his body, the child already had a name. His wife, Meng Lan, said, "Rong Yan."
"Xiao Yan'er, that's her name."
Little Yan'er is a cute and charming boy, diligent and sensible. When others ask about his parents, he shakes his head and says, "I don't remember."
The couple raised their son to be eight or nine years old when they realized that he had no hope for a career in officialdom. Children from poor families could only take the imperial examinations, but their family was too poor, so they had no choice but to embark on the path of seeking immortality and enlightenment.
"My son, your father and I don't expect you to be outstanding. We only hope that you grow up safely and happily. If you have the ability in the future, try to find your sister."
"She's been away from home for so many years, we don't even know if she's alive or dead. At least let her parents know before they pass away."
Rong Yan assured them, "Don't worry, Father and Mother, I will definitely find my sister."
The most important thing in cultivating immortality is one's innate talent. Wu An didn't understand those things, but he would call Rong Yan to go to the mountains to chop firewood every day, plant rice seedlings in the summer, and go hunting in the mountains in the winter.
After a day of work, the father and son prepared a hot meal at home.
Such days are ordinary yet warm.
Until demons wreaked havoc, dark clouds swept across the sky, shrouding the earth in darkness. Wu An, who was powerless, was caught in the storm, and Meng Lan was devoured by the demons in order to save him.
His parents died before his eyes. He escaped the demon's capture because he had been physically strong since childhood, but it was only by chance.
He was destined to die eventually, until an immortal descended to earth. The immortal had silver-white hair and a gentle breeze. He was surprised that he was safe and sound. He looked him over for a moment, then got up to chase after the leader of the demonic shadows.
He was terrified and begged the immortal to take him in while he cried, "Immortal, I'm scared."
The immortal comforted his troubled mind, removed the tassel from his sword, and said, "I have a beloved disciple who wears a red dress. When you see her later, show this to her and ask her to protect you."
The immortal spoke, then soared into the sky, rising ninety thousand miles high.
Now, Wu An Menglan, in her demonic form, reached out her hand to him, saying, "My son, come to your mother."
"Father, Mother." Rong Yan's eyes welled up with tears, overwhelmed with sorrow, and he tentatively began to move, dazed.
Lin Yueyao remained unmoved and did not make a move to stop it.
"Son, don't be afraid, come here quickly and come home with your father and mother." Meng Lan spread her hands, her eyebrows and eyes curving like the bright moon in the sky, "Come here to your mother quickly."
“No.” Rong Yan was still young, but his voice was firm and resolute. “You are all dead.”
"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. It's my fault. I failed to protect you."
"Good child, it's not your fault. Come, come into your mother's arms, let me take a good look at you."
Rong Yan seemed to be persuaded and took a few steps. Lin Yueyao's fingers were on Wenqing, ready to make a move at any time.
He reached out his hand tremblingly, a tear fell, wetting the dust at his feet.
"I'm sorry—" he shouted, forcefully pushing them away. The illusory figures were disrupted, and the surrounding demonic energy condensed into human figures.
"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences. Here's your way."
Before Rong Yan could even see clearly, Lin Yueyao had already pulled him into her arms. Time seemed to stand still as he stared blankly at the face so close to his, so cold and aloof.
"Fairy Sister..."
"Shut up if you want to live," she interrupted.
Amidst the sounds of swords clashing, Rong Yan, not daring to hinder her, obediently nestled in her arms.
“Good disciple—” Master Xuantong arrived late, “I will lend you a hand.”
Outside the position, figures were moving about; they were reinforcements from the Misty Sect.
She carried the person in a princess carry, calmly pursuing the demon.
Master Xuantong pointed out the direction from outside, saying, "He's over there."
After the help of others rescued Song Qingyun and his junior sister, only Lin Yueyao and her companion remained trapped in the illusion. She had good composure and was not affected by the evil spirits. This child was innocent and young, yet she saw through the demonic magic, which was quite unexpected and made her much less of a worry than others.
Lin Yueyao's arms were strong and steady as she carried Rong Yan horizontally with composure.
Evil spirits have nowhere to hide and are forced to retreat to their doom.
Pure white boots floated to the ground, and Xuan Tong Zhenren's clothes were slightly disheveled. He suddenly appeared here and attacked from both sides.
Beset on all sides, the evil spirits, in desperation, engaged in a desperate fight with the demons.
After several rounds of combined attacks, the demon was defeated and fell to the ground.
As the sky above gradually came into view and the demonic aura faded away, Lanxi Town regained its former vitality.
The demon that died had taken on a human form, with droopy eyebrows and eyes, and a crooked and ugly body.
“He is a low-level demon; his true form is not here,” said Master Xuantong. “Only his clone has died.”
"This demon disguised itself as my master to deceive me, but I saw through it easily." Lin Yueyao asked, "What kind of monster is this?"
“A painted-skin demon.” Master Xuantong patiently explained, “It is difficult to paint the bones of a person, and difficult to paint the heart of a person. This kind of demon can disguise itself as the person closest to us or the person we dislike to approach us, bewitch people’s hearts, and make them go to the point of demonic possession.”
"Even I almost fell for his trick," Master Xuantong exclaimed, having narrowly escaped death.
Lin Yueyao thought he was injured and her heart tightened. "Master is injured?"
"Don't worry, my dear disciple, I'm in good health. It's just that when I went to chase after the original body just now, he searched my body, so I'm not feeling too well."
So that's how it is. When the demon disguised as the True Man Xuantong used the yellow talisman to subdue the little demon, Lin Yueyao didn't suspect anything. She just tested him a bit, but she didn't expect to be tricked into revealing her true identity.
Her meticulous attention to detail greatly pleased Master Xuantong.
After being trapped for so long, the various sects arrived to help, setting up formations and using magical artifacts to eliminate the remaining demons.
Emerging from the illusion, Rong Yan landed steadily. He knelt at the feet of the master and disciple, saying, "I have nowhere to go. I beg the immortal to take me in. I am willing to do anything, even just wash clothes and cook for you."
The master and apprentice exchanged a glance, and Lin Yueyao pursed her lips and remained silent, as if it were none of her business.
Master Xuantong was somewhat interested in him, as he seemed to have the potential to cultivate immortality, but in person, he was no different from an ordinary person.
That's strange.
"Good disciple, how about letting this child become your disciple?" He lowered his voice, turned his back, and whispered. Lin Yueyao didn't care about that, her voice as cold as jade, showing no mercy, "Master knows that I don't like to be close to others."
Upon hearing this, Rong Yan, who was kneeling on the ground, drooped his head, his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes blinked, feeling both sore and bitter.
“This child’s parents have just died, and she is so young. If we abandon her, I’m afraid she won’t survive.” Master Xuantong was in a dilemma. He only had one female disciple, Lin Yueyao, and teaching her was a painstaking and exhausting task.
He can't handle another one.
This child is quite peculiar; he seems like a promising candidate for cultivating immortality, so it would be a shame to ignore him.
Hao Da Tu was completely focused on himself, ignoring everything except exorcising demons. He noticed the wound wrapped around Lin Yue Yao's neck, "Oh dear, what happened to you?"
“A young lady should cherish herself. It would be unsightly to have a scar in the future.” Master Xuantong muttered. Lin Yueyao had a headache but didn’t care. “It’s just a small injury. Thank you for your concern, Master.”
"I'm not trying to be mean, but if you don't even take care of yourself, how can you expect a man to treat you well?"
While cultivating immortality can lead to marriage, starting a family, and having children, it's all too early for Lin Yueyao.
"Where did Master go from here?" Lin Yueyao dodged the question, trying to change the subject.
"Don't interrupt. If you ask me, you just need a disciple to discipline you."
"Where did Master go off to again?" Lin Yueyao changed the subject. "The person is still kneeling on the ground. Master, you can decide what to do."
After she finished speaking, she summoned Wenqing and flew away on her sword.
Watching Lin Yueyao's departing figure, and glancing at the well-behaved little baby on the ground, Master Xuantong sighed, lamenting that raising a disciple was even more tiring than subduing demons.
Enough. My beloved student doesn't cherish herself; I need to teach her how to cherish others first.
"You shall now become my disciple." He took out a talisman engraved with profound patterns and solemnly handed it to Rong Yan.
“Master, your disciple Rong Yan dares to pay his respects.” He kowtowed awkwardly, but his attitude was sincere. Master Xuantong felt a sense of relief. “Get up. It’s urgent, so consider this a proper greeting. I left in a hurry and didn’t bring anything good with me. I’ll prepare a gift for you when we return to the sect.”
"Disciple will obey Master's orders." His knees were numb from kneeling for so long, so he slowly stood up, still maintaining his proper etiquette. "Master, disciple would like to ask Master for a favor."
"Go on," Master Xuantong said patiently. Fortunately, his disciple was obedient, and he was willing to listen.
"I want to find my parents' bodies, keep vigil over their graves and give them a proper burial, to fulfill my final filial duty and not let their kindness in raising me go to waste."
“That’s only right.” He nodded in agreement. “In that case, I will help you find them.”
Lanxi Town suffered heavy casualties. The major sects were responsible for the aftermath, and the government took stock of the wounded and allowed each family to claim the bodies.
The ground was littered with mutilated corpses, some of which were corroded by demonic energy and rotten to the core.
Some had their heads eaten, their limbs gone, or their bodies hollowed out; others had a layer of skin peeled off.
The master and apprentice searched for a while but could not find the bodies of Wu An and Meng Lan.
Xiao Yan'er understood that he had witnessed his mother being devoured by demonic energy and that there was no way to find her remains, but he still held onto a sliver of hope.
"The spirits reunite, and the soul returns."
The Spirit Gathering Talisman can reunite the three souls and seven spirits, and can condense a corpse into a living state.
Right at Rong Yan's feet, countless fluorescent lights converged towards a single light source.
Those were shattered souls and corpses, gradually coalescing into a human form.
"Father, Mother..."
Tears streamed down Rong Yan's face, and he knelt down with a thud.
Wu An and Meng Lan were reduced to ashes, and their bodies were not even preserved.
Xuan Tong remained silent for a long time. By the time the couple was buried, three to five days had passed.
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