Chapter 112 Eyes are not needed, they can be donated to those in need
The moon was high in the sky, and the palace was magnificent, but the people in the golden palace were not calm.
The man looked at the white-haired young man who appeared silently in his restriction, and showed a rare bit of timidity.
The barrier in the palace is not something that ordinary people can break. Even if his own barrier can be broken silently by others, who can break into Feixing Sect's mountain protection formation silently?
There was a hint of impatience on that person's face, as if he had been woken up from a good sleep. There was not a single positive emotion on his handsome and unruly face, and his grey eyes were lifeless, yet filled with an inhuman coldness.
The man in the hall quickly recognized the person who came and asked, "I wonder why the Immortal Master Yanye came to visit us so late at night. What is he doing here?"
Yan Ye laughed, "What's the use?"
He was tall, and just standing there gave off a heavy sense of oppression.
"Nothing. I heard that you observed the stars at night and calculated that a star of misfortune would be born?" Yan Ye said, and he found it funny. The smile on the corner of his lips was a little sarcastic. "Don't you realize that you are the planet of misfortune?"
He raised his hand lazily, "My apprentice is the best apprentice in the world. You want to destroy her. Have you asked for my opinion?"
The man panicked and tried to raise his hands to resist, but the restriction was easily broken by Yan Ye like a layer of window paper, and then the powerful hand grabbed his throat.
"If you don't need your eyes, you can donate them to people who need them. What star are you looking at? What kind of cultivation is it consuming?"
Yan Ye sighed softly, and slowly tightened his grip, "Isn't it just that my little disciple reduced your cultivation by half? Why bother? My child is ignorant, so what if he destroyed one of your clones?"
"The child is still young, but you, an old man, are so vicious. You want to ruin her mood and make her be condemned by everyone?"
The man tried hard to pull Yan Ye's hand away, but found that the hand was like an iron claw, holding him tightly.
Yin Zhong's face turned purple little by little, and he felt as if his throat was about to be cut. Just as he was about to turn into the original form of the spirit vine, the man let go.
Yan Ye stood up expressionlessly, washed his hands with a spell, and wiped them with a handkerchief in disgust, "She wants to end all the cause and effect herself. That is her fate, her way, so I won't kill you now."
"But after daybreak, if anyone spreads the rumor that my disciple is a jinx, I will kill you first."
"You are... a person who is about to ascend to heaven, yet you dare to be involved in cause and effect?" Yin Zhong's hoarse voice sounded behind Yan Ye.
The smooth black robe swept across the bricks of the golden palace, and the man openly exposed his back to Yin Zhong.
Yin Zhong thought of many possibilities in his mind, and found that he could not kill him. At most, he could give Yan Ye a scar that would not hurt or itch.
But he still wanted to annoy him. "It is rumored that Immortal Master Yanye had a battle with Demon Master a hundred years ago. After that battle, you gained enlightenment overnight and entered the Great Purity Realm. That night, you announced that you would be the youngest ascended monk in the Dongming Realm."
"Could it be that Immortal Master Yanye is going to break his vows and even abandon his oath for a young disciple who has only been a disciple for a year?"
Yan Ye was already walking out the door. "I mean what I said. After daybreak, if anyone talks about this again, I don't mind killing them. It's just a matter of staying in this world for a few more thousand years to eliminate the cause and effect. I don't care."
Isn't it just a record of the youngest monk to ascend to the highest level? He doesn't have to fight for the first place.
The man quickly disappeared in the hall, leaving Yin Zhong alone, gasping for breath while holding his half-broken throat.
A clear male voice rang out from outside the door, "Master, the medicine is ready. You have suffered so much damage, drink the medicine and then rest."
Yin Zhong's expression was gloomy and unclear. He suddenly laughed, raised his hand to cover the marks on his neck, and called for someone to come in in a hoarse voice.
On the main peak of Feixing Sect, the sect leader was entertaining a female cultivator with a frosty face.
"This public newspaper is definitely not the business of our Feixing Sect. Master Feng Yi, even if you come to me, I have no way to stop the people from complaining."
Feng Yi held the teacup in his hand and looked up at the sect leader who was fooling people by practicing Tai Chi. "I came to you not to ask about the relationship between Feixing Sect and Minbao, but to ask you to solve this matter."
The woman's thin eyelids were raised, like a silver blade, "If you don't solve it, then our Feng family will step in and it will fall on Feixing Sect, which will not be good."
The head of the Feixing Sect choked and said, "You are no longer the young master of the Feng family."
"But I am still the eldest daughter of the Feng family's direct lineage." Feng Yi lowered her eyes calmly, "It's just a sentence. There are many people in the Feng family. I only need to pass on a message. It's not a big deal."
"The Flying Star Sect's stargazing technique has been passed down differently. An elder went crazy while observing the stars at night and wanted to bring chaos to the world. What do you think?"
The lid of the porcelain cup lightly hit the edge of the cup, making a crisp sound. Feng Yi waited for a while, and seeing that the headmaster was still practicing Tai Chi, he put the lid back on and stood up. "In that case, I will go home."
She walked away in awe, and when she was about to walk out the door, she suddenly said, "You have clearly noticed the chaos in the sect, why did you let the evil do it?"
The smile on the master's face suddenly froze.
Feng Yi straightened his back. "Are you using him to wipe out the power of those elders? Then you can wait for their secrets to be exposed, and after that, you can take back the power and hand it over to your own people?"
"You are bothered by the old aristocratic families within the Feixing Sect and feel that they are hindering the development of the Feixing Sect. You want to eliminate their separatist faction, so you promoted Yin Zhong and increased his power. Anyway, he will be exposed one day. But have you ever thought about how much blood and flesh it takes to fatten a tiger?"
Feng Yi chuckled softly, "It seems you have thought about it, but you don't care."
The head of the Feixing Sect stood there in silence for a long time, then spoke, "Even if Master Feng Yi didn't come to me, those people would have taken the opportunity to bring Yin Zhong down."
In times of peace and prosperity, if there are no external enemies, internal strife is common.
Feng Yi turned his back to the head of Feixing Sect and said, "It seems that the head has already made arrangements. Feng Yi underestimated you. In this case, the Feng family will not interfere with the head's arrangements."
"There is only one thing. Lin Du is my Supreme Sect's direct disciple. She was the only disciple of Immortal Venerable Yanye before he ascended to heaven. Her reputation must not be damaged."
The head of the Feixing Sect bowed and said, "I'll do my best."
Lin Du is number one on the Qingyun Ranking. If the number one was from the Feixing Sect, they certainly wouldn't want Lin Du to be labeled as an evil star that everyone hates before he grows up.
The plan he had originally set certainly did not include clearing Lin Du's reputation as an evil star.
If there could be one less disciple from the Supreme Sect on the Chongxiao List, every sect would be happy to see it happen.
People from all walks of life in Zhongzhou have long disagreed with the fact that the Supreme Sect monopolizes geniuses. However, although the Supreme Sect only accepts geniuses, it recruits very few disciples and stays away from power swings. It concentrates on eliminating demons and defending the Way, firmly sitting on the throne of the most powerful sect in Zhongzhou, which cannot be slandered.
It was late at night, and the small courtyard filled with spiritual vines was quiet, but a dim light was still on in one room.
Lin Du finished reading most of the thick book "Gu Jing" in a whole day. Granny Ma was annoyed by the questions and sent him to the guest room to rest.
However, she did not rest. She shook the person out of the spirit beast's bag and drank a bowl of sugar water without waiting for the person to wake up.
The spirit beast bag is not a good place to stay. Animals will hibernate spontaneously to preserve their vitality and strength, but humans do not have this mechanism and will simply faint.
When Shao Fei opened his eyes, he was met with an expressionless face.
Lin Du usually came with a smile on his face, even when he was interrogated with a knife that day, he was still smiling.
The smile was just a layer of skin. Shao Fei once secretly criticized Lin Du for his fake and insincere smile, but now that Lin Du didn't smile anymore, she felt a little scared.
The bright pearl was reflected by the glass lampshade, making it shine brightly. Lin Du stood with her back to the light, her face expressionless. She had well-developed bones, high brow bones, thick eyelashes, and heavy shadows under her eyes, bringing out her undisguised gloom and coldness.
"Come, let's talk."
Lin Du spoke, pulled a stool and sat in front of Shao Fei.