Chapter 810 You Are Crazy
In response to this, Jiaying simply curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled mockingly.
His otherworldly face rarely showed any ordinary emotions, making his expression appear particularly strange in the overly bright firelight.
As masters of Taoism, the monks had faith as solid as a mountain, but for some unknown reason, they developed an unprecedented sense of uneasiness because of Jiaying's abnormality.
"Son, what are you laughing at?"
"I laugh..."
Jiaying paused.
Xiao Chujing once asked Ji Wenyi about the source of his strength. Ye Xiaoman couldn't see how high his cultivation level was, and why he was able to challenge the Ghost King in the Ghost Realm at such a young age. This is the answer.
His power comes from the monks of Yongning Temple.
When each Holy Son ascends the throne, the monks will bind their fate to that of the Holy Son, similar to a symbiotic relationship, sharing power.
At the same time, the power of faith of believers will continuously increase the power of the Son of God.
Therefore, every Son of God has stood at the pinnacle of power since his birth.
Yongning Temple boasts that it will be useless if the Holy Son leaves it.
However, darkness and light are two sides of the same coin. In a symbiotic relationship, those who provide power and those who share power should be equally powerful.
"I laughed. None of my ancestors noticed that I had modified the soul contract you had planted in me."
Jiaying raised his palm. The lines on his palm shone like golden threads. The originally short lifeline was rapidly growing longer.
Jiaying clenched his palms, grabbed a handful of silk threads in the void and pulled them downwards. The countless silk threads tied to his joints sank immediately, and at the end of the threads, countless fireballs as dazzling as the sun fell down collectively like retracted kites.
Exclamations echoed in the space.
The monks exclaimed.
"Holy Son! When! You can!"
Some ancestors who lacked self-control already spoke in panic tones.
"what you up to?"
Jiaying raised his eyes and looked at the countless suns above his head. The ancestors who had been pulled off the lotus throne by him were like puppet balloons controlled by him, stumbling and floating in the air in a mess.
He met countless old eyes.
The light made his indifferent pupils almost transparent.
The golden cage that trapped him exploded and turned into countless golden powders that drifted away.
Jiaying is like a quietly crazed madman.
He told the Yongning Temple leaders in a steady tone.
"The soul contract has been changed."
"I will be the eternal Son."
"I will live a thousand years."
"I will live long with you."
"If I die, you die."
Jiaying turned towards the exit of the Buddhist hall. Unlike the eternal darkness inside, there was a grand light at the exit.
He will not die young.
He wants to be with Ye Xiaoman forever.
He originally didn't want to do something so extreme, but Ji Wenyi's pursuit reminded him.
If he didn't have absolute power, Yue Mushan, Ji Wenyi and others could target him if they wanted to, and he would have no choice but to run for his life.
He wants to have a free life and he wants to protect Ye Xiaoman.
Only with the status of the Son of God could he protect her freely and live the life he wanted.
He also realized that only by making himself appear useful could he keep Ye Xiaoman.
The lesson he learned as a child will never go out of date: you must hold on to something tightly so as not to be abandoned by others.
The monks shouted behind Jiaying:
"Mad man, mad man."
"You're completely crazy!"
Jiaying smiled.
From smiling, chuckling, to laughing out loud.
It's so satisfying.
He walked out of the Buddha's little world.
Facing the rows of monks' awed faces, he put away his smile.
Yongning Temple belonged to him from then on.
From this moment on, he was completely free.
He does whatever he wants.
Jiaying was cold and noble, and walked briskly towards his meditation room.
Go get the little bit of marrow-cleansing grass he has left.
Also, remember to take with you all the belongings that Ye Xiaoman repeatedly reminded you to take with you.
He walked away first, and then, like every time he went to see her before, he couldn't help but lift up his white clothes and ran to his destination.
He sent a message to Ye Xiaoman while running.
[Yan Xia, Yan Xia, I'm here to find you! ]
He told her that he would go back to the human world right now and return to the beginning. She would rent a house in the black market near Qingzhengzong and hide him in a small courtyard, where they would start a new life.
Ye Xiaoman replied to him.
【oh! 】
When she heard that he had finally brought the marrow-cleansing grass, her messages came quickly, and she almost answered every question he asked.
[But I'm going to the Demon Realm now, to participate in... ahem, watch that Six Realms Tournament.]
Ye Xiaoman couldn't wait to eat the marrow-cleansing grass. [Jiaying, do you want to come over and play?]
Jiaying agreed immediately.
I'll go over there.
Ye Xiaoman had no idea what earth-shattering thing Jiaying had done in just half a day. She happily sent Jiaying the address of the destination.
She coaxed Jiaying into showing her his abdominal muscles for a while before stopping.
Just after chatting with Jiaying about Sesetian, Ye Xiaoman thought of Sikong Qing again.
During the days of separation, Sikong Qing also sent Ye Xiaoman countless lingering and heartbreaking messages of confession.
Ye Xiaoman's reply each time was just two or three simple words.
【exist? 】
【Look at the face.】
【And the flesh.】
After Sikong Qing received her video, she was the first to complain.
"Didn't you say you were going to the Demon Realm to pave the way for me? I've already been assassinated twice by your Xuanyou Demon Ancestor!"
Sikong Qing sighed and controlled the communication magic weapon to let her see the environment he was currently in. He saw a towering castle and rows of demon soldiers.
[After I received your insulting message, I immediately came to the Demon Lord to seek justice for you. Are you still not satisfied? ]
Sikong Qing saw the scene behind Ye Xiaoman. It was the deck of a flying boat under the setting sun. The flowing clouds looked like blood, and a group of monks were competing in the sweat. The tense atmosphere before the competition could be felt everywhere.
Ye Xiaoman hid behind a row of people watching the game and whispered to him.
Suddenly, someone turned around and saw Xiao Chujing standing behind Ye Xiaoman, looking like a ghost.
Sikong Qing snorted and asked Ye Xiaoman in a spirited manner, with a bit of arrogance and boasting: [Have you noticed anything different about me?]
Ye Xiaoman moved closer to the camera and saw Sikong Qing in her red clothes with seductive eyes, still breathtakingly beautiful.
She stroked her chin and thought for a moment, "Is he better looking?"
Sikong Qing said angrily: [Is this all you can see?]
Ye Xiaoman said with a playful smile: "It's all because of me..."
Suddenly feeling a thorn in her back, Ye Xiaoman turned around and saw Xiao Chujing holding a sword and looking at her with raised eyebrows. She was almost scared to death. Fortunately, he didn't see the naked and helpless version of Jiaying.
She immediately became serious and said, "If you have something to say, please say it quickly. It's my turn to compete."
Sikong Qing played with the jeweled pigtail on his shoulder and proudly announced to Ye Xiaoman: "I have recently successfully emerged from seclusion and am now a Nascent Soul cultivator."
He was enjoying Ye Xiaoman's congratulations when a demon messenger came over.
"Master Sikong, the Demon Lord summons you to an audience."
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