Chapter 68 Neither Demon nor Immortal 8
Wu Ling opened his eyes at the Tiandi Gate more than a thousand years ago. At that time, the Tiandi Gate was still firmly sitting on the throne of the largest sect in the world of cultivation. It had tens of millions of disciples, and geniuses were countless. Its skills and manuals were vast, occupying the most extensive spiritual veins in the entire world of cultivation.
However, suddenly one day, a prophecy of the reincarnation of a saint was spread from a highly prestigious powerful person. This prophecy spread throughout the entire cultivation world overnight. It was rumored that he would descend to the mortal world and become an ordinary mortal. If anyone could find him and help him return to heaven, he would ascend to heaven with all his people.
Because of this rumor, Yan Xi was found by the elders of Tiandi Sect and brought back to the sect.
Wu Ling opened his eyes. The noisy sound entered his mind faster than the unfamiliar scene. He shook his head but accidentally bumped into the person next to him.
"Hey, be careful." A complaining voice came from the side.
"Sorry, sorry." Upon hearing this, Wu Ling wanted to apologize immediately, but he soon realized that these words were not directed at him, because there were crowds of people around him, and everywhere there were small conflicts caused by people standing too close.
The sounds of cursing and quarreling never ceased.
What on earth was going on? Wu Ling was surrounded by the crowd, and he couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly, let alone where he was at the moment.
At this moment, the noisy crowd quieted down for some reason, and then the crowded flow of people began to slowly separate to both sides. Wu Ling was standing in the middle of the crowd, so he was lucky enough to see the figure that made everyone quiet down at the first time.
From the distant gate of Baiyu Mountain, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly walked over. The tall one was wearing the uniform of an elder of Tiandi Sect, with flowing hair and beard, and looked like an immortal. Standing next to him was a weak child.
The child had fair skin and a gold mark on his forehead. He was wearing a new, snow-white, luxurious dress. His face was expressionless, yet he looked delicate and beautiful, like a fairy child who had walked out of a picture magazine.
"No, this is not a fairy boy."
What? A voice suddenly rang in Wu Ling's ears, and he turned his head subconsciously. Next to him was a white-haired young man wearing the same clothes as he was at the time. The young man looked at him with a smile and said, "This is not a fairy child, this is the reincarnation of a saint."
"By the way, I'm Le Kun, a new outer disciple this year. I don't know your name yet."
"Senior..." Wu Ling was stunned, but he quickly reacted and bowed to him in a friendly manner, "I am Wu Ling."
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It seemed that the old man just wanted to show off from the beginning that the sect was the first to find the reincarnation of the saint, so he led Yan Xi for a while, and then several young elders flew over from the sky and landed in front of the two men, one tall and one short.
As soon as they landed, a young man said to the old man, "Jing Daozi, you shouldn't be so rash as to bring the Saint Immortal Master to the outer gate. What if there are demons hiding there that can harm the Saint Immortal Master? It would be better for us to quickly take the Saint Immortal Master back to the cave that we have prepared for him."
"That's absolutely right." Jing Daozi smiled brightly, then lifted up the little boy from behind and jumped up with him. In a moment, they were out of the sight of the outer disciples.
From then on, the Saint Immortal rarely appeared in public.
He was kept as a rare treasure by the elders of the sect. They completely ignored his wishes and ideas and placed him on a pedestal. After all, who in this world doesn't want to be an immortal? Who doesn't want to live on a mountain covered with clouds and mist, enjoying all the precious materials and treasures in the world of immortal cultivation, as well as supreme honor and dignity?
A group of powerful people in the world of cultivation were so arrogant and self-righteous that they imposed their ideas on a child.
But not everyone is convinced at this time.
Since he is the reincarnation of an immortal, why is there no sign of anything extraordinary on his body? At this time, the powerful man predicted again that the immortal fell to the mortal world for no reason, it must be because his immortal body was damaged, and they needed to contribute all their precious treasures to help the immortal repair his body. In this way, when the immortal recovers his immortal power and returns to the immortal world, he will definitely not forget their kindness, and it will be easy to take the entire sect to heaven at that time.
The powerful man is highly respected and virtuous, and he has already been half a step away from becoming an immortal, but he has been trapped in that realm for many years and has not been able to find the way to ascend to heaven in one step.
In the eyes of the crowd, he was probably the one who most desired the appearance of the Saint Immortal. Everyone believed in him without a doubt, so they used all their strength to support the Saint Immortal.
But how come this immortal is like a bottomless pit? After being fed with spiritual power for twenty years, he is still like an ordinary child, growing and growing old. When he first entered the sect, he was still a little boy, and now twenty years have passed, and Yan Xi has grown into a frail and handsome young man.
He is gentle, polite, well-mannered, and proficient in poetry, calligraphy and classics, but his body is weaker than ordinary people. However, these are not what the people in the sect want. They all support him because they believe that he is the reincarnation of an immortal. However, this guy has almost emptied the sect's foundation in the past 20 years, but he does not show any sign of changing. He is even more like a mortal than an ordinary person.
People's trust in him began to waver, and more and more people questioned the prophecy of the Mighty. They had paid so much for so many years, but what did they get in the end? With so many magical treasures and elixirs, even a mortal would be raised to become a Yuanying monk, but his body was like a bottomless pit. Not to mention immortal energy, there was not even a trace of spiritual power in him.
Over the past twenty years, all the efforts of the entire sect have been placed on him alone. From disciples to elders, any useful things will be given priority to him.
Not only that, because they think that there is a reincarnated saint in their sect, the disciples of Tiandi Sect are very arrogant when they go out. Of course, they were quite arrogant before, but now they are even more arrogant.
Whenever the disciples and elders of the Tiandi Sect go out, they plunder rare treasures, seize the best spiritual veins, and search for rare secret realms. Over the past twenty years, even ordinary people know that the Tiandi Sect cannot stand seeing even the slightest good thing in other places. If they want to rob, they will rob the most, and if they want to rob, they will rob the best.
No matter who encountered them in the entire cultivation world, they would be plundered and robbed. The disciples of Tiandi Sect relied on their own strength to become the most rogue sect in the cultivation world. Unfortunately, because of the rumor about the reincarnation of the saint, other sects did not dare to fight back easily and had to endure humiliation for twenty years.
Relying on such a shameless and reckless development strategy, Tiandi Sect became the most powerful sect in the world of cultivation for a time.
However, the situation became unstable as the saints had not changed at all for twenty years. Seeing that they seemed to have supported a mortal for twenty years, other sects in the cultivation world that had been oppressed for twenty years gradually began to get restless.
The tentative counterattack started from the lowest-level disciples. No one knew when it started, but the disciples of Tiandimen found that they had lost their privileges outside. But this was just the beginning.
The counterattack grew little by little. Many young disciples of Tiandi Sect were dissatisfied with this change, but they did not see the real reason behind it at the first time. Instead, they all pointed the finger at the reincarnation of the saint who sat on the clouds of the sect every day.
They believed that the reason for this change was all due to this mortal who was suspected to be the reincarnation of a saint.
The voices of questioning and protesting within the sect were getting louder and louder, and many disciples who thought they had sacrificed a lot for the sect over the years finally exploded. They were very excited, and the scene of tens of thousands of disciples gathered together was extremely grand, and even those powerful people could not suppress their voices.
Countless people rushed to the door of the great master to ask for an explanation, but the cave was already empty. It was so empty that not even a pet could be seen.
Everyone was shocked and realized that they had been deceived for so many years and that this was a huge scam.
Since the powerful man could no longer be found, everyone could only shift their target and vent their anger on Yan Xi. The elders locked him up in the Heavenly Hell, trying to use severe punishment to make him reveal the whereabouts of the powerful man. Unfortunately, this guy seemed to be just a chess piece that knew nothing. In the end, even after using all kinds of punishments, he could not reveal a single word.
People could neither get back even a penny of what they had paid for him, nor did they want to kill him outright to give this liar an easy advantage. Moreover, this guy had consumed so many famous elixirs and miraculous drugs that he could not be killed even with ordinary methods. So the elders decided to simply brand him as a slave and let the angry and brutal disciples in the sect torture him at will.
After he was branded as a criminal slave and sent to the outer sect, Wu Ling finally saw him for the second time.
He had grown from a child into a young man, and was very similar to the one that Wu Ling saw a thousand years later.
But there was one difference, because his body was covered with scars from punishment and he was wearing heavy shackles, but his face was still intact.
He was walking down the mountain barefoot in the snow, his clothes covered in blood. Someone kept pushing him from behind, but he was not walking very fast. And because of the serious injuries on his body, he eventually tilted and fell in the snow.
When Wu Ling saw this, anger welled up in his chest and he wanted to walk through the darkness, but at this moment, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.
He turned around and saw Le Kun standing behind him. He had not seen this senior for a long time. Le Kun was no longer as gentle as when they first met. He had a serious look on his face, with sadness between his brows. However, he still stopped Wu Ling and shook at him.
Wu Ling frowned and thought, Le Kun quietly crawled over, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Don't go over there, you will die."
"No, I won't die." Wu Ling shook his head. He was just a silhouette from a thousand years later. What could they do to him? "Besides, what did he do wrong? Why did they treat Yan Xi like this?"
After saying that, he pushed Le Kun away. The latter wanted to pull him, but he was pushed into the snow.
The falling snow on both sides buried Le Kun. He could only stretch out his hands in vain and watch Wu Ling's leaving back.
Wu Ling pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and squeezed in. He saw Yan Xi lying in the snow. His eyes were still open, but he was not looking at him. Instead, he was staring at the sky.
There was a rare hint of doubt in those blank eyes, as if he didn't understand how he suddenly became like this.
The people around him didn't know what he was going to do. They just watched this fearless guy walk in and pick up the liar.
The disciple who was in charge wanted to stop him, but was frightened by Wu Ling's look. He stood there in a daze for a moment. When he looked again, the daring guy had already left through the path that everyone had made way for him.
But before he walked far, a sword suddenly flew towards him from afar, pierced through the black spirit's body, and then flew back the same way.
Everyone was silent, watching the sword fly straight towards the main hall.
The blood flowed out faster than the pain, and by the time Wu Ling looked down in a daze, the blood flowing from his chest had already dyed half of Yan Xi's body red.
He felt his body changing rapidly, and it seemed as if he was about to melt into the snowflakes and return to heaven in the blink of an eye.
His consciousness was gradually fading away, but he still refused to let go of his hand. He held Yan Xi tighter in his arms and walked down the mountain step by step without hesitation.
Just like that, he walked step by step, with a huge hole on his chest, and finally walked down the mountain with Yan Xi.
The people around watched silently and talked a lot.
Just an outer disciple.
How did he do it.
His actions were really strange. Even the powerful one on the clouds did not continue to attack him after watching him for a while. Or maybe they thought that he was dead and were too lazy to attack him anymore.
Finally, when he was walking down the mountain, Wu Ling could no longer move, so he just stood there stiffly with his head down.
Yan Xi no longer looked at the sky at this time, but turned his gaze and looked at him without blinking.
Wu Ling didn't know how to describe his look. It was a bit weird and a bit special. Anyway, he seemed to be using his eyes to concentrate on trying to see the Wu Ling inside through this layer of appearance.
Why was he staring at him? There was no way he would still remember him after a thousand years.
And this is clearly just an illusion, isn't it?
As Wu Ling thought about this, his vision gradually darkened.