Chapter Twenty-Two: Master's Amazing Schemes
For cultivators, having an avatar is not unusual, and for high-level cultivators, it is a trivial matter.
Therefore, it's perfectly acceptable for a cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage to have an avatar that looks exactly like them but has no memories or cultivation level, right?
On one hand, Ya Feiyu dared not use his true form. His cultivation was far too powerful; if he were to descend rashly and the Heavenly Dao noticed his strange behavior, it might take some unpredictable actions to fix the plot. On the other hand, he couldn't simply abandon his two disciples and focus solely on his own path to avoid the pitfalls.
Rather than going directly to Cen Dao and the others, it's better to send a clone. To avoid any problems with the clone's actions, Ya Feiyu even sent a portion of her primordial spirit there, so that she could monitor their movements at any time and control the clone's direction at crucial moments.
According to Ya Feiyu's plan, a "Ya Feiyu" who has lost his memory and has no spiritual power should be able to easily infiltrate the protagonist group. No one would be so wary as to be wary of their own people, especially since Ya Feiyu is currently in a harmless state. What kind of threat could someone who is amnesiac and seriously injured pose?
Unfortunately, he miscalculated.
Cen Dao stared intently at him, then suddenly drew his sword and aimed it at the clone's brow. A chilling light emanated from his body, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. At first glance, he seemed even more insane than Ya Feiyu when he was in a frenzy, as if he was about to go berserk at any moment.
Xu Miaomiao was startled, then came to her senses and immediately stepped forward to stand in front of Ya Feiyu: "Junior Brother Cen!"
"Get out of the way!" Cen Dao roared, his eyes swirling with bloodshot veins like spiderwebs, making him look particularly ferocious and terrifying. "Let me kill him!"
This reaction was really too much. Shen Rong frowned, crossed her arms, and stood aside. She didn't intend to get involved, but she couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the Peak Master?"
“Don’t you all think this person is strange?” Cen Dao said, his gaze never straying from Ya Feiyu for a moment, as if afraid that if he turned his head, the man would disappear. He gritted his teeth and said, “How could the Peak Master lose his spiritual power for no reason? Have you forgotten? He is the strongest in this cultivation world. Even the Demon Lord has to give him some respect. Who could possibly injure him like this?”
"The key point is that I can't sense any spiritual energy from him."
Upon hearing this, the male passerby suddenly realized what was happening and couldn't help but ask, "Could it be... that this elder is an imposter?!"
The absence of spiritual energy indicates that this person has never been on the path of immortality, and their dantian is completely empty, without a trace of spiritual power.
This characteristic is more common in mortals. Some mortals with special constitutions are born with spiritual energy in their dantian. Cultivators have abundant spiritual energy in their bodies, so even if their golden core is depleted or shattered, they will still have some spiritual energy.
Xu Miaomiao retorted, "But what if it wasn't other cultivators who injured the elder, but some kind of trap within the Linglong Pavilion?"
Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought.
The exact time of Linglong Pavilion's existence is unknown; all that is known is that records related to Linglong Pavilion began to appear from the very first day that cultivators emerged.
In the ancient chaotic era, spiritual energy was as common as air, a very ordinary thing for people at that time. Cultivating immortality was not as difficult as it is now. Therefore, in the early days of the cultivation world, heroes from all walks of life emerged frequently, and countless people ascended to immortality.
However, tens of millions of years after the chaotic era, spiritual energy has become increasingly scarce. After so long, only one person, Ya Feiyu, has reached the Tribulation Transcending stage, which is a once-in-a-century occurrence.
Therefore, the Linglong Pavilion contains a large number of traps left by predecessors. Although most of these traps are from the work of cultivators in the last thousand years, this does not mean that there are no traps from the chaotic era.
It's possible that Ya Feiyu simply fell into one of the traps due to carelessness.
Although the possibility was small, it could not be completely ruled out. Cen Dao was in a dilemma, biting his lower lip tightly, his hand gripping the sword so hard it trembled. Regardless of whether the person in front of him was really Ya Feiyu, he wanted to eliminate him now, but he couldn't.
Meeting Xu Miaomiao's tearful eyes, he felt his heart soften again, and he simply couldn't bring himself to do it in front of so many people.
Now that things have come to this, we can only think of a solution later.
Cen Dao gritted his teeth and reluctantly sheathed his longsword. Xu Miaomiao was overjoyed at the sight. Ignoring the many people watching, she took small steps forward and kissed Cen Dao on the cheek. When they parted, the girl's face was still flushed with a peach-like pink, which made Cen Dao momentarily dazed, almost drowning in those beautiful eyes.
Most of the others present were stunned. Xu Miaomiao, usually a shy girl, was surprisingly bold at this moment. She gently curved her lips and squeezed out a sweet dimple, "I knew my junior brother was the best."
Cen Dao was completely confused. His hand loosened unconsciously, and the sword fell to the ground with a clatter.
The poor iron sword lay on the ground, unnoticed by anyone.
Ya Feiyu, who also saw all of this through his primordial spirit, said: "..."
It turns out the male and female leads were already together at this point... no, that's not the point.
He trailed behind the two boys, weaving through the woods. Their path was different from Cen Dao's and the others; it wasn't as rugged, nor did it have as many corpses. The roadside was lined with exceptionally tall and lush vegetation, and a faint, sweet fragrance filled the air, giving it a somewhat picnic-like feel.
If it weren't for the occasional shadows of corpses hanging from tree branches in the woods, Ya Feiyu would have almost forgotten where he was.
The two boys in front of him, however, were not as alert. Having overcome their initial panic, they were now bickering.
Ya Feiyu didn't listen closely to their banter; his heart felt as if it were shrouded in layers of gloom.
Cen Dao's attitude... was indeed very strange.
So far, he has not shown any obvious hostility, except when he went berserk in Jinyu City. If Cen Dao's inexplicable attitude is because of this, it is quite unreasonable.
If we were to be wary, it should have started back in Jin Yu City, not now.
Or rather... he was suppressing his guard?
Ya Feiyu lowered his long eyelashes, deep in thought.
"Master!" The voice of the young man in front interrupted his thoughts. Ya Feiyu looked up and saw Ye Chi carefully using his sword to part a patch of grass. Seeing him looking over, he hurriedly said, "Master, look, this is..."
Ya Feiyu frowned slightly and strode over.
A huge hole suddenly appeared where the vegetation was growing, it was a depression in the ground, and it was obviously not naturally formed.
There seemed to be a strange black mist inside, drifting out faintly and then dissipating in the air. It didn't look obvious and seemed particularly harmless, but the unease from the heart was undeniable; a cultivator's senses were much more acute than those of an ordinary person.
Ye Chi paused, looked over, and for some reason, despite his panic, he had an urge to go down and find out what was going on: "Master, should we... go down?"
Upon hearing this, Shi Bai's ears immediately flared: "Are you crazy?! Why would you... specifically go down to a place like this where there's nothing there..."
As he spoke, his voice trailed off, as if fear made him subconsciously tense in the face of the unknown, and he dared not say any more.
Ya Feiyu lowered his eyes and looked over. His eyesight was worse than others, but that didn't matter. The effect of such special eyes was also special. He could drive spiritual power and attach it to his eyes, so that he could easily see through the hidden places.
This degree is also something you can control yourself; you just need to control the amount of spiritual energy injected.
But strangely, he couldn't see what was happening below the cave.
To confirm that it wasn't his problem, he looked up and examined other areas—they were normal.
He then shifted his gaze back to the cave entrance. It was as if the area was shrouded in a thick black curtain, making it impossible for him to see what lay beneath and thus impossible to confirm whether it was safe to be there.
Logically, he should have left; the unknown is the most dangerous thing for a cultivator. But…
For some reason, he also felt a surge of urge to go down.
It was as if he could see a turning point in his life if he simply lifted this curtain.
Thinking this, he looked at Ye Chi, his silvery eyes looking at everyone with exceptional seriousness: "Are you going down?"
Ye Chi paused for a moment, then looked towards the cave entrance. Looking at the dark entrance, he felt a little apprehensive. People are afraid of the unknown, and this place hadn't appeared in the original novel, so he had no way of knowing whether it was safe or not, or if any treasures might be hidden beneath the cave entrance.
It looked terrifying. A slight thought of retreat welled up in his heart, and just then, he looked up again, only to meet Ya Feiyu's gaze.
Silvery white, cool and clear, like moonlight, it seemed to dispel all darkness and illuminate every corner of the abyss.
With such a powerful fighter who is the strongest in the entire book, why should he be afraid?
Having figured out the key point, Ye Chi decided to take the gamble. He had never been one to settle down; he had been rebellious since childhood. When faced with something new and unfamiliar, his anticipation and excitement outweighed his fear and unease.
He wants to go down.
Ye Chi was absolutely certain of his thoughts.
He nodded slightly, then glanced down at the cave entrance, a slight smile playing on his lips. If he could be with that moon-like figure, the little fear he felt would vanish in an instant. He crossed his arms, looked at Shi Bai standing behind him, who dared not approach too closely, and smiled provocatively: "So cowardly, yet you want to follow my master?"
Shi Bai's eyes widened instantly. He glared at him, but before he could speak, Ye Chi grabbed Ya Feiyu and jumped down into the cave.
Seeing this, Shi Bai hesitated only for a moment before grabbing his robe and leaping down. In the darkness, his voice echoed: "I'm not a coward! I can protect Master!"
Ya Feiyu: "..."
What exactly did they argue about?
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