Chapter 112 Eyes are not needed, they can be donated to those who need them
The moon is high in the sky, the palace is majestic, but the people in the Golden Palace are not calm.
The man looked at the white-haired young man who appeared silently in his forbidden area, and he showed a rare timidity.
The barrier in the palace is not something that ordinary people can break. Even if his barrier can be broken silently, who can break into the Feixing Sect's mountain protection formation silently?
The man had a bit of impatience on his face, as if he was woken up halfway after a good sleep. There was no positive emotion on his handsome and unruly face. His gray eyes were dull, but with an inhuman coldness.
The man in the hall quickly recognized the person who had come. "I wonder why the Immortal Master Yan Ye came to visit so late at night?"
Yan Ye laughed. "Why?"
He was tall, and just standing there gave people 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 even a little sarcastic. "Don't you realize that you are the planet of misfortune?"
He raised his hand lazily. "My disciple is the best disciple in the world. You want to destroy her. Have you asked for my opinion?"
The man hurriedly raised his hand to resist, but the restriction was pierced by Yan Ye like a layer of window paper, and then the powerful hand strangled his throat.
"If you don't need your eyes, you can donate them to those who need them. What stars are you looking at? What cultivation is being expended?"
Yan Ye sighed softly, and slowly tightened his grip, "Isn't it just that my little apprentice has cut off half of your cultivation? Why bother? My child is ignorant, so what's wrong with destroying one of your clones?"
"The child is still young, but you old thing are really vicious. You want to destroy her state of mind, and you want her to be condemned by thousands of people?"
The man tried hard to pull Yan Ye's hand away, but found that no matter what, the hand was like an iron claw, holding him tightly.
Yin Zhong's face turned purple little by little, and he felt that his throat was about to be cut off. Just as he was about to turn into the original body of the spirit vine, the man loosened his hand.
Yan Ye stood up expressionlessly, performed a spell to wash his hands, and wiped them with a handkerchief in disgust, "She wants to end all karma herself. That is her destiny, her way, so I won't kill you now."
"But after dawn, if there are rumors that my apprentice is a star of evil, I will kill you first."
"You are... someone who is going to ascend, and you dare to get involved in karma?" Yin Zhong's hoarse voice rang out behind Yan Ye.
The black robe that fell smoothly swept across the bricks of the golden palace, and the man frankly exposed his back in front of Yin Zhong.
Yin Zhong thought of many possibilities in his mind, and found that he could not kill him. At most, he would give Yan Ye a scar that was not painful or itchy.
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 realized the truth overnight and entered the Taiqing Realm. That night, you said 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 for a young disciple who has only been in the sect for a year, or even abandon his vows?"
Yanye was already walking out the door. "I mean what I say. After dawn, if someone talks about this again, I don't mind breaking my vows. 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 ascended monk? He didn't have to compete 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 he suddenly laughed, raised his hand to cover the scar on his neck, and called someone in with a hoarse voice.
On the main peak of Feixing Sect, the head of the sect was entertaining a female cultivator with a frosty face.
"This Minbao is indeed not the business of our Feixing Sect. Master Feng Yi, you came to me, but I can't do anything. How can we stop the people from talking nonsense?"
Feng Yi held a teacup and looked up at the headmaster who was fooling people like practicing Tai Chi. "Now I come 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 silver blades, "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 to hear."
The headmaster of Feixing Sect choked, "You are no longer the young master of the Feng family."
"But I am still the eldest daughter of the direct line of the Feng family." Feng Yi lowered her eyes indifferently, "It's just a word. There are many people in the Feng family. I just need to pass on a word. It's not a big deal."
"The Feixing Sect's stargazing technique has been passed down differently. An elder went astray while observing the stars at night, intending to create chaos in an peaceful country. What do you think?"
The lid of the porcelain cup lightly tapped the edge of the cup, making a crisp sound. Feng Yi waited for a while, and seeing that the sect leader was still practicing Tai Chi, she put the lid back on and stood up. "In that case, I, Feng, will go home."
She walked away abruptly, and when she was about to walk out the door, she suddenly said with a hint of meaning, "You have clearly noticed the chaos in the sect. Why did you let the evil do whatever it wants?"
The smile on the sect leader's face 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 mind the influence of the old families within Feixing Sect and think they are a drag on the development of Feixing Sect. You want to eliminate their separatist factions, so you promoted Yin Zhong and expanded his power. Anyway, he would 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 that you have thought about it, but you don't care."
The head of Feixing Sect stood there in silence for a long time, then spoke, "What Master Feng Yi said, even if they didn't come to me, those people would take the opportunity to bring Yin Zhong down." In
times of peace and prosperity, if there are no external enemies, it is normal for internal infighting to occur.
Feng Yi turned his back to the head of Feixing Sect, "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 layout and calculations."
"There is only one thing. Lin Du is my Wushang Sect's direct disciple and the only disciple of Yanye Xianzun before he ascended to heaven. Her reputation must not be damaged."
The head of Feixing Sect bowed, "I will do my best."
Lin Du is the first on the Qingyun list. If this first place belongs to Feixing Sect, they certainly don't want Lin Du to be labeled as a hated evil star when he has not grown up.
Of course, the situation he originally set up did not include clearing Lin Du's reputation as a heavenly evil star.
No matter which sect is happy to see one less disciple
of the Supreme Sect on the Chongxiao List. People from all walks of life in Zhongzhou have long been dissatisfied with the Supreme Sect's monopoly on geniuses. However, although the Supreme Sect only accepts geniuses, it recruits very few disciples, stays away from power shifts, concentrates on eliminating demons and defending the way, and sits firmly on the first strongest sect in Zhongzhou, which is undeniable.
It was late at night, and the small courtyard covered with spiritual vines was quiet, but a dim light was still on in a room.
Lin Du had read most of the thick book of Gu Jing for a whole day. Granny Ma was annoyed by the questions and drove people into the guest room to rest.
But she did not rest. She shook the person out of the spirit beast bag and drank a bowl of sugar water without waiting for him to wake up.
The spirit beast bag is not a good place to stay. Animals will hibernate voluntarily to preserve vitality and physical strength, but humans do not have this mechanism and simply fainted.
As soon as Shao Fei opened his eyes, he was met with an expressionless face.
Lin Du is used to smiling, even when he was interrogated with a knife that day, he was still smiling.
The smile is just a layer of skin. Shao Fei once complained in her heart that Lin Du's smile was fake and insincere, but now that Lin Du is not smiling, she feels a little scared.
The bright pearl was reflected by the glass lampshade, and the brilliant light was reflected. Lin Du was facing the light with her back, and her face was without any emotion. Her bones were well developed, her eyebrows were high, and her eyelashes were thick. There were heavy shadows under her eyes, bringing out her undisguised gloom and coldness.
"Come, let's talk."
Lin Du said, pulled a stool and sat in front of Shao Fei.