Time flies, and in the world of monks, the length of time is of no importance.
During the three hundred years, the woman gradually emerged and became a leading figure in the world of immortal cultivation.
No one here knows where she came from, and she is not affiliated with any other major sects, which makes more and more prying and greedy eyes fall on her.
One day, the newly built wooden house in the mountains was destroyed, and a group of masked men broke in with the intention of taking her away.
That was the woman's first killing spree, and the blood dyed the bamboo forest red.
Those who tried to use her as a stove roof did not get out alive.
Afterwards, she prayed for the souls of these people and took the initiative to talk to the beggar for the first time: "Ah Heng, do you think my master is cruel?"
Jiang Ziheng.
This was the name the woman gave the beggar on the day she picked him up, hoping that he would be self-reliant and stick to his original heart.
"No." Jiang Ziheng answered without hesitation, and was even a little excited. The blood all around him aroused his desire to kill. If he was not afraid that his master would not like it, this group of people would not be enough for him to practice.
But when the woman heard this, a hint of confusion appeared between her cold eyes. She looked at the distant sky and said, "Tell me, why is there killing in this world?"
At that moment, Jiang Ziheng understood the compassion in her eyes.
That is the great love for the world, it is mercy, it is the holiness that does not allow any filth to exist.
He lowered his head with a pale face and secretly hid his hand.
These hands are covered in blood and cannot be discovered.
At that time, he realized that if he wanted to stay with his master, he could only be an upright and ordinary disciple, not a demon or a person with a dirty heart.
Later, the days of hiding from place to place became too disturbing, and just as the woman was about to make a breakthrough, she took Jiang Ziheng back to the sect.
This was the first time Jiang Ziheng knew that his master was from the Pharmacist Sect.
This place, which is inconspicuous and unremarkable in the martial arts world, unexpectedly produced a powerful person who had cultivated to the top for three hundred years. No wonder the woman never introduced herself as her master. I'm afraid she didn't want to bring trouble to her master's sect.
After entering Feitian Ferry, the woman went into seclusion.
Before closing the cave, she had only one instruction for Jiang Ziheng: "Have fun with the brothers."
She never had high expectations of him.
Therefore, even though Jiang Ziheng's progress in cultivation was slow over the past three hundred years, he had never been blamed. Now, this instruction seemed more like handing him over to the master's care.
It made sense. After all, with her ability, she would be able to break through the tribulation and become an immortal within a year or two. By then, he would be left alone in the world, and naturally he would become an ordinary disciple of the Pharmacist Sect.
Unfortunately, he is not an ordinary beggar.
He was born in a swamp on the other side of the ocean. He was a demon from birth. Over the past three hundred years, he not only healed the injuries from practicing martial arts, but also used his talent to explore a set of his own practice methods.
In fact, his cultivation level is already on par with his master's, but due to the racial gap, it will take him hundreds of years to ascend.
He thought he had enough time, but his master left too quickly.
"Little Junior Brother, don't worry about staying here. We will help Junior Sister Jiang take good care of you. Haha, she has been extremely talented and intelligent since she was a child. The Medicine Master Sect doesn't have any extra resources to support her. What we need to do now is to keep a low profile and not let people from other sects find out."
The people in the Pharmacist Sect are very nice, each of them is careful and considerate, and they have the same compassionate heart of a doctor and the same chivalrous spirit as the woman.
But this is exactly what Jiang Ziheng hates the most.
He came up with an idea from the concern of his fellow brothers, and began to spread the news secretly, which attracted many sects to besiege the Pharmacist Sect.
During this period, the woman finally came out, but the gap in strength was too big, and these rabble beat her to a pulp in no time.
After that, there was another long period of seclusion.
Jiang Ziheng was unwilling to give up, so he found his birthplace and stole the sleeping heart of the god in the swamp on the other side of the ocean.
This heart can attract heavenly thunder and shatter the heavenly steps.
As long as the heavenly steps are broken, the master will not be able to ascend and can only find another way like him.
Anyway, if you become a god, you have to be free of desires and even the little kindness in your master's eyes will disappear. So it's better not to be a god. You can stay in the bamboo forest and live for thousands or even millions of years. With their abilities, they can call the wind and rain without any problem. Wouldn't that be a carefree life?
Unfortunately, things happen unexpectedly. Jiang Ziheng did not expect that his master would almost die under the thunder from the sky, and his soul would have to go through thousands of years of reincarnation before it could return to its place.
This is a punishment from heaven.
Now that a thousand years of loneliness have passed, the time has finally come for master and disciple to meet again. Jiang Ziheng's heart is filled with joy and relief.
"It's been a thousand years. I can hear my master calling me again. I will die without regrets." Jiang Ziheng looked up at the woman in front of him. He could no longer suppress the love in his heart and his eyes were full of madness.
The woman reached out and stroked his head, as cool and gentle as she had been when they were children. However, the words that came out of her mouth were not words of comfort, but rather, "Was it you who was responsible for the curse that befell the pharmacist family back then?"
Hearing this, Jiang Ziheng, who was kneeling on the ground, froze. A trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes, and he subconsciously shook his head to deny it, "No, Master, are you..."
However, before he could finish his words, the hand fell on his shoulder. It was neither light nor heavy, but it exerted a huge force, almost crushing his bones.
"Aheng, don't let me use the soul-searching technique." The woman's voice was cold and lonely, more indifferent and lonely than Ye Lan's, and more elegant than the mortal world.
But such a plain sentence made Jiang Ziheng feel a chill down his spine and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
It had been so long that he had forgotten how powerful and impartial his master was.
Over the years, he has been watching her soul reincarnate, treating it as an experimental subject and playing with it in the palm of his hand in each life. He has completely forgotten how terrifying the number one power in the world of immortal cultivation was a thousand years ago.
"Master, I..." Jiang Ziheng was unsure how much memory the woman possessed after their souls merged. After hesitating for a long time, he finally didn't dare to lie and stammered to admit his mistake. "Because they've been searching for you, I didn't want to hand your body over to them, so I had to cast a spell on them."
The result of the curse was that the bloodline of the Pharmacist family became weaker with each generation. In the end, they were afraid that they could not protect Kunpeng on the Feitian Ferry and the broken entrance to the Heavenly Stage, so they had no choice but to pass it on to others. At one point, it even disappeared in the long river of history.
It was not until the Wu family's generation that things started to improve a little, but Wu Xingjie and his son obviously had few children, and gradually they became burdened with the consequences of the curse.
"Untie it." The woman gave the order lightly.
"Okay, I'll solve it right away." Jiang Ziheng didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, fearing that he would not have the chance to atone for his sins. He turned around and drew talismans and made seals towards the Pharmacist Sect opposite the thousand-foot waterfall, thus solving the thousand-year-old blood curse.
This was his own creation, so even though the Pharmacists had doubts over the years, they were unable to find the crux of the matter or a solution. But for him, it was just a piece of cake.
After doing all this, he turned around and looked at the person in front of him with hopeful eyes, "Master, I know I was wrong. From now on, if you say east, I will definitely not go west. I have changed, okay?"
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