Chapter 871: Are there still ordinary people left...?
silence.
A deathly silence.
The allure of becoming an immortal is immense, but the price of turning into a madman and losing oneself is too high.
Just when everyone was hesitant.
"I'll go in."
A hoarse voice broke the silence.
A middle-aged man stepped forward from the crowd.
He wore a Taoist robe that had turned gray with age, his temples were gray, his eyes were cloudy, and he exuded an air of despair and death.
"You?" Jade Virtue Master looked at her. "Aren't you afraid of going mad? Aren't you afraid of losing your feelings?"
"Forget love?"
The middle-aged man smiled.
His smile looked worse than his tears.
"If I could forget my feelings... then this picture would be my benefactor."
He raised his head, his eyes showing no longing for immortality, but rather a loathing for the memories.
"In my life, I have cultivated the Tao for a thousand years and been moved by love five times."
"The first time, she was my junior sister. She said she wanted to establish her foundation and borrowed 10,000 low-grade spirit stones from me. Then... she took the spirit stones and ran away with the senior brother from the next peak."
A few suppressed chuckles came from the crowd.
The man didn't laugh, and continued:
"The second time, she was a mortal woman. I didn't mind that she was mortal and we became Daoist partners. A year later, she gave birth to a child. The child had dark skin and looked just like that Kunlun slave who often came to deliver vegetables."
There was more laughter, but even more affection.
"The third time, she was the sect's prodigy. To help her win first place in the competition, I exhausted my cultivation to protect her. As a result... she put a 'power-dissipating drug' in my tea because she was afraid I would become a stumbling block for her."
"The fourth time, that woman treated me extremely well. I thought I had met my true love. But three years later, I discovered that she was keeping male lovers, enough to fill two tables."
"The fifth time..."
The man's voice choked with emotion.
“We were together for three years. She truly loved me, and I truly loved her. We even made a pact that we would rather die than live.”
“But last year… she was killed by an assassin hired by my third Daoist partner, who pierced her heart with a sword.”
“I killed the assassin, and I killed that bitch.”
"Revenge has been served."
"But my heart... is empty too."
Two streams of tears flowed down her wrinkled cheeks.
"A real person."
The man knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.
"Love is too bitter, like a poison that pierces the intestines."
"I'm not afraid of going crazy, nor am I afraid of turning into stone."
"I want to... forget all this nonsense."
"If I can become an immortal, if I can possess the power to sever all of this... take this life."
Master Yuci looked at the 놛, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
In this world, the most hurtful thing is never a sword.
It is the word "love".
"Go."
She sighed softly and stepped aside to make way.
"Thank you for your help, Master."
The middle-aged man stood up, without glancing back, and resolutely stepped into the painting.
Buzz.
놛놅's figure disappeared.
With someone taking the lead, the crowd instantly became restless.
"I'm going in too! I've had enough of this messed-up world!"
"My life is coming to an end. Rather than die of old age, I'd rather take a gamble!"
"I too want to forget love! I too want to become an immortal!!"
Countless cultivators, like carp crossing a river, rushed into the painting.
Some people do it for power, some to escape, and some simply to survive.
In the short time it takes to burn half an incense stick.
The number of monks in the square had decreased by more than half.
Master Yuci looked at the disappearing faces one by one, and finally turned his gaze to a corner of the square.
There.
A group of monks dressed in moon-white robes stood there.
Moon Shadow Sect.
From beginning to end, they didn't move.
From the white-haired Supreme Elder to the newly initiated Qi Refining Disciple, everyone stood there quietly, as if this opportunity to become an immortal had nothing to do with them.
A familiar face was leading the group, holding a purple clay teapot, leisurely sipping tea from the spout.
Zhang Mengchu – Elder of the Moon Shadow Sect.
Master Yu Ci was deeply impressed.
Because she stole Zhang Mengchu's wine.
Elder Zhang.
Master Yu Ci slowly descended from the high platform and approached Zhang Mengchu, looking at her with curiosity: "Now that you have reached the eighth level of the Void Realm, you are only one step away from the Great Ascension stage. Why don't you advance?"
"This is a shortcut to becoming an immortal."
Zhang Mengchu put down the purple clay teapot, stroked the few sparse goat hairs on his chin, and smiled like an old fox.
"You're joking, sir."
"Becoming an immortal is certainly good, but if I, an old man, were stuffed into that jar and pickled for three thousand years, I'd probably turn into cured meat when I came out."
"As for shortcuts..."
She shook her head, her bright eyes filled with understanding.
"I don't understand any profound principles."
"But I know that cooking requires high heat to reduce the sauce and low heat to simmer it slowly."
If you rush the cooking process and use high heat, the resulting dish will either be undercooked or burnt.
놛 pointed to the painting, then pointed to the sky above.
"In seeking the Tao, one must follow the natural way."
"If Heaven wants me to die, that is my destiny. When I kick the bucket, it will be in accordance with the will of Heaven."
"If Heaven wants me to become an immortal, then it is because the conditions are ripe and the time is right."
"Lock yourself in a cage, drive yourself crazy, and beg for that 'fruit'..."
Zhang Mengchu smiled, poured the tea from the purple clay teapot onto the ground, and it turned into a wisp of smoke.
“That seeking is not the Way.”
"That is..."
He raised his head, looked at Master Yu Ci, and said, slowly and deliberately:
"...kneel down and beg for your life."
Master Yuci was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile slightly.
good……
I can see it clearly.
The cultivators around Chen Huai'an were indeed extraordinary.
"not to mention."
Zhang Mengchu suddenly reached out and embraced the two beautiful young female cultivators on either side of him, and said with a smile, "I now have a Daoist partner, and an inexhaustible lifespan. Every day I live a life as happy as an immortal. The wonderful taste and pleasure are hard to describe... Hehe~ Why bother going to that River Map to suffer?"
Jade Virtue Master: "..."
She glanced at the girl next to Zhang Mengchu, whose age difference was several generations, and her lips twitched.
Then I looked at the washing machine spinning inside, and saw Su Qinian spinning inside.
And then there's Lin Fan, clutching the flying sword in his arms, his face constantly flushed and contorted with a sinister grin.
I was careless.
She retracted her previous thought.
There are probably very few ordinary people in the leadership of the Shadow Sect this month.
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