After Failing to Influence the Protagonist

Chapter 37: Been waiting for you for a long time

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The road to Wuwang Peak is very dangerous. There is a section of the road that is extremely narrow and full of slides. It is close to the cliff and you will fall and be smashed to pieces if you are not careful. There are strange cypresses growing on the cliffs, blocking people's vision, restricting their body shape, and making it more difficult to walk.

Pei Jing lifted the branches along the road with his hands, lowered his head and crawled through. After looking around, he said, "When I first came here, this road wasn't that difficult to walk on. Now it's in such a terrible state. How long has it been since someone came here?"

Wusheng used his staff to explore the way and smiled: "After all, there are only a few idle people."

Pei Jing understood what he meant instantly. He looked at the group of young men standing timidly in front of him and smiled after realizing it. "Yes, I am quite free."

Those young men were almost all in the foundation-building stage, and they had only just begun to master flying swords, let alone flying in the air. If they fell from the ground, they would be in real danger of death.

They looked nervous and forbearing, and took every step with trepidation. However, the mountain road was winding, and some people didn't pay attention. At a turn, they bumped into a cypress tree growing on the cliff. They stepped on empty space and fell straight down.

The boy let out a scream of despair and terror.

The people in front also turned around, widened their eyes, and shouted his name, but they didn't know what to do.

Pei Jing was behind him, smiling and shaking his head, "What a hassle."

He flicked his long sleeves, and the petals condensed into ropes, which turned into a long dragon and rushed down, wrapping around the waist of the boy who had fallen, and pulled him up from the gates of hell. The boy returned to the road, but his legs were weak and he knelt down.

The rest of the people who witnessed everything were dumbfounded. They looked up in shock, staring blankly at the two young men who walked out of the clouds.

One of them is wearing a golden and white monk robe, with white silk covering his eyes. The other is wearing grey and brown winter clothes, with his hair tied up with a straw rope. The former is kind and gentle, while the latter is elegant and bright.

The boys were shocked, the name on the verge of coming out of their heads, but they couldn't believe it.

Wusheng was a monk after all. He took a step forward, and with his slender hands, he lifted up the slumped young man on the ground. He said softly, "Wuwang Peak was a demon cave in the past, and even now, ghosts are still lingering there. You are only in the foundation-building stage, and it is dangerous for you to stay here. Don't go any further, and go down the mountain."

The young man sitting on the ground was so frightened that his soul was about to fly out of his body. His face was covered with snot and tears, and he sobbed: "Thank you, thank you benefactor. Thank you for saving my life."

The other young men stood there in shock, speechless.

The sea of clouds and the howling wind became the background. After hesitating for a long time, the leader finally asked, "Who are the two seniors?" Although they had some guesses in their minds, they still didn't dare to draw a conclusion, lest they meet such people.

Pei Jingsong held the flower leaves in his hand and smiled: "Don't think about it, we are not the two people you think of."

"Uh." The boy stood there awkwardly.

Wusheng shook his head but smiled without saying anything.

Pei Jing looked them up and down, and said with a teasing smile: "I guess you are not Yunxiao disciples. Why are you all dressed like this?"

Several teenagers blushed instantly, but the leader remained calm.

He stepped forward, bowed, and explained their purpose and origin one by one.

"We are disciples of the Yunyin Sect in Yunzhong City. We came to Wuwang Peak this time on the orders of the Sect Master to go up the mountain and eliminate the demons."

Pei Jing became interested and said lazily, "Go up the mountain to slay the demons? Are you kidding me? The demons on Wuwang Peak are not something you, a bunch of young boys, can handle. I'm telling you, have you offended the headmaster?"

The leading young man blushed and then turned pale, lowering his head and saying, "Senior, you may not know that since Pei Yu slaughtered the mountain with one sword, there are not many monsters left on the mountain. Most of them are flowers, plants and beasts that have been polluted by evil spirits and have become spirits. They are harming the people living in the mountain. They are not difficult to deal with."

Pei Jing laughed: "Really?"

The leading young man continued, "Yes, and once we got to the mountain, we only hunted on the edge. We would not even take a single step into the locations of the fourteen states of the Clouds. This is also what the headmaster repeatedly told us when he arranged this training."

Pei Jing nodded: "It's quite cautious. Although the Fourteen States have been wiped out, who knows whether the ghosts of those evil cultivators have dispersed."

He returned to the original question: "Then why are you all dressed like this?"

The leading young man scratched his head awkwardly and said, "This is just in case. We are afraid that the spirits of the demon cultivators who died in the Fourteen States will cause trouble. So we dress up as Pei Yuzhi, thinking that we can scare them."

Pei Jing was delighted, it seemed that he and Wusheng were wrong.

Come to think of it, if one really wants to imitate him, he has to do it alone, and at least he has to reach the Golden Core level.

The young men respectfully made way for them and let them walk in front. Pei Jing smiled back at them, and in the silence of the young men, he turned back and shook his head and said, "You can't imitate me at all."

Wusheng was somewhat helpless: "In your eyes, I naturally look like no one."

Pei Jing looked up at the sky and said slowly, "Actually, I don't like wearing white clothes. I like black. It won't show if it's dirty, and it's very mysterious. But my master has mysophobia, and in his eyes, white means elegance, righteousness and brightness, while black means sin and chaos. So when I was a child, he forced me and everyone in Yunxiao to wear mourning clothes together. Tsk."

Wusheng laughed and said, "If Taoist Tianya heard what you said, you would probably be beaten again."

Pei Jing also laughed: "Isn't he not here?"

Wuwang Peak is very high. Surrounded by clouds and mist, the temperature is cold, and the bloody gloom that once hovered over the sky has gradually disappeared into the sky year after year.

The forests are dense and the wild animals are dormant.

Only the northernmost part is barren.

The place where the fourteen states of Yunzhong were stationed at that time. Even after a hundred years, it is still as mysterious as a forbidden area.

Several young men said goodbye to them outside the forest.

Pei Jing and Wu Sheng walked straight inside.

The gate to the Fourteen States Mountain is at the top of the mountain. There is a hillside going up with layers of steps, and there are dried bloodstains in the cracks.

Pei Jing looked ahead, thoughtfully.

"When I first entered the Fourteen States, what I saw were several demonic cultivators sharing a woman. The entire sect seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, with withered bones everywhere, a living hell. When I found the leader of the Fourteen States, he was crying and laughing like a madman, and it was obvious that he was mentally disturbed. I thought it would be difficult for me, after all, I was fighting against a powerful Yuanying stage cultivator, and I was already thinking about using the magic weapon my master gave me. Unexpectedly, that madman was so vulnerable."

"I always thought he was possessed and his spiritual power was disordered. Now I think there is something else going on."

When he slaughtered the entire mountain sect with one sword, the legend of his peerless grace was told by outsiders, but in fact, it was somewhat puzzling to the person involved.

Wuwang Peak. Fourteen States in the Clouds. The mountain gate stands in the moonlit sea of clouds. The young man who came to kill people with a sword and a smile has now returned.

Almost immediately, Pei Jing felt the malice and fear coming from all directions.

If the Yin energy is too heavy, it will breed evil spirits. In the past, the sect was full of cultivators. After a long time, they could always find ways to comfort and guide the souls with the help of the evil spirits.

At this moment, I don’t know how many pairs of eyes are lurking in the dark.

Pei Jing smiled and advised them politely: "Long time no see, but I think you can take a break. If you can't beat me before you die, don't even think about becoming a bunch of wandering ghosts after you die. Save your energy and be reborn well."

"..." The group of evil spirits in the dark were so angry that they didn't want to talk.

Wusheng smiled and shook his head. After knowing each other for many years, he had long been accustomed to Pei Jing's behavior.

He held the staff and said to Pei Jing in front of the mountain gate: "You go in and investigate first. I will start the soul transfer here."

Pei Jing nodded: "Well, be careful."

Even after a heavy snowfall, the blood could not be completely hidden. After passing through the mountain gate and the hanging ladder, we arrived at the main hall of the Fourteen States.

The blood here has not yet dissipated. There are piles of bones, mortals and demons, piled together. Cobwebs are everywhere, and blood has soaked the walls and stone steps red.

Pei Jing followed his memory and came to where the headmaster was. When he entered, his smile faded.

There were some other things in this palace. The first thing I saw was the hideous blood-red handwriting, the ink was not dry yet, it was flowing like blood. "Seven Killing Songs" was written on the screen behind the main seat in front. It was still the same twisted and arrogant style. Behind every word, it seemed that there was an evil ghost living.

"You really are so ignorant that you only know this one poem."

Pei Jing smiled lazily and walked forward.

Standing in front of the main seat, he drew his sword directly, as sharp as the wind, and cracked the screen into pieces. Every word twisted and groaned, and the ink seemed to come alive, flowing everywhere but not overflowing the edge.

The screen fell down with a loud bang.

Pei Jing saw the scene that followed.

The remains of the dead leader were piled in the corner, and next to it was a secret passage that had been opened by someone.

Shu Yan had been here before, but he had left, so who was inside now? Pei Jing raised his eyebrows, held the sword forward, and disappeared into the darkness.

However, he didn't notice that the ink was still spilling out bit by bit on the fallen screen behind him.

There was no light in the dark passage, and no forks in the road. As Pei Jing walked forward, he felt a chill that pierced his bones. As far as his sight could see, a ball of red mist appeared in front of him, floating from the end of the dark passage. The red mist seemed to have the function of corroding people's minds. Pei Jing only took a breath and felt the world spinning. But fortunately, he was determined to follow the Tao, and soon he held his breath.

The vision is still unclear.

At this time, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"How did you get in?"

Pei Jing turned around.

In the blood-red mist, a young man stood, his graceful figure unparalleled.

Blue and white robe, pale green headband. Chu Junyu.

Pei Jing was stunned for a few seconds, then laughed: "I was wondering why you hadn't been seen in the past few days, it turns out you came here."

Chu Junyu glanced at him and said, "Since you're here, let's go together."

Pei Jing smiled: "Okay."

Chu Junyu walked a few steps and suddenly said, "This is where the leaders of the Fourteen States were possessed by the devil. The mist is poisonous. Don't breathe or talk. I investigated in Yunzhong City and got a few tranquilizing pills. Take them first."

He opened his hand, and in the palm of his slender pale hand was a jade-colored bead.

The light seemed to be able to dispel the blood mist around it.

Pei Jing joked: "When did you become so considerate?"

Chu Junyu was stunned when he heard this, then smiled softly and clearly: "After all, we don't know what we will face later, two people are always better than one."

Pei Jing looked at his smile with interest. It turned out that this was how Chu Junyu smiled.

Yes, he was born handsome, which melted away the coldness of his temperament. With such a gentle smile, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to contain romance.

Pei Jing suddenly lowered his head and smiled, picked up the bead with his fingertips and looked at it carefully.

Then, the beads shattered in his hand.

Click.

"You still don't know him well enough."

Pei Jing quickly patted the powder and said, "Unless Chu Junyu has undergone a sex change, how can he be so considerate and gentle?"

"It seems that in addition to your low level of education, your ability to imitate is also poor."

The boy opposite was stunned for a moment, then a twisted smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His whole body began to change, blood oozing out from all parts of his body, little by little, and finally he became a real blood man. In other words, a "man" condensed from red ink.

There are no facial features, only limbs. The head is sunken, like a huge mouth.

Pei Jing said: "Your real body is not here, and you left a pile of ink behind, and you still want to deal with me? Brother, you are teasing me."

The bloody man was probably irritated by him, and he gritted his teeth. His voice was hard to tell whether it was male or female, and it was hoarse and unpleasant to hear: "So what if I can't kill you now? This fog is poisonous, and the poison will invade your consciousness, causing you to go crazy and die in the fog."

It is poisonous if you touch it.

It’s really gloomy.

Pei Jing smiled: "Then you really can't keep your cool. Tell me that I can invade my spiritual consciousness. Isn't it enough for me to seal my spiritual consciousness?"

The bloody man spat out a mouthful of blood in hatred: "Seal your consciousness, then you will stay in this secret passage for the rest of your life, and don't even think about getting out."

Pei Jing: "I don't know whether I will die or not, you go down and wait first."

I talked so much nonsense with him just because I touched this fog and felt something was wrong, so I just tried to get the truth out of him. Now that the truth has been revealed, there is no need for this chatterbox to live any longer.

There was no need to use a sword, Pei Jing had an ice spirit root. An ice-blue light seeped out from his fingertips, forming an icicle that pierced through the bloody man's head and then stopped inside.

The bloody man twisted his body in pain, and the ice quickly solidified.

He had no time to escape and turned into an ugly bloody ice sculpture.

Sealing off his spiritual consciousness in this dark corridor actually turned him into a blind man. This was not the scary thing, the scary thing was that he did not know whether the ghost of the former head of the Fourteen States was still in this room.

It would be interesting if it were still there.

... ... and who was the person who entered before him.

Pei Jing walked forward.

Only then did I understand what the bloody man meant.

This road never ends.

Gradually, the thing he was most worried about happened.

The world is chaotic and dark.

The deep and hoarse voice of the leader of the Fourteen States sounded from a very far place.

It seemed to be in the air, and also seemed to be underground, vague and unknown. Every word was permeated with coldness and murderous intent, and the chill penetrated into the bones.

He laughed slyly, and the sound poured into his ears, bringing with it the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator and the pain of tearing.

"I've been waiting for you for four hundred years, Pei Yuzhi. You're finally here."

"... ... "wipe.

Pei Jing pulled the corner of his mouth. He closed his consciousness and couldn't see clearly. It was like the enemy was in the dark and he was in the light, which was very disadvantageous.

Just when Pei Jingxiang was thinking about how to deal with it.

He heard another voice.

It came from one direction, with a cold and nonchalant tone.

The man laughed.

"Wait for me to come and disperse your soul?"

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