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Of course, as to whether Lingyun Sword Master was reincarnated or not, Zong Ci knew it very well.
After saying this, Liu Yuan put away his extremely cold consciousness, and his expression returned to its usual warmth. He pretended to be surprised and asked, "Brother Zong, why are you vomiting blood again? Is it okay?"
Zong Ci wiped away the red that seeped from the corners of his lips without leaving a trace, and forced a smile, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Liu. It's just an old ailment, I'm fine."
Shit, this guy's spiritual sense is so cold and sinister. When it swept over Zong Ci's body, the cold air seemed to invade every part of his body. Doesn't he have any idea who made him vomit blood
Judging from his spiritual consciousness, it is at least above the out-of-body level. He comes to Tai Yan Sect to pretend to be a small minion and bullies a weak disciple. Do you think it’s fun
Zong Ci confirmed in his heart once again that he was indeed not familiar with this divine consciousness and he didn't know how he had attracted the other party's attention.
At this sensitive time when the demon clan and the righteous are forming an alliance, an unknown out-of-body stage cultivator secretly disguises himself as an outer disciple of the Taiyan Sect. His intentions are known to everyone.
Moreover, this is when there are very few people in the out-of-body stage in the entire cultivation world. Counting on one's fingers, this out-of-body stage is either the evil sect leader of the Hehuan Sect or the Wild Fire Sect, or a high-level person in the Ghost Realm.
Unfortunately, Zong Ci paid little attention to these things after his rebirth in this life, and he was not quite sure how many powerful people above the level of out-of-body experience there were in the world of cultivation nowadays. He could only make a note of this and check it slowly later.
After seeing the young man in black put the handkerchief back into his sleeve, Liu Yuan's eyes flashed, he turned his back and led the way again.
After this wave of turmoil, the following tasks were smooth sailing and nothing unexpected happened.
Zong Ci was feeling unhappy, so he quickly and decisively killed the monster with a casual wave of his sword, and signaled Liu Yuan to go forward and dig out the elixir.
"Brother Zong's sword is truly amazing every time I see it. It is truly admirable."
He looked back and saw the blue-shirted disciple staring at him thoughtfully. After noticing Zong Ci's unfriendly gaze, he smiled back at him slowly.
Liu Yuan had long known that Zong Ci had an extraordinary appearance, but he usually lived a reclusive life, kept a very low profile, and looked sickly, so few people would notice this directly.
But once he grasped the sword—
However, the ordinary iron sword, with a lazy look, still looks like a sword unsheathed. It can easily become the focus of the crowd's vision, making people admire it.
Even though his appearance and sword intent were very different, he had just used his spiritual sense to carefully detect it, but apart from the fact that he was already known to be weak, he could not find anything wrong.
But Liu Yuan always had an inexplicable premonition.
He must have some relationship with that person.
At Liu Yuan’s level, premonition can represent so many things.
However, what exactly this premonition is still needs more verification.
In the far depths, the man sitting on the bone throne sneered.
"Brother Liu, you are so kind."
Zong Ci held an ordinary iron sword in his hand. He swung the sword back and put it back into the sheath. "Now that the monster has been dealt with, let's go back as soon as possible."
The Sunset Forest is a short distance away from the Taiyan Sect Mountains. It was already noon when they got here. If they delayed any further, they would probably not be able to return to their humble abode until the evening.
Given the danger Liu Yuan had revealed before, Zong Ci didn't want to stay with him until night at all. Who knew what kind of unexpected events might happen at night.
Of course, he remembered this grudge.
When he finds the right opportunity, Zong Ci will report Liu Yuan without exposing himself, so that he can feel what a beating in life feels like.
There is ample time.
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After this incident, Zong Ci's life returned to normal again.
Of course, the peace and tranquility only applies to him. In places that Zong Ci cannot see, the alliance between the demon race and the righteous path becomes closer and closer, and the matter of starting a war in the ghost realm is also on the agenda. The forces in the entire cultivation world have heard the news and have stood in line to wait and see.
After completing a mission together with Liu Yuan last time, Zong Ci never took the initiative to be alone with Liu Yuan again.
But for some reason, the entire outer sect seemed to tacitly acknowledge that the two of them had a good relationship. Several times, Zong Ci heard other disciples mention Liu Yuan in front of him.
Of course, Zong Ci was very skeptical that Liu Yuan played an absolute promoting role in this.
After all, he lived in the room next to Zong Ci. Zong Ci would rush to see his smiling face seven or eight times out of ten times when he went in and out of the door. Every time, he would say "Hello again, Brother Zong," in an especially exaggerated voice, for fear that others might not hear him.
In this regard, Zongci can only say: "... "
In recent weeks, he would take one or two days out to report to the Sutra Repository conscientiously.
Finally, one day half a month later, I was fortunate enough to be assigned to the fifth floor of the Sutra Library.
Before going up, the boy guarding the door of the Sutra Library specifically told him two things: "The fifth floor is only for elders and above of my faction to enter. The skills and classics stored inside are all protected by powerful talismans."
"Don't be unnecessarily curious. Most high-level classics are obscure and difficult to understand. You are only at the third level of the Qi Refining Stage. If you rashly use your spiritual sense to copy them, you will only suffer a backlash."
The boy had been on duty in the Sutra Repository for decades, and he had seen many outer disciples who did menial tasks secretly making rubbings, only to suffer the consequences and become dementia. There was no need for the Law Enforcement Hall to intervene at all.
Of course, if it was any other disciple, he would not be so kind to remind him. It was just because of greed that he brought it upon himself. People always have to pay the price for their actions.
But this one...
The little boy raised his eyes and took a look.
The young man had black hair hanging down, eyes like stars, a gentle and clear temperament, flawless beauty, and a curve on his lips that was as gentle as a spring breeze.
Everyone likes to look at beautiful women, and a good appearance can certainly win preferential treatment in most cases. Moreover, the other party has been working in the Sutra Library for half a month, has a diligent and responsible work attitude, and is likely to be the next Sword Peak disciple, so it is always right to do a favor.
"Please note that this jade card is a one-time use. Remember to take it back before sunset."
"Thank you for reminding."
The young man in black pursed his lips and smiled, took the jade token that unlocked the restriction from the child, turned around and pushed open the door.
When he used the jade token to open the fifth layer of restriction and looked down at the numerous bookshelves on this floor, Zong Ci was in such a good mood.
Spiritual consciousness turns people into fools
It might be okay to change someone else, but Zong Ci definitely wouldn't. Even if his soul was incomplete, it was still the residual soul of an immortal, how could it be so miserable.
Even though these contents had little impact on Zong Ci, his spiritual awareness was still only at the Qi Refining stage, and he was unable to scan them all at once.
Here, the rows of bookshelves are filled with ancient books, one after another, with no end in sight.
"... Six hours, I hope we can find it."
He sighed, picked up the broom beside him, and headed straight for the ancient books area.
Fortunately, the authority required to enter the fifth floor of the Sutra Library is too high. There are only 20 to 30 people above the level of the elders in the entire Taiyan Sect. These people are in high positions, busy every day, knowledgeable and powerful, and rarely come here. In the long run, it is not likely that someone will enter the fifth floor of the Sutra Library for several months, which greatly facilitates Zong Ci's search, and he does not have to worry and pay attention to the surrounding environment.
The difficulty lies in the fact that there are too many books. Zong Ci has lost count of how many times he has taken a book off the shelf, glanced through it quickly, and put it back when he found no words worth noting.
He kept repeating this action, and his Qi Refining Stage consciousness began to ache slightly in his sea of consciousness due to overuse.
There are very few books related to the soul, and even if there are, most of them are stored in the ghost realm Fengdu.
The righteous sect like Tai Yanzong has always regarded ghost cultivation as a crooked and evil sect. In the eyes of the righteous sect, ghost cultivation is only slightly better than demon cultivation.
The pain in his sea of consciousness was unbearable. Zong Ci distracted himself and prepared to take a rest. When he looked up, he saw the fiery red sunset outside the window.
It's almost time.
It was not until then that he realized that a whole day had passed without him noticing.
'It may take another half a month for the fifth floor to come next time... No, I have to hurry.'
Since his rebirth, Zong Ci no longer has this sense of urgency.
But this matter is truly a matter of life and death, and he cannot afford to be idle.
The young man in black rubbed his temple to suppress the pain, and reached out to the last book on the bookshelf.
Perhaps fate had already arranged everything. Just when Zong Ci was mentally prepared to accept the fact that he would gain nothing today, his spiritual sense suddenly scanned a few extremely vague words.
!!
He paused for two seconds and quickly opened the yellowed ancient book in his hand.
Because of his rough movements, a page in the ancient book accidentally slipped off under his force. But Zong Ci didn't care about that now, he quickly browsed the contents of the book.
This seems to be a note left by an alchemist in ancient times.
The notes that could be placed on the fifth floor were certainly not those of an ordinary alchemist. In fact, even Zong Ci had heard of the name of this 'Master Chen Dan', who was a famous earth-level alchemist thousands of years ago.
Just now, Zong Ci saw the record in his notes about a cultivator whose soul was accidentally split during his practice and came to buy his elixir.
... ... The body and soul of a cultivator complement each other. But apart from the ghost cultivators who passed through the Yellow Springs Gate, this is the first time I have seen someone who can make his soul like this. In other words, it is incredible that such a broken soul has not dissipated between heaven and earth.
This sentence was written very sloppily at the end, but Zong Ci felt it was a little weird and touched his nose.
... ... because he is also one of the "incredible" ones.
So I spent some time and asked several ghost cultivators and demons in detail, and learned some secret methods...
The demon tribe has a secret method called "blood sacrifice". The details are unknown, but it is said that this is the only known way.
Demon race
Zong Ci put the ancient book back on the bookshelf with a heavy heart, picked up the unused broom beside him, and prepared to go downstairs.
As a result, the moment he turned his head, his black pupils suddenly contracted because of shock.
A little boy in blue clothes and black hair was standing at the stairs, looking at him with a smile, looking extremely innocent.
The boy was even shorter than Zong Ci, and his face had not fully grown yet, but his eyes were deep and experienced, like an old man who had seen a lot.
This combination was extremely weird, but Zong Ci didn't feel like laughing at all.
The black-clothed young man's fingers, which were tucked under his long sleeves, began to spasm unconsciously, and he trembled as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
It’s not because of anything else, but because that face, even though it was a hundred times younger, still haunted Zong Ci’s countless nightmares.
It was exactly the same as his master.
When facing his master, Zong Ci really felt unsure.
After all, they had lived on the main peak of Taiyan Sect for so long, and had lived together day and night for hundreds of years.
Even if one is reborn, a person's habits and little actions are difficult to change, and you never know what clues you will discover after spending a long time with them.
Besides, Zong Ci had already decided to stay away from the people from his previous life in this life. It would be best if they didn’t meet each other, and they would not have any contact until they died.
Taiyan Sect is so big, and there are countless outer disciples. If he really wants to hide, he can just lock himself in his humble abode and not come out, and no one can do anything to him. If he really wants to stay away, at most he can take off the outer disciple uniform and travel around the world. After three years, dust will return to dust, and what regrets can he have
But the words he saw in the Sutra Repository always made Zong Ci feel uneasy.
The secret method of the demon clan, 'blood sacrifice'... ... He recalled the day when Rong Lian invited him to visit the demon clan's Chixiao Palace in public, and his heart sank.