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Kong Ji changed Ye Hangzhou's medicine as usual, and used a secret method to force out some of the poisonous red insects in his body, and carefully sealed them into a container.
The process was very painful, but except for the first day of coma, Ye Hangzhou never let his teachers and commanders hear him cry out in pain.
"Be patient for a few more days. Your senior sisters and brothers have all gone to the divine realm. I believe they will be able to find the antidote." Kong Ji rarely comforted the patient on the bed, packed up the medicine and walked out.
When Su Xingting entered the room, the pale-faced young disciple was staring at the floating clouds outside the window in a daze.
This was originally his most lively and active disciple. He could hardly stay still for a moment since he was young, and when he started practicing, he had to enter tranquility through movement.
Now that he has lost his hands and legs, he can only lie quietly in bed and look at the sky outside the window.
"Master, where is Xiaoxue? Why can't I see her?" Ye Hangzhou saw his master coming and turned around to ask.
Su Xingting coughed and did not answer.
Ye Hangzhou was stunned for a long time, and finally reacted. He opened his eyes wide and said, "Impossible. You mean... Xiaoxue is there too?"
Su Xingting agreed.
"How can this be possible? Xiaoxue is so young, how can she go to a dangerous place like the Divine Realm?" Ye Hangzhou supported his body with his only hand and almost wanted to sit up.
"Although she is young, once she has established her foundation, she will be a true practitioner. We can no longer just treat her as a child." Su Xingting pushed him back. "Besides, Xiaoxue knows her heart better than anyone else. She herself is determined to go. As a master, I can't force her to go against her wishes."
Ye Hangzhou was stunned for a long time, then slowly lay back and closed his eyes.
When Su Xingting walked to the door, the disciple behind him called him again.
"Master," he said slowly, "when I first went up the mountain, the children with me were all crying. I was the only one who didn't quite understand. Coming to such a good place, to become immortals, what people and things could they be reluctant to leave behind that made them cry so sadly."
"At that time, I had no home and no family." He closed his eyes and said softly, "Now, I can understand it."
Outside the courtyard, Kong Ji held Su Xingting back.
"A jar of poisonous red-waisted insects is missing. It was clearly locked in the compartment yesterday, but it cannot be found today. It is a dangerous thing. Who dared to take it away quietly?"
Su Xingting thought for a moment and said without any context, "There are no outsiders on Xiaoyao Peak."
Kong Ji suddenly realized something and opened his mouth wide, "What do you mean?"
Su Xingting's disciple suffered a great loss at the hands of the Tianyan Sect's people. Su Xingting, who had always been protective of his own people, did not make a fuss about the matter, but kept it under wraps.
It turns out that the master and his disciple wanted to resort to private punishment. Indeed, when the sects coordinate, the other party usually punishes the disciple lightly and gives him a severe warning. His disciple has suffered so much, so he must get back twice as much to vent his anger, right
Kong Ji narrowed his eyes, and the scar on his eyelid made his face look even more ferocious.
"I can't believe that your two kids are so tough. Is it Fu or Miao? Humph, I will pretend I don't know this time. If it's exposed in the future, don't blame me if the head of the sect blames you."
The two of them came side by side to Qingjing Peak where the head of the sect was.
"No, I won't agree to it anymore!" Ding Huirou was getting angry inside, "That secret realm is too dangerous, we shouldn't let the disciples go there. How much energy do we have to spend to train a disciple? I can't just watch them die in the Divine Realm."
She saw the master of Xuandan Peak coming, "Why don't you ask the master of Xuandan Peak, how many things have happened since the appearance of the divine way?"
Kong Ji hesitated for a moment and replied, "It's indeed not very good, especially for the inner sect disciples. The number of casualties is really serious. On the contrary, the outer sect disciples are slightly better."
The head of the sect stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the auspicious fairy mountain outside the window, and the purple mist rising. After a long time, he sighed.
Su Xingting flicked his sleeves and sat down in the house, playing with the crystal clear "Egg-born World" in his hand.
In the slender fingers, the crystal jade universe turned back and forth. In the exquisite world, dots of silver flakes flew, and three gold coins sank and floated, unpredictable.
"Brother Su, why don't you say anything?" Ding Huirou called him, "There are only a few seedlings on Xiaoyao Peak. If one of them is accidentally broken, would you be willing to do it? Is your Dao heart really as solid as a rock and not affected at all?"
"It's not that I have a firm heart, but I am weak, so I don't even dare to form too many master-disciple relationships." Su Xingting pointed his finger at the sky and the earth, watching the three gold coins slowly fall into the mountains.
"We cultivators are taking the luck of heaven and earth for our own use. Ultimately, we are acting against heaven. Heaven's way is to take away the surplus and replenish the deficiency. Therefore, monsters that feed on cultivators, demons that feed on the common people, and even the catastrophes of heaven and earth that occur once every few hundred years are born. This is the art of checks and balances of heaven, allowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that has been taken away by these thousands of cultivators to return to heaven and earth."
Su Xingting looked at the money that slowly fell in his hand and said, "If we just keep them under our wings, how can we protect them for the rest of their lives when disaster strikes? As teachers, we should learn to let go."
Ding Huirou's momentum weakened. "Everyone knows the truth, but if we can see through it thoroughly, we don't need to practice this way. Otherwise, why did you rush into the secret realm to rescue your apprentice without caring about anything?"
Su Xingting lowered his eyelashes, said nothing, and silently put the egg-shaped world back into his sleeve.
The head of the sect, Dan Yangzi, turned around and said solemnly, "Everyone, our spiritual world has been prosperous and stable for hundreds of years. No one knows when the next catastrophe will come. Perhaps the catastrophe is just around the corner. Our disciples have been protected too well. It's time to be ruthless and let the children experience more."
The remains of Dongyue Temple.
Near the outpost outside the Shinto Trail, two men were searching aimlessly in the wilderness.
"Have you heard? It is said that many seniors have sensed that the next catastrophe of heaven and earth will be not far away. It is just hidden from the minions like us." said one of the men.
"That's why you and I are trying our best to collect natural treasures and improve our realm to prepare for the catastrophe." Another person was holding a small white flower in his hand and was looking at it carefully. "I don't care whether others can survive or not, but I must not die."
The white flower in his hand had pale and weak petals, no fragrance or taste, and looked ordinary at first glance. Only when he held it in his hand could he faintly feel a little bit of spiritual power in it. Although he couldn't recognize its name, it was still a spiritual herb that grew in the ruins of the ancient gods.
This was given to him personally by a six-year-old girl named Xiaoxue not long ago.
"Here, this is for my brother." When the simple little girl handed over the flowers, she smiled so innocently that even someone like Lu Yihong couldn't avoid a brief feeling of guilt in his heart.
His companion joked, "Brother Lu, you are really something. You killed someone's senior brother, and even made his junior sister send you flowers out of gratitude."
"Brother, be careful with your words! How dare you talk about such things?" Lu Yihong looked around vigilantly and said unexpectedly, "If the people of Guiyuan Sect hear it, neither you nor I will be in trouble."
"I know, I know. Don't worry, the view here is wide, there is no one in the wilderness, and the spiritual power can only be mobilized a little bit. Whose spiritual sense can cover such a long distance? Even if a big guy in the Jindan stage comes in, it will not be easy to do it."
Far away from them, on the shoulder of an ancient god statue, stood a small "Golden Elixir Boss".
She closed her eyes and released a thin strand of spiritual power, which connected to the trembling receptacle of the white flower from afar.
Although in the Divine Realm, the realm is suppressed to an extremely low level by divine power, there is still an essential difference between the cultivators in the Golden Core Stage and the disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
If a cultivator in the foundation-building stage wants to mobilize spiritual power, he must first calm his mind, circulate his true energy, release his spiritual consciousness, and then use his spiritual power to control objects.
When one reaches the Golden Elixir stage, the spiritual consciousness fades away and the primordial spirit awakens. The mind and the primordial spirit are connected, and the spiritual power can be directly driven by just a thought.
With the same little bit of spiritual power, a Jindan cultivator with a clear mind can use it at a much higher speed and efficiency than a disciple in the foundation-building or Qi-refining stage.
Although Mu Xue's cultivation level after her rebirth is still far from reaching that level, her soul has already been condensed for a long time. In such a world with weak spiritual power, this is a great advantage for her.
For Mu Xue, she was the most suitable person to enter the temple in the entire Xiaoyao Peak.
He is as powerful as a Jindan-stage cultivator, and can also... afford the consequences of his own death.
The flower that Mu Xue handed to Lu Yihong was called the Diyu Flower, which was a material for making a communication tool. This flower only grew in the Demon Spirit Realm, and few people in the Immortal Spirit Realm knew about it.
In her previous life, Mu Xue had handled countless Diyu flowers and was well aware of its characteristics.
Now, as long as Lu Yihong still holds it, he can easily grasp his position and movements.
The soul sitting upright in the Huangting of the body heard a voice coming from afar.
"Brother Lu, are you sure that Ye Hangzhou is dead? Miao Honger and Fu Yunke are here. These two are not easy to deal with."
"Hmph, no need to worry. Ye Hangzhou has a broken arm and a broken leg. He fell into Hongyao's lair. Even a Daluo Jinxian would not survive. Even if Fu Yun came, what can he do? At most, he can only take back a rotten corpse."
"Hehe, you are really cruel. Ye Hangzhou really treats you as a brother. He fell into the trap just to save you."
"He is my brother. If you want to blame someone, blame the fact that the Heavenly Infant Grass is too precious and difficult to pick. I am helpless. A cultivator is someone who defies heaven and changes his fate. If he does not do it for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. So, don't blame me!"
"Ah...you! What are you doing!" One of them's voice suddenly became terrified and sharp.
"Idiot, why don't you think about it? I even killed Ye Hangzhou, so why should I leave you to share the spiritual herbs with me?"
"Lv Yihong! You, you are too cruel... You will not die well."
The man, his hands stained with his companions' blood, walked slowly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
On the side of the road, a little girl was squatting on the ground, seemingly digging up something.
"Is that Junior Sister Xiaoxue? What good things did you find?" The man bent down with his back to the sun and said with a smile.
Mu Xue raised her head with a look of surprise on her face: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Lu."
"I'm so lucky. I found a little bit of mithril. Look, brother." She stood up and handed the small piece of mithril in her hand to Lu Yihong, but she gently kicked a small tin man beside her with her toes and hid it behind her.
How could such a small action be hidden from Lu Yihong
A little bit of mithril is not rare. What is rare is that this little kid had just arrived at the camp not long ago. He first discovered the spiritual flower and then found the mithril immediately.
No one can have such good luck.
"What is this? Can you show it to me, brother?" Lu Yihong pointed at the tin man with a smile.
"Well... but my master doesn't allow me to tell anyone." The little girl lowered her head awkwardly, feeling extremely embarrassed.
This made Lu Yihong even more certain that the tin man on the ground, which looked like a children's toy, must have some secret hidden in it that he didn't know about.
"How can Senior Brother be considered someone else? Your Senior Brother Ye and I are as close as brothers. Your Senior Brother Ye tells me everything. He also told me that Xiaoxue is the most obedient to him."
"Yes, is that so? Then I'll tell my brother." The little girl was easily fooled and immediately couldn't resist. "This was given to me by my master, Xingting Zhenren. It's a puppet that can find treasures in the God's Domain."
The little tin man immediately moved according to Mu Xue's words and circled around Mu Xue.
In the divine realm, most puppets driven by spiritual power have lost their effectiveness. This toy-like tin man can actually move on his own, which shows that it is indeed a rare treasure.
If the little girl in front of him was a Jindan-stage cultivator, Lu Yihong would still suspect that she was secretly using her meager spiritual power to control the movement of the tin man. But this was just a six-year-old kid, so there was nothing to worry about.
"Is it true? Master Su actually gave Junior Sister such a useful magical weapon."
In the never-ending dusk of Shinto, the man with his back to the setting sun raised his lips, his eyes showing greed, and shrouded the pure white lamb in his own shadow.
"Junior sister, can you show me how to do it? I really want to see how it searches for treasures." Lu Yihong squatted beside Mu Xue and coaxed her in a low voice.
"But… "
"Brother, you also have a treasure here," Lu Yihong took out a green spiritual plant, on the top of which was a golden fruit the size of a peanut.
"Do you recognize this? It's called Tianying Grass, the main ingredient for refining the Dragon Tiger Pill, and it's extremely precious. If Junior Sister lets me see how to use the puppet, I'll give this to Junior Sister, how about that?"
"Really? Senior brother is such a nice person." The little girl's eyes sparkled.
The little tin man led the way slowly, making a clacking sound. It turned left and right, as if it was carefully searching for treasures buried under the ground.
Lu Yihong's heart was getting happier and happier. They had walked far enough, and the place was getting more and more remote. He no longer had to worry about being bumped into by others. It was simply like God was helping him.
He subconsciously looked at the little junior sister holding his hand, and the junior sister also smiled sweetly at him.
Another naive and ignorant lamb, just like her senior brother.
Before he died, he was still grateful to the executioner who killed him.
Soon all these lambs will crawl at his feet, obediently offer their flesh and blood, and become stepping stones for him to climb to a higher position.
The little tin man stopped and turned in a circle on the ground.
"Is this the place?" Lu Yihong licked his lips and rolled up his sleeves. "Let me see what we found this time."
Little Mu Xue stood not far away, clapping without any guard, "Yeah, brother, dig quickly and see what you dig out this time."
Lv Yihong's scabbard shoveled the soil quickly. With a click, the metal scabbard really hit something like a jar. He was overjoyed and bent down to look. He saw two or three bloody red threads coming out of the soil, piercing into his arms and thighs with a whoosh, and then disappeared into his skin in an instant.
"Red... red... waist." Lu Yihong's face turned pale in shock. "How could it be, how could there be a red waist here?"
"That's right, how come there is such a thing as a red waist here?" A childish voice sounded, and the pure white lamb said curiously.
"It's you? It's you! How dare you hurt me!" Lu Yi pointed at Mu Xue, furious.
"Brother, don't be angry yet. Hongyao is an ancient poisonous insect. There is no cure. Brother, hurry up and cut off your arm. Maybe there is still hope."
Lu Yihong's hair stood on end.
He once said exactly the same thing to Ye Hangzhou.
"Quick! Junior Brother Ye, Hongyao is poisoned and there is no antidote. Cut off the arm first, maybe there is still hope."
So the junior brother cut off his poisoned hands and feet without saying a word, but was pushed into Hongyao's lair by him afterwards.
Now, he could only do the same as his friend who was framed by him. He rushed over to pick up the sword, and cut off his hands and legs while crying in great pain.
It turns out that poisoning is so painful and death is so terrifying and desperate. Lying in a pool of blood, Lu Yihong begged the person in front of him to save his life.
"Have mercy, have mercy, Junior Sister. Killing is wrong. It will only leave you with inner demons and hinder your Taoism. Please spare me, spare my life."
He is about to die.
The little devil in sheep's clothing just looked at him in despair indifferently, still talking to himself.
"I have been without parents since I was a child. I grew up alone in the darkest city."
"People around me either beat me with whips or put all kinds of poison in my food."
"Before, I never knew what it felt like to be taken care of by others."
This devil-like girl ignored his pleas and kept talking nonsense. Lu Yihong's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he finally fell into eternal darkness.
"Finally one day, I suddenly came to a place. The people there were all very nice to me..." Mu Xue said softly.
In front of the city gate, the senior brother squatted down.
Junior sister, why aren’t you crying
In the morning, snow fell on the square.
Do you want to learn boxing? Can my senior teach you
Between the mountains, there were two flying green leaf instruments, one large and one small.
Hahaha, see? This is my, Ye Hangzhou’s junior sister. No one can bully her from now on.
"You hurt my beloved junior brother, and you still want me to spare your life? Letting go of a scum like you will plant a demon in my heart." Finally, Mu Xue said calmly.
"Despite your young age, you're so ruthless." A cold voice sounded from above.
Mu Xue turned her head and saw a man in black standing on top of a locust tree that had been dead for many years.
The man was wearing a black armor, with a thin waist and long legs, and black boots stepping on branches, looking down from a high place. The wind blew his hair, revealing half of his face that defied frost and snow.
Mu Xue subconsciously wanted to turn her head away to cover her face.
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