Yan Jin's promotion came unexpectedly and unexpectedly.
In the middle of the night, Shen Zhixian was awakened by the violent fluctuation of spiritual energy, he hurriedly put on a piece of clothes, took the spiritual pill and went to knock on Yan Jin's door.
Immortal cultivation in this world is divided into thirteen realms, and the sixth stage is a small watershed, which mainly tests whether the cultivator's state of mind is stable. Only when you rise to the sixth rank can you be regarded as stepping into the world of cultivating immortals.
Although Shen Zhixian felt that with Yan Jin's aptitude and mentality, it would be easy to move up a rank, but he still asked the fourth elder to ask for a spiritual pill just in case, and it turned out that he made the right decision.
After knocking on the door for a while, there was no response. Shen Zhixian felt that something was wrong, so he pushed open the door and walked in. As a result, his face was almost scratched by the aura that was swirling at a high speed like a flying knife.
He hurriedly avoided, seeing Yan Jin's situation in the room, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.
Yan Jin probably suddenly realized the promotion in his sleep. He was wearing only his underwear, and the situation was not very good. He sat cross-legged on the couch, his body trembling slightly.
Shen Zhixian approached, saw his face turn blue and white, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, frowning slightly, not daring to disturb him, he could only sit on the side and protect the Dharma for him.
All living beings will have seven emotions and six desires.
And if all kinds of emotions are too much, they will become obsessions and become demons - the sixth-order realm is a threshold for screening out people with unstable moods.
The surrounding spiritual energy fluctuated more and more violently, and the rich spiritual energy rushed towards him. Yan Jin couldn't resist, so he had to accept them together, and his face gradually turned red.
Shen Zhixian secretly screamed that it was not good. With Yan Jin's realm at this time and the size of the aura in his body, he couldn't contain all the auras. If he was forced to contain it, it would only destroy his spiritual roots and burst his aura!
Before he could think about it, he raised his hand and grabbed Yan Jin's wrist, ignoring the advice of the fourth elder, and mobilized his spiritual power to block the swarming aura for him.
It seemed that the spiritual energy of the entire peak was gathering here. Shen Zhixian gasped for breath, with a vague sense of pain in his heart, but he did not dare to stop - if he stopped at this time, Yan Jin would be swallowed up and torn apart by these crazy spiritual energy.
His eyes were a little dark, the spiritual energy from the outside world was rampant, and the spiritual energy that Yan Jin couldn't contain in his body was also slamming into him, making him almost unbearable.
"Master!" When he was suffering, Yan Jin suddenly lost his voice, as if he was enduring great pain, and his voice was shaking, "I beg you to spare the disciple... I beg you..."
Shen Zhixian was stunned by this sudden sound, and when he raised his head in surprise, he was shrouded in the overwhelming darkness, and all kinds of voices filled his ears instantly, chaotic and noisy—
Yan Jin's mood swings were so severe that it affected the spiritual energy around him, bringing Shen Zhixian's consciousness into his dream.
After the initial darkness, it was plain white, and the voice of the human voice disappeared, replaced by the sound of cold wind. As soon as Shen Zhixian's vision regained clarity, a mass of snowflakes rushed towards his face.
He dodged in a hurry, and the snowflakes brushed against his ears and flew away, feeling nothing at all.
Shen Zhixian reacted and knew that he had entered Yan Jin's dream of ascending the ranks and transcending the calamity - this is probably the source of Yan Jin's inability to steadily ascend.
He wanted to find out what Yan Jin was thinking about, so he didn't leave in a hurry, and looked around, this is... Siguoya? Yan Jin dreamed of Si Guoya
In Yan Jin's dream, Shen Zhixian was a ball of air, and when his mind moved, he "walked" to the top of the peak.
In that shallow little cave, there was indeed a skinny little boy curled up. His clothes were ragged, most of his body was buried by ice and snow, his eyes were half-open, his fingers trembled for a long time, but he couldn't condense a trace of spiritual energy - his spiritual root was frostbitten.
Shen Zhixian was stunned for a while, this was different from what he remembered, but in line with the plot of the original book... No, how could Yan Jin have such a dream
The little boy's face was as pale as porcelain, and he almost melted into Bai Xue. Shen Zhixian felt a little distressed, after all, he was the protagonist he liked and the apprentice he had raised for several years.
He subconsciously wanted to touch the little boy's face, but he couldn't touch anything. However, the little boy seemed to have sensed it, and opened his eyes slightly in his direction, showing a slightly confused look.
The next moment the scene changed suddenly, Shen Zhixian only felt a flower in front of him, the blood-covered young boy fell to the ground, his body convulsed, and he raised his head to look at him with difficulty.
"Master..." The little boy had a humble and desperate look on his face, praying with blood and tears, "Please..."
His body was covered in wounds, slashed by a knife cut by sword qi, and bloody. He was in extreme pain, and his voice was hoarse.
Shen Zhixian felt so distressed that his hands were shaking, and without even thinking about it, he was about to pick up the little boy, but the other person was one step faster than him—
The indifferent man in white took a few steps over him indifferently, stood in front of the young boy, looked at him condescendingly, and raised the long sword in his hand slowly and mercilessly.
The sharp tip of the sword rested on the few intact skin of the young man, and with a little touch, blood beads came out.
Shen Zhixian looked at the other "self" in shock, and after trifling the young man's spiritual roots, he seemed to lose interest. He threw the sword and left indifferently, feeling that his whole soul was trembling, and even the scene was repeated again. Converted to Thinking Cliff without paying attention - no wonder!
I see!
All the mysteries were solved in an instant. Why did the young boy reject him like this when he first saw Ya Kuang, and even showed hatred in his eyes, that was because Yan Jin was reborn!
Why is Yan Jin so jealous of him, and he is still so defensive and alienated after more than three years, that is because, in Yan Jin's eyes, he is the murderer who broke his spiritual roots and killed him in his previous life!
Shen Zhixian's consciousness returned to the cage, and he was in a trance for a moment before returning to his senses. Once he regained his senses, he saw that Yan Jin was about to be unable to hold on, so he hurriedly found out the elixir to feed him.
But Yan Jin was very uncooperative, struggling constantly, avoiding the torture in her dreams. Shen Zhixian was almost unable to hold him down, so he finally fed him the elixir.
Fortunately, I asked the fourth elder to ask for the elixir, so even if Yan Jin failed to upgrade this time, it would not hurt too much.
The entrance of the spirit pill turned into a spiritual liquid, and it worked quickly, and the colliding spirit power gradually calmed down. Yan Jin's body was still twitching slightly, but he was clearly calming down.
"Master..." Shen Zhixian still hugged him and patted his back gently and slowly, just like he coaxed Xiao Yanjin three years ago, and subconsciously said, "Huh?"
He thought that Yan Jin was awake, and when he pulled away a little distance, he realized that Yan Jin was still closing his eyes, with beads of sweat on his long eyelashes.
Shen Zhixian pulled up his sleeves to wipe the sweat for him, but didn't say a word. Seeing that he didn't tremble, he just said that it was all right. He was about to help him lie down, but he suddenly grabbed his sleeves.
"Master..." Yan Jin opened his eyes faintly, a layer of mist filled his dark eyes, a little misty, as if he was still immersed in a dream. He said, "Are you going to kill me?"
Shen Zhixian didn't have his heart skip a beat, he looked down at him, not knowing for a moment whether he was still in a dream or was already awake.
There was a trace of tiredness and fragility on the handsome young man's face. He blinked, and the mist in the bottom of his eyes thickened. He was dazed and seemed to fall asleep again, "Master."
Shen Zhixian was surprised.
The young man said softly: "...It hurts too much. You should kill the disciple with one sword."
The end sound gradually dissipated, Yan Jin let go of his hand, closed his eyes, and pulled his neck like a slaughter, a completely defenseless posture.
His sword lay beside the bed.
Whether it is him or Shen Zhixian, you can touch it as soon as you reach out.
The aura in Yan Jin's body gradually calmed down, almost dispersing—that was a sign of failure to ascend, because Yan Jin couldn't get out of his dream.
Shen Zhixian pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to take the long sword, held his hand, gently but firmly placed the hilt of the sword in his palm, and exerted a little force to make him hold it firmly.
"Open your eyes."
Yan Jin opened his eyes blankly.
"Look down."
Yan Jin obediently ordered one action and looked down at the sword.
Shen Zhixian covered his hand with one hand, holding the hilt with him, and the scabbard with the other hand. With a little force, the long sword was unsheathed by half a foot, and the Lingling sword light brought a little chill.
"Did you see it?" Shen Zhixian said calmly, "Giving you a sword for the master is not for you to persuade. Whoever wants to bully you, just draw the sword."
As soon as the voice fell, the spiritual energy suddenly surged up again, and Yan Jin heard clearly that the barrier that imprisoned his cultivation in the sea of spiritual energy shattered.