Hundreds of miles away, Luoling.
After several hours of driving, the travel-stained young man walked through the mountains, frowning his slender eyebrows all the way, lifting the hem of his light blue gown to avoid the wild weeds growing at his feet.
The weeds reached his knees, poking out their sharp jagged blades, opening their bloody mouths to the young man's calf ferociously.
There are a large number of unknown tiny flying insects hidden in the grass, and they gather in groups of three or four to form mist after cloud.
Wu Cong had no choice but to raise his vigilance to the highest level, and used his profound strength to open the way. The bright yellow earth rolled up the yellow sand, and whipped the grass on both sides, stirring up a frenzy.
Guided by the crystal, after a long trek, the young man finally walked out from the boundless bushes, thorns and maple trees, and saw a cave ahead.
The outer stone platform has been baptized by wind and frost, but the traces of excavation on the cliff are very new. Obviously, there was only one stone platform here, and it was excavated recently, so there is a cave for shelter from wind and rain.
Isn't Master in retreat
How could he come to such a wild place for no reason
Wu Cong touched the rock wall with his right hand, stepped cautiously into the dark cave, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "I really don't know what that old man thinks..."
After taking a few steps, the field of vision was completely shrouded in darkness.
The young man rubbed his hand impatiently in his arms for a moment, took out a torch, but it was not lit yet, he stepped on a hard object, lighter than a stone, and the crackling sound was more crisp, after kicking Roll away a few steps and hit the wall with a bang.
Wu Cong frowned deeply.
In the next second, the torch was lit up, and the dim yellow light illuminated the cave—
Under his feet were densely packed, yellowed and blackened white bones that glowed faintly under the firelight.
"Fuck!"
Wu Cong was so shocked that his heart stopped beating for an instant, and he blurted out a dirty word.
Practitioners are not afraid of things like corpses.
But at this moment, the young man was guided by the dean. He didn't expect to see such a scene. He was shocked, and his heart was too shocked, and the number of bones in front of him was really too much. Coupled with the ghostly wind in the cave... it really reminded Wu Cong of many weird folklore.
The young man's scalp was numb, and the bright yellow profound energy shook outwards in the shape of light waves, immediately shaking away the numerous white bones, and swept out a clean area under his feet.
But after the bones were swept away, the condition of the ground was more clearly revealed in front of the young man—
blood.
Lots of blood.
Solidified red, with a faint fishy smell, presents a deep dark black under the erratic firelight.
Wu Cong: Oh my god!
He covered his nose with his sleeve, turned around and was about to run wildly, fleeing this area.
But the faint old voice came from the depths of the cave, hoarse like a broken bellows, with a faint smile, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, come here."
Wu Cong's right eyelid twitched wildly, before he had time to respond, he heard the man say again: "The Phalaenopsis I have cultivated for ten years, did you burn it all?"
This question has to be answered.
Wu Cong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying to regain his composure.
The young man turned around and saluted, and said cautiously: "Master, it's the younger brother who is stubborn, so it doesn't cause much loss. The apprentice failed to fulfill his duty of care. Please master... punish me."
"well… "
The person in the depths sighed quietly.
Then there was rustling, the slight sound of wild animals walking through the forest, and a figure slowly appeared in front of Wu Cong.
His body is bent, his hair is white, his face looks like withered petals, and his eyes are cloudy.
Compared with a few days ago, on the Siguo Peak, Guan Heng saw an even older appearance. The fire of life was like a trembling candle in the cold wind, and it would be extinguished immediately if he was not careful.
Only one lip was bright red and full, with scarlet blood glowing under the firelight.
Wu Cong was so frightened that Huo Zhezi almost missed him, and said in disbelief, "Master, Master?"
How could Master have aged like this
His master is the dean of the Central Academy, the strongest cultivator in the world!
When he was accepted into the academy a few years ago, the master seemed to be in his prime, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a hunchback, a bold smile, and sharp eyes like stars.
It's only been a few years, why is it suddenly dying
The old man seemed to see the doubt and fear of the young man, but he just narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his cheeks full of wrinkles, without answering.
His voice was light and ethereal, more permeating than the passing wind.
"I know it's you," the old man said slowly, "Boy, I understand you. I can turn a blind eye to the tricks you played before—but not this time."
"Ten years, my Phalaenopsis..."
The old man shook his head quietly, and sighed: "Look at me like this, how can there be another ten years?"
Wu Cong swallowed quietly.
An indescribable sense of fear spread silently. It crawled into his sleeve like a poisonous snake and snaked up his spine. The cold and slippery feeling made the young man's scalp tingle.
He stammered: "Master, you, are you sick?"
"What do you need? Lingzhi? Our Wu Family has many Lingzhi. Even if we don't have any, I can pay you to buy them—"
The old man chuckled and shook his head again and again.
"I have retreated for many years and traveled all over the world's famous mountains and rivers, but only found this magical species of Phalaenopsis."
"Do you think it just emits phantoms at the time of dawn and dusk to confuse passers-by?"
"Boy, it's too superficial. You have to observe its gray aura, which is the only subtle aura in the world that condenses on this special plant at the moment when day and night intersect - called chaos."
The softer the old man's voice was, the more frightened Wu Cong felt, and the stronger the feeling of something bad.
His feet were weak, and he broke out in a cold sweat, which soaked the back of the brocade clothes, and was blown by the cool wind, sticking wetly to his back.
"The Phalaenopsis can help me warm and nourish this body."
"But now it's been burned by you, I... can't last long." The old man said indifferently.
"However, by borrowing the last bit of chaotic power I saved before, I can still integrate myself into a new body and live a new life."
"Actually, I've been waiting, waiting for a perfect exorcism shell. I've waited for many years, and I got you—I told myself, it's already very good, at least not worse than the current one."
"But not long after, another Xie Ziyou appeared."
The old man sighed quietly several times, but there was a hint of a smile in his voice.
The strange and hoarse voice echoed back and forth on the stone wall, crashing into the ears of the frightened young man who had already been fighting, piercing like a sharp arrow, causing Wu Cong to almost collapse to the ground.
"Bone, talent, potential...that girl is good at everything."
"There's only one problem—she's a woman, a little girl."
"I'm confused!"
The old man's snow-white eyebrows were slightly lowered, with a frowning face, he shook his head and sighed: "I have thought about it for a long time, whether I want to be a woman once."
"Yes, I can't overcome it psychologically; no, such a good body, it will be hard to see after many years."
"I told myself, wait, wait. Wait until the Phalaenopsis matures, when this body can no longer hold on, it's not too late to change."
"But I really didn't expect that God would treat me so kindly—send me a better disciple when I was dying."
The old man raised his head abruptly, his cloudy eyes bursting with light.
The coercion belonging to a high-level cultivator poured out in an instant, overwhelming Wu Cong like a mountain.
The young man's eyes flickered, his heels went limp, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already kneeling limply on the ground, unable to move!
"Your little junior brother, why do you think I must accept him as an apprentice?"
"Because his profound strength attribute turned out to be the long-lost chaos."
The old man was so excited that he was spitting and flying, his graying and withered hair fluttering in the wind.
"It's simply a gift from God."
"I followed the traces of his life all the way, and came to this mountain—can you imagine?"
"The aura of chaos is everywhere, even the most common beasts and mushrooms have a hundred times more power of chaos than Phalaenopsis!"
Wiping his right hand across his lips, the old man smacked his lips in satisfaction, a strange blush appeared on his cheeks.
He walked up to Wu Cong slowly, stared down at the young man who fell on the ground condescendingly, looked directly at Wu Cong's sweaty cheeks and frightened eyes, remained silent for a long time, and slowly revealed a relieved smile.
"This place is simply heaven," said the old man.
Like a mountain pressing down on him, the young man huddled on the ground trembled, but he couldn't even move his fingers.
With trembling lips and a clear cry in his voice, he begged, "Master, Master!"
"I'll help you trick Guan Heng, I'll help you trick him! You've taken a fancy to him, right?"
"Don't look at me, I'm too weak to dirty your hands..."
Tears flowed from the corners of the young man's eyes, mixed with the snot that could not be wiped away, and dyed the handsome face of the young man colorfully. The whole face seemed to have been soaked in water, and his cheeks were pale and almost swollen.
The originally handsome facial features have been twisted into a ball, and the outline cannot be discerned, leaving only the indescribable fear in front of life and death.
The old man stared at Wu Cong's collapsed appearance, then slowly leaned over, gently caressing the young man's forehead with his withered fingers.
He almost lovingly wiped away his disciple's tears, and with Wu Cong's pleading eyes shining with renewed hope, he put his sharp nails on the young man's forehead.
Wu Cong's heart suddenly tightened violently!
A wisp of gray gas quietly drilled out from under the heart valve, crawled out of the sky cap meandering, and broke through the shackles of the skin—and the moment the gray gas appeared, the young man's profound core seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and his profound strength suddenly lost control.
There is only a tiny trace of gray air, but along the meridians and blood, the hair-like gray air quickly splits and multiplies, turning into a large mess of strange air currents, entangled wantonly on Wu Cong Xuandan, and gradually condenses into a weird orchid pattern.
Dark long leaves, slender like sharp mouthparts, Wu Cong collapsed on the ground helplessly, watching all the profound strength he had cultivated since his cultivation, being infected by the gray air, turning into a dark trickle, quickly flowing into the old man's dry place. the meridian.
"Don't blame me, kid."
Helpless and regretful, the old man gently stroked Wu Cong's messy bun with his other hand, his tone almost gentle.
"I have to have a body to go back to the academy. Look at me now, I can't walk, I can't straighten up—how can I go back if I don't borrow a new body?"
"And besides the body shell, I also want your profound strength."
"I work hard and play the role of a dean who is full of peaches and plums. What am I trying to do?"
The old man laughed in a low voice, the sound became louder and louder, and gradually turned into an almost crazy laugh. The sound of magic echoed back and forth between the stone walls, and was carried by the breeze, far away from the cave, floating in the sky above Luoling.
Enjoying the wonderful feeling of profound energy entering the body, the old man said with emotion: "Really pure profound energy, as expected, the fastest cultivation method in the world is to plunder."
Under his palm, Wu Cong's eyes gradually despaired.
This damned, instantly occupying his mysterious core, leaving him with no power to resist - since when did it start lurking in his body
The Central Academy has dozens of professors and thousands of students, and the dean has countless mysterious means to contact them secretly. If he is not even aware of this disgrace, what about the others
If everyone's body was secretly manipulated by the headmaster, and everyone's profound energy was piled up together, what kind of monster would it create
But soon, Wu Cong didn't have the energy to think about this terrible question.
A feeling of sleepiness and fatigue like the deep sea struck from the depths of his limbs and bones, submerging his whole mind in an instant.
On the mysterious core, black orchids quietly close together, with winding long leaves, densely wrapped into a fine sphere.
The youth's pupils slowly dimmed.
One eye was kept wide open, revealing the bloodshot scarlet whites.
"I have been focusing on education for more than ten years," the old man laughed wildly, and said to himself, "Now is the harvest time."
After saying that, the wild laughter stopped abruptly.
The old man's body, like a candle in the wind, tilted to one side and hit the ground heavily.
A dark stream of light climbed up Wu Cong's pale cheeks, penetrated from the place on the forehead where the gray lines protruded from the scratched nails, and spread all the way to the location of Xinmai and Xuandan.
The young man's lifeless face gradually turned gray, and his skin bulged with strange protrusions, as if a foreign object was shuttled back and forth under the skin.
Outside the cave, the wind howled and the branches and leaves moved.
A line of black birds suddenly rose from the woods, their black wings cut through the sky, like arrows, they flew towards the distant sky, two or three feathers fluttered in the wind, accompanied by a series of mournful cries , slowly falling.
Central College, hundreds of miles away.
Xie Ziyou, who was blushing just now and kicked Guan Heng out of the door again, suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.
It was as if a bug had burrowed under the valve of the heart and took a small bite.
The boy clutched his chest suspiciously.
But he didn't see that under the bright sunshine, a cloud of gray air quietly spread, climbing up his cheeks as white as enamel.