Dongxuan School
The mountain in the sect seemed to always be as tall as the clouds. Even at noon, the mountain gate was still shrouded in shadows without any sunlight.
The hierarchy in the Dongxuan Sect is particularly strict. There is a secret competition between people in terms of cultivation and master. The disciples come and go in a hurry, often running between the residence, the Trial Valley, and the dining hall. If their cultivation level is high enough to practice fasting, they don't even have to go to the dining hall.
Therefore, on the flat and open road, there was not a single disciple playing around, nor could one hear any idle talk or laughter, only the sound of cold and hard swords breaking through the air.
The head of the sect, Immortal Venerable Qingxuan, was only wearing a plain grey robe, with a smile on his slightly plump face as usual. He asked gently, "Junior brother, did you gain anything from your trip to the Northern Wasteland?"
Walking beside him was a man in black clothes, who looked much younger, with cold eyes and eyebrows, without any emotion, like a statue.
He continued walking forward without looking around, ignoring Immortal Venerable Qingxuan.
Immortal Qingxuan touched his nose, but he didn't feel embarrassed. After all, he had been used to it for thousands of years.
Everyone knows that Dongxuan Sect has three immortals, but they don't know that the oldest one, Yang Xuan, has already closed his eyes and started to challenge the Dao realm. It seems that he hasn't come out after three thousand years of seclusion, so he might have failed and died because his life span was exhausted. After all, life and death are the laws of nature, and even if you become an immortal, you can't escape this dark world.
Therefore, in fact, the trump cards of Dongxuan Sect now only belong to himself and his junior brother, Xuan.
Xuanxianzun was an orphan who was abandoned in the wilderness. He was picked up from a wild dog by a disciple who was out for training. He had no name, so everyone called him Gouzi. Everyone gave him a mouthful of food to raise him. He was supposed to be a choresman, but who knew that he secretly learned swordsmanship and defeated the inner disciples in one fell swoop, and he has come to where he is today.
Xuan did not have a master back then, he learned everything on his own.
There is no other disciple in this lineage except Shang Wuyang. Now that Shang Wuyang is dead... I am afraid I will be alone again.
Qingxuan cleared his throat and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but Immortal Shangxuan stepped past him and walked into the hall in front.
The hall was empty, with only countless life tablets standing in it.
Immortal Master Xuan looked quietly at one of the life plates at the end. The life plate engraved with the three words "Shang Wuyang" had broken into two pieces.
Qing Xuan, who followed in, sighed, restrained his smile and said solemnly: "Junior brother, I am sorry for your loss."
Immortal Master Xuan showed no sadness or joy on his face. He casually took the broken life tablet and turned to leave.
This is against the rules, because the fate card contains a wisp of the holder's soul. If there is a chance, the deceased can rely on this wisp of soul to possess someone else's body. However, no one has ever paid attention to this method. After all, there is only one wisp of soul. Even if the person comes back to life by possessing another person's body, the one who wakes up will be dumber than a pig or a dog. What's more, there is a high probability that the last wisp of soul will also disappear, and by then there will be no hope at all.
Qingxuan frowned. Could it be that Qingxuan wanted to take over another body for his disciple
There was no light, no sound, the whole world was empty, even Shang Wuyang himself was unconscious.
After a long time, there was suddenly a domineering force that lit up the whole world. Under the dazzling light, Shang Wuyang's consciousness, which was about to dissipate, gradually began to condense, and finally he slowly remembered the fact that he was dead.
The pain of having his head chopped off and his dantian pierced by the wooden sword surged over him like a tide. Shang Wuyang shrank back immediately, and his emotions fluctuated violently.
Then, the faint blue light that represented his soul trembled, and scattered streaks of light flashed on the stone wall of the dark room.
Shang Wuyang's memory gradually returned and he recognized the dark room.
The dark room was located on a cliff at the top of the mountain gate. Whenever he felt emotional after practicing killing, he would come here to lock himself up and calm down. There were also horizontal lines drawn on the wall when he was a child, which were used to record the time he spent in the dark room.
The only one who can come here, besides myself, is my master.
so…
Shang Wuyang's soul suddenly brightened. Was it his master who saved him? !
As expected, a cold voice sounded from not far away, with a familiar slow tone, without any ups and downs.
"You escaped."
There was no blame or question, just a simple statement of the fact that Shang Wuyang had escaped.
Shang Wuyang, who was in ecstasy just now, was suddenly poured with cold water, and suddenly remembered the instructions of his master before -
"Kill him."
However, Shang Wuyang did not kill Ye Shubai. For the first time, he went against his master's will and chose to flee without fighting!
Master has only one disciple, and he was the one who raised me, taught me swordsmanship and the power of laws, and even took me to the lower realms to practice. Although Master always looks cold and unapproachable, these things all show his concern for me.
Therefore, even if the master is unhappy, it is impossible for him to get really angry about it.
Shang Wuyang felt a little relieved, but he still felt afraid when he thought of Ye Shubai's sword intent.
It's not that I have never been defeated, nor have I never faced life-and-death crises. When I was training in countless lower realms before, there were many strange worlds of cultivation that gave me unforgettable memories. The feeling of being on the verge of death was repeated again and again. Killing and being killed were actually just a matter of a moment. If not for this, I would not have been able to comprehend the law of death so deeply.
The only exception is Ye Shubai.
"I am incompetent and have brought shame to Master. I don't know why the opponent's sword power suppresses me everywhere. Every time I fight with him, I feel that I am completely oppressed and have no way to fight back. I don't even have the intention to fight."
He had clearly intended to kill the other person, but when he actually faced that person's breath, he couldn't muster the courage to resist at all.
"It is indeed so." Immortal Master Xuan's voice echoed in the dark stone chamber, vague and unclear.
He suddenly changed the subject and asked a strange question: "Do you know what it is like to cultivate the Law of Death to perfection?"
Shang Wuyang quickly replied: "Control life and death, and achieve the highest avenue in this world!"
"Oh."
Immortal Master Xuan seemed to smile, but it was a smile without any joy in it. Instead, it was a condescending and disdainful smile.
"The Law of Death can only control death, but not life."
He lightly tapped the small soul ball in front of him with his finger, and a strange power of law overflowed, and the light spot at the fingertips became brighter.
A vitality overflowed from it, and Shang Wuyang could feel his soul beginning to revive, but he fell into a trance.
Except for the time thousands of years ago when Immortal Master Xuan's stunning sword killed all the orcs, Shang Wuyang had never seen his master take action.
In his mind, his master had cultivated the law of death to perfection, so he could wield his sword to destroy a world.
However, at this moment, when Xuan simply raised his hand and the power of the law lingered in the entire dark room, Shang Wuyang realized that he had been wrong for three thousand years. He also finally understood why he could not muster the courage to fight Ye Shubai when facing him.
Because Ye Shubai's power of law was exactly the same as the aura released by the Immortal Venerable Xuan, so that when he faced Ye Shubai, the fears he had forgotten naturally resurfaced, making him unwilling to resist!
Memories that had been sealed for who knows how many years were brought up, and Shang Wuyang recalled the dark night shrouded in the smell of blood. He was lying in a pile of corpses, while his master stood in the night wind with his sword raised. When the wind blew, countless orcs hiding in the dark were killed instantly, without even being able to utter a wail before dying.
At that time, he sensed an aura that was extremely similar to the law of death he had just comprehended, but countless times stronger, almost suppressing him from the root.
At that time, Shang Wuyang believed that this was the power of the Law of Death after it was cultivated to the extreme.
But what about Ye Shubai
Could it be that Ye Shubai is the master's clone? Or is he another disciple of the master? Or is he the descendant of the master's bloodline? Could it be that there is another person in this world who has cultivated the law to perfection like the master? !
Shang Wuyang's translucent soul hung on the top of his fate plate, like a shadow that would dissipate at any time. He realized that some things did not seem to be consistent with what he firmly believed. Something was brewing in the dim light and was about to break out of its cocoon.
“The opposite of death is life.” Master Xuan’s gaze passed through Shang Wuyang, as if he was looking at him, but also as if he was looking at another person.
He seldom said such loud words, or perhaps because no one usually listened to him, so he spoke a little more this time and even took the initiative to talk about what he had experienced.
"I am going to the Northern Wilderness to find the person who has mastered the law of life. You must have heard of her name. She is called the Fairy Xuanhu."
Shang Wuyang was stunned. Even though he was obsessed with cultivation and didn't care about worldly affairs, he had still heard of the name of Xuanhu Fairy. After all, she was the most talented medical practitioner in the past thousands of years. She had saved countless lives. Even in the Dongxuan Sect, there were many disciples who owed her favors.
It is usually difficult to find her whereabouts. Most of the time, she is looking for medicine in various places. I think she went to the Northern Wilderness to collect medicinal herbs.
It turns out that she actually mastered the law of life! No wonder she saved so many people! But why did the master look for her
"The journey to find her was a bit tortuous, but I finally got back safely."
After saying this, Immortal Master Xuan took out a small point of light from his hand. A vitality so strong that it could not be ignored emanated from it. Shang Wuyang's soul seemed to be affected by it and became much more stable.
A tiny glimmer of hope arose in Shang Wuyang's heart.
I wanted to ask my master if he had foreseen that I would face such a disaster, and therefore went to seek the Fairy Xuanhu to save me.
However, for some reason, he didn't dare to ask this question. Some terrible speculation spread in his mind, gradually wiping out the glimmer of hope.
Finally, Shang Wuyang could only ask with difficulty: "Where is the Xuanhu Fairy?"
Immortal Master Xuan looked at the light in front of him, slowly raised his eyes, and said nothing.
Certain facts are self-evident.
The master killed the Fairy Xuanhu and took away her power of law.
Shang Wuyang murmured: "Why..."
"Because you are incompetent, I have no choice but to put in some effort." Immortal Master Xuan simply stated the fact.
Shang Wuyang's mind was in a state of confusion.
I don’t know what the master wants to do, the only word left in my mind is “incompetence”.
These words were like the sharpest and coldest knife, cutting through his soul.
Shang Wuyang has been practicing very hard, without sleep or rest, and this has earned him praise from the world and the attention of the sect. For the sake of practice, he has stripped away his emotions, love, joy and anger. What he seeks is great enlightenment and a word of praise from the man in front of him who is both his teacher and father. He still remembers those two words "not bad".
I thought I might have made my master proud, but today, I realized that I was just...
inability
Immortal Master Xuan spoke in a cold and indifferent manner, revealing the cruelest fact.
"I thought you were the most talented one, so I brought you along to educate me. It seems that this was a wrong decision. She used medicine to understand the laws of life, and even though she had fewer resources than you, she still managed to reach perfection. It took me a lot of effort to kill her."
"And..."
Shang Wuyang shuddered, realizing that this time he was talking about Ye Shubai.
"He was born in the lower realm, but he understood the true law of life and death, and he can even kill you easily."
Xuanxianzun said calmly: "Compared to them, you are the most incompetent person. I am very disappointed."
He stretched out his hand and tapped Shang Wuyang's soul.
Instead of rescuing his disciple, he coldly stripped the law of death from his soul.
Shang Wuyang did not flee, nor was he allowed to escape.
's soul was in a trance, his eyes staring straight at the master in front of him, and finally dissipated bit by bit between heaven and earth.
The light in front of my eyes gradually dissipated, and the sound turned into dead silence.
In the last moment, what Shang Wuyang recalled was not the glory of being worshipped by everyone when he ascended to heaven, nor the despair and fear when he was killed by Ye Shubai.
Suddenly I remembered the first day I entered Dongxuan Sect.
The entrance to the mountain was long and steep, and the young Xi had never flown a sword before, so he started to cry when he stood on the sword.
At that time, the lonely immortal beside him stretched out his hand to him, led the child up the stairs, and stepped into the door of cultivation step by step.
The sunshine that day...
That's great.
The Law Enforcement Hall of the Dongxuan Sect is actually a series of dark rooms with no sunlight coming in, like a prison.
Immortal Master Qing Xuan was guarding the Law Enforcement Hall. After asking about everything with a stern face, he could not help but look at his little disciple who was kneeling below.
He frowned, sighed and warned, "After all, Shang Wuyang is his only disciple. If he takes his anger out on you, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop him. I have no choice but to stop him first."
It is better to be whipped than to lose your life.
Liu Shan, who was kneeling on the ground, had already received hundreds of whips on his body. He kowtowed heavily and said, "Disciple knows Master's painstaking efforts."
"I'm glad you understand." Immortal Qingxuan nodded, then frowned and looked in the direction of Juefeng Peak, only to find that Immortal Qingxuan had already appeared.
looked worriedly at his disciple who was kneeling on the ground, and finally sacrificed his old face and prepared to intercept xuan.
"Junior Brother Xuan!"
The Immortal Master Xuan, who was called, stopped in mid-air and looked at the Sect Leader coldly.
Qingxuan Immortal Venerable politely said: "I wonder if Master Shang..."
Since Qingxuan has taken away Shang Wuyang's soul, it seems that he is preparing to help his disciple to take over another body. As for whose body he will take over, Qingxuan doesn't care, as long as he doesn't take over the bodies of his own disciples. There are thousands of disciples in the sect, and it is their honor to be noticed by the Immortal Lord.
I thought I wouldn't get an answer this time, but unexpectedly, Shang Xuan said, "Dead."
Immortal Master Qingxuan frowned. It turned out that Shang Wuyang was so unlucky that even if the powerful beings in the fairyland took action, the remaining soul could not successfully take over the body
However, before he could react, Immortal Master Xuan had already stepped into the air and disappeared. No one knew where he was going. He must have wanted to relax after his disciple's death.
He didn't even vent his anger on Liushan
Qingxuan Immortal Venerable felt relieved, and no longer cared about Xuanxian Venerable who had left. He flew down in a hurry to comfort his disciple who had been beaten half to death.
"My good disciple, don't kneel in the dark room anymore. The sun is shining brightly today. I will take you out to dry your hair!"