Hundreds of miles away, Luo Ridge.
After rushing for several hours, the travel-worn young man walked through the mountains. Along the way, he frowned and lifted the hem of his light blue robe to avoid the wild weeds growing around his feet.
The weeds were up to his knees. The sharp, jagged leaves opened their bloody mouths at the young man's calf.
A large number of unknown tiny flying insects were hidden in the grass. They gathered in groups of three to five and formed clouds of fog.
Wu Cong had to be alert to the highest level. He used the Xuan Li to open the way. The bright yellow earth force rolled up the yellow sand and whipped the grass on both sides, stirring up a mess.
Following the guidance of the crystal, after a long journey, the young man finally walked out of the endless dense bushes, thorns, and maple trees. He saw a cave in front of him.
The outer stone platform was baptized by wind and frost, but the digging marks on the cliff were very new. Obviously, there was only one stone platform here. Recently, someone dug it out and formed a cave to shelter from the wind and rain.
Wasn't Master in closed-door training?
Why did he come to such a desolate place for no reason?
Wu Cong touched the rock wall with his right hand and carefully stepped into the dark cave. He couldn't help but whisper, "I really don't know what that old man is thinking …"
After a few steps, his vision was completely covered by darkness.
The young man impatiently rubbed his hands in his bosom for a moment and took out a torch. However, before he could light it up, he stepped on a hard object that was lighter than a stone and had a crisper cracking sound. After a kick, he rolled a few steps away and hit the wall with a bang.
Wu Cong frowned deeply.
The next second, the fire lit up and the dim light of the fire illuminated the cave —
Under his feet were densely packed bones. They were yellow and black and glowed under the light of the fire.
"Damn it!"
Wu Cong was so shocked that his heart skipped a beat and he blurted out a curse.
Cultivators were not afraid of things like corpses and bones.
However, at this moment, the young man was guided here by the dean. He did not expect to see such a scene. He was shocked and shocked. There were so many skeletons in front of him that he did not even have a place to stand. The flickering flame, the moving light, and the ghostly wind shuttling through the cave reminded Wu Cong of many strange folklore.
The young man's scalp went numb. The bright yellow Xuan Li radiated outwards in the form of light waves, immediately shaking off the piles of white bones and sweeping out a clean area under his feet.
But after the bones were swept away, the situation on the ground became clearer in front of the young man.
Fresh blood.
There was a lot of blood.
The solidified red was suffused with a faint fishy smell. Under the flickering firelight, it appeared to be a deep black.
Wu Cong: Oh my god!
He covered his nose with his sleeve, turned around, and was about to madly flee this area.
But a faint old voice floated from the depths of the cave. It was hoarse like a broken bellows, faintly containing a treacherous smile. He said in a deep voice, "Boy, come here."
Wu Cong's right eyelid twitched violently. Before he could respond, he heard the person say again, "The Sly Butterfly Orchid that I cultivated for ten years. Was it you who burned it all?"
This question had to be answered.
Wu Cong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced himself to calm down.
The young man turned around and bowed. He said carefully, "Master, it was Junior Brother who was naughty and mischievous. He did not cause much damage. This disciple did not fulfill his duty of watching over you. Master, please … punish me. "
"Sigh …"
The person in the depths of the cave sighed faintly.
Then, there was the rustling sound of beasts moving through the forest. A figure slowly appeared in front of Wu Cong.
His body was stooped and his hair was all white. His face was withered like a withered flower and his eyes were turbid.
Compared to a few days ago, on Reflection Peak, Guan Heng's appearance was even more senile. The flame of his life was like a flickering candle in the cold wind. The slightest carelessness would immediately extinguish it.
Only his lips were red and full. Under the light of the fire, they glowed with the color of blood.
Wu Cong was so frightened that he almost dropped the torch. He said in disbelief, "Ma, Master?"
How could Master be so old?
His Master was the Dean of the Central Academy. He was the strongest cultivator in the world!
Several years ago, when he entered the Academy, his Master was still in his prime. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a strong back and a bear waist. When he smiled, he was as bold as a mountain and his gaze was as sharp as the stars.
Only a few years had passed. How could he suddenly be on the verge of death?
The old man saw the young man's confusion and fear. But he only narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his wrinkled cheeks. He did not give an answer.
His voice was as light as a feather. It was even more terrifying than the wind.
"I know it's you," the old man said slowly, "Boy, I know you. I could turn a blind eye to the tricks you played before. But I can't this time. "
"10 years, my Sly Butterfly Orchid …"
The old man shook his head and sighed, "Look at me. How can I have another 10 years?"
Wu Cong quietly swallowed his saliva.
An indescribable sense of fear silently spread. It crawled into his sleeves like a poisonous snake and snaked up his spine. The cold and slippery feeling made the young man's scalp numb.
He stuttered, "Master, are you sick?"
"What do you need? Spirit plants? Our Wu Family has a lot of spirit plants. Even if we don't have them, I can buy them for you — — "
The old man chuckled and shook his head.
"I've been in seclusion for many years. I've traveled all over the world and only found the Sly Butterfly Orchid."
"Do you think it only releases Phantasm to confuse passersby at the moment of dawn and dusk?"
"Boy, you're too shallow. You have to observe the grey aura around it. That is the only aura in the world. At the moment of day and night, it condenses on this unique plant. It's called Primal Chaos. "
The softer the old man's voice became, the more frightened Wu Cong became, the worse the feeling of unease became.
His legs went soft, cold sweat broke out all over his body, soaking his brocade robe. When the wind blew, the sweat stuck to his back.
"The Sly Butterfly Orchid can help me nourish this body"
"But now that it's been burned by you, I … won't be able to hold on for much longer" the old man coldly said.
"However, by borrowing the last bit of Primal Chaos left, I can still fuse myself with a new body and live a new life"
"Actually, I've been waiting, waiting for a perfect and flawless shell. I've waited for many years, waiting for you. I told myself that it's already very good, at least it's not worse than this one "
"But not too long after, another Xie Ziyou appeared"
The old man sighed for the umpteenth time, but there was a hint of a smile in his voice.
The strange and hoarse voice echoed on the stone wall, crashing into the ears of the trembling young man. It was as ear-piercing as a sharp arrow, and Wu Cong almost collapsed to the ground.
"Foundation, talent, potential … That girl is good at everything"
"There's only one problem — she's a girl, a little girl"
"I'm conflicted!"
The old man's snow-white eyebrows frowned slightly, and he frowned. He shook his head and sighed, "I've seriously considered for a long time whether I should become a woman or not."
"Yes, it's a bit difficult to overcome mentally. But no, it's hard to see such a wonderful body again no matter how many years pass"
"I told myself to wait, wait a little longer. It's not too late to change when the Sly Butterfly Orchid matures and when this body can't hold on anymore "
"But I really didn't expect that the heavens would treat me so well. On my deathbed, they sent me a better disciple."
The old man suddenly raised his head, and a bright light burst out from his turbid eyes.
The pressure of a high-level cultivator poured out in an instant, pressing down on Wu Cong like a landslide.
The young man's vision blurred, and his legs went soft. When he opened his eyes again, he was already kneeling on the ground, unable to move!
"Your little junior brother, guess why I had to take him as my disciple?"
"Because his Xuan Li attribute is the long-lost Chaos."
The old man was so excited that his saliva flew everywhere, and his white and withered hair fluttered in the wind.
"This is simply a gift from the heavens."
"I followed the traces of his life all the way to this mountain. Can you imagine?"
"The aura of Chaos is everywhere. Even the most common wild beasts and mushrooms have the power of Chaos a hundred times denser than the Sly Butterfly Orchid!"
His right hand brushed past his lips, and the old man smacked his lips in satisfaction, and a strange red color appeared on his cheeks.
He slowly walked in front of Wu Cong, and looked down at the young man on the ground. He looked straight at Wu Cong's sweaty face and frightened eyes. After a long silence, he slowly showed a comforting smile.
"This is simply heaven." The old man said.
Like a mountain pressing down on him, the young man curled up on the ground trembled, but he couldn't even move his fingers.
His lips trembled, and his voice had a clear sobbing tone. He begged, "Master, master!"
"I helped you trick Guan Heng here, I helped you trick him here! You like him, right? "
"Don't look at me, I'm too weak, I'll dirty your hands …"
Tears flowed from the young man's eyes, mixing with the snot that he couldn't wipe away. It dyed the young man's handsome face colorful. His entire face looked like it had been soaked in water, and his cheeks were pale, almost swollen.
His originally handsome features were twisted into a mess, and the outline of his face couldn't be seen clearly. All that was left was an indescribable fear in the face of death.
Staring at Wu Cong's broken appearance, the old man slowly bent down, and gently touched the young man's forehead with his thin, withered fingers.
He wiped away his disciple's tears almost lovingly, and under Wu Cong's almost shining, hopeful eyes, he put his sharp fingernails on the young man's forehead.
Wu Cong's heart suddenly tightened!
A wisp of gray gas quietly crawled out from under his heart valve, snaked out of the top of his head, and broke through the shackles of his skin. The moment the gray gas appeared, the young man's Xuan Dan seemed to be suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand, and his Xuan Li suddenly went out of control.
There was only a tiny wisp of gray gas, but along his meridians and blood, the hair-like gray gas quickly split, multiplied, and turned into a large mass of complicated, strange airflow. It wantonly wrapped around Wu Cong's Xuan Dan, and gradually condensed into a strange pattern of a treacherous orchid.
It had a long, black leaf and a long, thin, sharp mouthpart. Wu Cong collapsed on the ground, powerless. He watched as all his Xuan Li cultivation was infected by the gray gas, turned into a dark stream, and quickly flowed into the old man's dry meridians.
"Don't blame me, child."
The old man felt helpless and regretful. His other hand gently stroked Wu Cong's messy hair, and his tone was almost gentle.
"I have to return to the academy with a body. Look at me now, I can't walk, and I can't straighten my back. If I don't borrow a new body, how can I go back? "
"And besides your body, I also want your Xuan Li."
"I've been cautious and conscientious, playing the role of a dean who has students all over the world. What do I want?"
The old man laughed in a low voice. His voice grew louder and louder, and gradually turned into a crazy laughter. The demonic sound surged back and forth between the stone walls, and was carried by the breeze, far away from the cave, and drifted over Luo Ridge.
Enjoying the wonderful feeling of Xuan Li entering his body, the old man sighed, "What a pure Xuan Li. Sure enough, the fastest cultivation method in the world is still plundering."
Under his palm, Wu Cong's eyes gradually became desperate.
This damnable grey gas had instantly taken over his Xuan Core, leaving him without the slightest ability to resist. Since when had it started to lurk within his body?
In the Central Academy, there were dozens of instructors and thousands of students. The dean had countless mysterious means to secretly contact them. If he didn't even notice the gray gas, what about the others?
If everyone's body had been secretly controlled by the dean, what kind of monster would be created when everyone's Xuan Li was piled up?
But soon, Wu Cong didn't have the strength to think about this terrible question.
Drowsiness and fatigue like the deep sea came from the depths of his limbs and bones, and in an instant, drowned his entire mind.
On the Xuan Dan, the ink-colored orchids quietly closed, the long winding leaves tightly wrapped into a fine sphere.
The young man's pupils slowly darkened.
His eyes were wide open, revealing the scarlet white of his eyes.
"I've focused on education for more than ten years," the old man laughed wildly, and said to himself, "Now, it's time for the harvest."
Then, the wild laughter came to an abrupt end.
The old man's body, like a candle in the wind, tilted to one side, and fell heavily to the ground.
A streak of black light climbed up Wu Cong's pale cheeks and burrowed into his skin from where the fingernails had scratched his forehead and the grey lines had leapt out. It spread all the way to his heart meridian and Xuan Core.
The young man's lifeless face gradually turned gray, and his skin bulged strangely, as if there was a foreign object shuttling back and forth under his skin.
Outside the stone cave, the wind was whistling, and the branches and leaves were moving.
A flock of black birds suddenly rose from the ground in the forest, their black wings cutting through the sky like arrows, flying toward the distant sky. Two or three dark feathers fluttered in the wind, accompanied by a string of mournful cries, slowly drifting down.
In the Central Academy, hundreds of miles away.
Xie Ziyou, who had just blushed and kicked Guan Heng out of the door again, suddenly felt his heart palpitate.
It was as if a small insect had drilled under his heart membrane and taken a small bite.
The young man covered his chest suspiciously.
But he didn't see that under the bright sun, a touch of gray gas quietly spread, climbing up his white cheeks that were as clean as porcelain.
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