Zi Mo had been the Sect Master for his entire life. No, he was the Sect Master for two lifetimes. It had always been smooth sailing. Although he did not ascend the Immortal Dao, he was satisfied. Every single disciple in his sect had great trust in him, and the Sect he was in was becoming more prosperous with each passing day. No matter if it was the cultivation world of the past, or the current Spiritual Realm, as long as the name Zi Mo was mentioned, there would not be anyone who would not raise their thumbs up and praise him, saying that he was the best.
However, in such a perfect human (ghost) life, there were two variables, and they were variables that even death could not shake off. That's right, it was the master and disciple duo on Jade Forest Mountain.
"Little Martial Uncle, the method you mentioned is really inappropriate." Zi Mo said with a heavy heart. "Let's not talk about whether or not you're able to draw out the resentment in Xuzhi's body. Even if you succeed, with your current cultivation, it will only be worse than his. When the resentment goes berserk, it will be uncontrollable."
"You have to have confidence in me!" Zhu Yao patted on Zi Mo's shoulders.
This wasn't a matter of confidence. It was a matter of whether or not you were going to throw your life away. "Little Martial Uncle, it's not that I want to make things difficult for you. Xuzhi is my disciple, so I'm naturally extremely anxious as well. But if I were to get you involved because of a moment of impatience, then the loss would outweigh the gain. "
"Don't worry, I'll be careful."
"Resentment is extremely dangerous. It's not something that can be resolved just by paying attention to it. Little Martial Uncle, I absolutely won't agree to you guiding Xuzhi's resentment into your own body. "
"Ou." Zhu Yao replied especially seriously. "I'm not asking for your opinion either."
"…" He took an arrow to the knee.
Jade Forest Mountain disciples and whatnot, he hated them the most.
Zi Mo wanted to cry, but no tears came out. If he really allowed her to guide resentment into her body, when ancestral-grand uncle wakes up, he would kill him, right? It definitely would! Thinking of a certain person's frosty expression, he couldn't help but shiver. In an instant, he felt that the room had become much colder. Steeling his heart, he pulled Zhu Yao. "Little martial aunt … No matter what, you can't commit suicide like this. If you insist on doing so, I … I will die in front of you."
"Then die." Zhu Yao was getting a little annoyed by his pestering as well. "Why don't you try and die!?"
Zi Mo was stunned, and for a moment, he did not know how to continue.
Zhu Yao helped Wang Xuzhi up from the bed, and sat cross-legged behind him. Seeing that he still looked as though he had suffered a huge blow, she sighed. "Old man, don't worry. I know what I'm doing." He took out the white pearl from his bosom and handed it over. "If I also fall into a deep sleep like little wimp, help me pass this to my master." This was given to her by the River of Forgetfulness. She could not tell what it was, but she faintly felt that it might be useful to her Master.
Zi Mo received it, and seemed like he still wanted to say something. Zhu Yao had already closed her eyes, and circulated her spiritual energy into Wang Xuzhi's meridians.
She had been a game designer in the modern world for so many years. The number of bugs she had fixed was more than the number of deaths she had experienced. She didn't believe that this so-called resentment could not be eliminated. As long as it was a bug, there would definitely be a patch that could be patched. As the saying goes, as long as the hoe is wielded well, there is no wall that cannot be dug down. Uh … what's wrong?
But to fix it, one must first know where the loophole is. That was why she wanted to draw the resentment on little wimp's body onto herself. Only by deeply understanding the composition of resentment, would she be able to find a way to deal with it. Shennong, on the other hand, had to taste hundreds of herbs to know the effects of medicine, didn't he?
Taking a deep breath, Zhu Yao continued to circulate her spiritual energy, probing little wimp's meridians. From the Divine Palace all the way to the Dantian, there was only pure fire spiritual energy in his body. Only when she neared the Dantian did she faintly discover strands of black miasma.
That black miasma and fire spiritual energy were intertwined together, and with just a single step, they would converge towards the source of spiritual energy, the Dantian. At the entrance of the Dantian, there were a few rows of talismans floating, preventing the black miasma from entering.
It was no wonder little wimp fainted. If this resentment were to enter the Dantian, if she were to forcefully expel it, the Dantian would definitely shatter, and her cultivation would be completely destroyed. Most likely, little wimp's remaining consciousness had been used to stop this black miasma.
Zhu Yao no longer hesitated, and immediately guided the black miasma over. However, it was useless. That black miasma seemed to have died on little wimp's body, and did not even bother to care about her.
The hell, you're filled with resentment, and you're actually valuing men over women!? With a thought in her mind, she instantly materialized several thin lightning bolts, and with a series of crackling sounds, they struck together with the fire spiritual energy, instantly scattering the black miasma.
Although she could not remove it, it was still possible to strike it to the point where it could not retaliate. The moment the black miasma scattered, Zhu Yao immediately used her spiritual energy to envelop it, and kept it together.
Initially, she had wanted to first control this resentment, and then slowly deal with it. However, the moment the resentment that she had scattered earlier entered her meridians, it was as though it was injected with adrenaline, and began to wander around her body wantonly.
It was clearly so quiet on little wimp's side, so why was it convulsing the moment it entered her body?
Zhu Yao did not manage to control it, and her meridians flowed in the opposite direction, causing her to puke out a mouthful of blood.
Puah!
"Little martial aunt!" Zi Mo was shocked, as he hurriedly sprinted over.
Zhu Yao gritted her teeth. Taking advantage of the fact that the resentment had yet to swim to her Dantian, she used all of the spiritual energy in her body to seal the surroundings of her Dantian. As expected, the resentment had already swam to the vicinity of her Dantian, and was unable to advance even an inch further.
Just as Zhu Yao was about to heave a sigh of relief, the black miasma that had finally stopped, suddenly turned around, and immediately tunneled into her divine sense.
The hell, this plot development was clearly not going according to the script!
Because all of the spiritual energy in her body was protecting her Dantian, the black miasma seemed to be able to directly enter her divine sense without any obstructions. Zhu Yao's vision instantly darkened.
Momma's egg, I've gone too far!
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For a moment, Zhu Yao could not sense her own existence, and there was only a thick darkness. Her surroundings were oppressive to the point where she could barely breathe. There seemed to be something in the depths of her heart, as though it was trying to break out.
Immediately after, the scene in front of her changed, and she suddenly saw a place with verdant hills and limpid waters. Large patches of fresh flowers bloomed, filling the entire ground. The sky was filled with multicolored light, and auspicious clouds could be seen everywhere.
A white-clothed woman stood in the middle of the flowers, and slowly turned her head around.
Zhu Yao took in a deep breath. That was a shockingly beautiful face. The number of beauties Zhu Yao had seen in the cultivation world were as many as the hairs on a cow, and the humanoid figures of the God Race were even more heaven-defying beautiful. However, none of them could compare to this woman. Whatever beauty that could captivate the birds and beasts, eclipse the moon and put flowers to shame, they all seemed crude when used on her. If she really had to use a phrase to describe her, then she could only say that she was too goddamn beautiful to the point of being inhuman!
That beauty looked straight at her, and suddenly gave a light smile. In an instant, it was as though the flowers on the ground, and the multicolored light in the sky had all lost their colors.
"Why?" She suddenly spoke up, as though she was doubtful, yet also as though she was questioning. "Why … Why …"
She asked again and again, and each of her words was deeper than the last. The expression on her face grew more and more desperate, as though a beautiful scene had suddenly faded away. A ghastly crack suddenly appeared on her peerlessly beautiful face. It spanned across her entire face, and there were even traces of blood seeping out from it. Her white clothes were slowly dyed red as well.
In a blink of an eye, a beautiful fairy had turned into a demon from hell. Even the hundreds of flowers on the ground were slowly withering, and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky.
Zhu Yao trembled from fright. The scene however, changed, and instantly changed into another scene.
Next, she saw the life of a pitiful girl. The transmission method, was exactly the same as the story mode in the past.
The girl was called Ying Luo, and was said to be a descendant of the Ancient God Race. However, this girl was a little unlucky. She was abandoned when she was young, and was picked up by a pair of human traffickers. She was often sold here and there. She could not eat her fill, nor could she wear warm clothes. After much difficulty, she finally grew to the age of ten, and encountered a deity sect that wanted to take her in as a disciple. However, because she possessed the worst penta spirit veins, when she entered the deity sect, she was arranged to do odd jobs in the Outer Sect.
Though her luck was a little bad, she possessed the bloodline of the God Race, and cultivation was completely effortless. Basically, she would be able to learn anything the moment she learned it. And because of this, she attracted the jealousy of her fellow disciples, who knew how many times she suffered in the dark.
After much difficulty, she finally built her Foundation, and her days became a little better. She was taken in as a disciple by an Azoth practitioner in the Inner Sect. She also officially entered the center of power in the cultivation world. Because of her spirit veins, in the beginning, everyone did not think highly of her. However, she was diligent and diligent in her studies. In a short ten years, she cultivated to the Foundation Paragon level.
A mere penta spirit veins holder actually possessed a cultivation speed that was comparable to the heavenly spirit veins. Naturally, it attracted the suspicion of others. There were even people who felt that she possessed a mystical treasure.
Even if she did not do anything, she still attracted a huge amount of hatred. The moment she stepped out of the door, someone would occasionally pop out to stab her with a sword, or cut her with a blade. And among these hatred, there was even her master who was stuck at the Azoth Core stage for a hundred years.
Initially, this Azoth practitioner did not take her in as a disciple willingly either. However, according to the sect's rules, all Foundation disciples had to enter the Inner Sect. Ying Luo belonged to the category of one who was forcefully shoved into the Inner Sect because the number of students she recruited did not meet the requirements.
Hence, this Azoth practitioner really did not plan on teaching her anything diligently, and simply threw a few manuals to her. In the end, his disciple was enlightened, and her cultivation speed was even faster than his own, and she was about to surpass his own Azoth Core. Her master could not take it anymore. Both in the open and in the dark, he pressured this disciple of his. When he heard the rumor that she possessed a mystical treasure, he even colluded with others and wanted to lay his hands on his own disciple, killing her and seizing her treasure.
However, this time, the girl's luck exploded. Not only did she manage to avoid this calamity, when she was surrounded and attacked by the crowd, she suddenly gained enlightenment, and directly formed her Azoth Core. Instead, the people who surrounded and attacked her suffered the consequences of their own actions, as they were all wiped out.
In a short ten years, she managed to advance from Foundation to the Azoth Core stage. A talent like this finally attracted the sect's attention. The girl was heavily nurtured by the sect, and she learned together with those geniuses with Heavenly Spirit Veins.
Although she had high-grade cultivation manuals and resources, because she did not have any background or backing, she was still the little cabbage that was bullied. It was as if the girl's body was plastered with 'Come and hit me' notes, and everyone wanted to go up and bully her.
However, the girl did not care about these people's targeting and discrimination. Perhaps it was because no one had ever treated her well since young, so she did not have such thoughts. Instead, she got used to being bullied and bullied. Furthermore, even in this kind of environment, the girl actually did not grow crooked. She was still the little cabbage that was upright and upright, with proper roots and red shoots. While dealing with the evil intentions of her fellow sect members, she worked hard in her cultivation.
Until the sect she was in was attacked by heretic practitioners, the Mountain Barrier Formation was broken, and a huge wave of demonic beasts attacked. However, it was such a coincidence that the few Nascent Soul cultivators and a Soul Formation Supremacy that were in charge of the sect all rushed to a newly emerged mystic realm, and were not in the sect at all.
The only people in the sect who could be considered as battle power were the few Azoth Core cultivators. Although the girl was young, her sense of justice was bursting. She stubbornly fought the group of heretic practitioners to the end, and waited for the sect's management to return and rescue her.
However, these heretic practitioners were not to be trifled with. Their methods were extremely vicious, and there were even those evil arts that could refine souls and devour souls. A lot of the disciples became timid, and only the proper and upright girl defended with her life. She even activated the sect's Mountain Barrier Mystic Treasure to stop the heretic practitioners.
When the management returned, she was already on her last breath.
Perhaps it was because her actions were too touching, the sect's Sect Master personally healed her injuries, and took her in as a chamber disciple. He began to teach her diligently. With resources and backing, the girl spent two hundred years to cultivate to late-stage Azoth Core.
Then, an ancient mystic realm appeared, and all the cultivators above Azoth Core went to investigate it. The girl was one of them. However, they realized that it was a mustard seed space left behind by an ancient God. In that space, the girl suddenly awakened her bloodline of an ancient God. She directly formed her Nascent Soul, and rushed to Nascent Soul Paragon.
And her identity also surfaced. She was a legitimate descendant of an ancient God, and the younger sister of Forgotten God Palace's Palace Master. Her godly strength had even surpassed that of Forgotten God Palace's Palace Master. As a descendant of a God, the girl naturally could not stay in her original sect any longer. She was welcomed into Forgotten God Palace, and became the mistress of a palace.
However, she did not live a blissful life.
Because the Devil had arrived.
Zhu Yao deeply felt that the God and Devil races were definitely an unbreakable couple, and they were the kind that loved to kill each other.
A Devil was sealed in the ancient God's Firmament Space that the girl explored earlier. Taking the opportunity when the crowd entered, it immediately escaped. And, it began to spawn a regular storyline of a Devil. It was so bored that it went around doing bad things. Its final goal: Destroy the world.
And the girl Ying Luo, the newly appointed descendant of a True Ancient God who had a strong sense of justice, was naturally duty-bound to be sent out by Forgotten God Palace's Palace Master to save the world. Because she was one of the reasons why the Devil was released, the girl fought especially hard. However, a descendant of a God was not equivalent to a God. No matter how hard she worked, how could she defeat the undying and indestructible Devil?
The cultivation world was defeated! More than fifty Nascent Soul practitioners and dozens of Demigod practitioners were all defeated.
In the end, the girl gritted her teeth and used her body as a sacrifice. Using her soul as a guide, she transformed into five mystic treasures and once again sealed the Devil.
The world was saved, but the girl died. Furthermore, her soul was split into pieces, and she was eternally imprisoned in the Devil, unable to reincarnate ever again.
Zhu Yao sighed. This could completely be considered as a heroic epic that could move one's heart to tears. This girl could truly be considered as a savior. However, the ending was a little too tragic. Zhu Yao could not help but sigh.
Suddenly, the scene in front of her changed. The storyline had yet to end, and there was actually a continuation. Zhu Yao continued to watch seriously, and the more she watched, the sadder she felt. That stifling and suffocating feeling from before once again came back, causing an uncontrollable rage to rise within her.
The scene displayed was the girl saving the world. A thousand years later.
She woke up!
Probably because even the Heavenly Dao felt that it had mistreated her, after sealing the Devil for a thousand years, the girl's soul slowly separated from those mystic treasures, and began to gather.
And then, she revived.
Though she had lost all of her cultivation, she once again stood in this world alive and well. This was the first time she felt the preciousness of life, and felt how much she missed everything in this world. It also made her feel that everything she had done was worth it.
However, good people might not necessarily be rewarded. She died!
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