Tong Yan said without turning her head around, "It would be difficult for anybody to kill their own Master. He would feel embarrassed and uneasy, and this kind of emotion is quite good. It will make Jian Xilai believe that he is the pitiful person who has finally given up the meaningless illusions and returned to the sect after experiencing too many hardships in the world. Like Liu Shisui, he is quite sincere and doesn't conceal his true feelings. As such, he is the most suitable person to be a mole. Otherwise, your aunt wouldn't have sent him to us. "
He Zhan asked, "What if … Tong Lu regrets his decision?"
Tong Yan put down the chess piece in her hand and said after a moment of silence, "People like us will usually regret it after we finish what we have done."
Reneging and regretting were two different words.
"That's right, just like what happened to Lo Huainan."
Having said this in a mocking tone, Su Ziye's face suddenly turned pale.
He took out something from the case hastily and held it in his hand. His body started trembling, and the trembling grew more and more violent. His face started twisting, as if he was suffering a great deal of pain. Yet, his eyes were full of delight, and yet, an extreme coldness could be seen in the deep end of his eyes.
The case was given to Su Ziye by Guo Dong. He Zhan thought it was the antidote. He didn't pay much attention to it even though he had seen it a few times. It wasn't until today that he suddenly felt something was out of place. He walked over curiously to see what was in the case.
"Don't touch it."
Tong Yan warned him, "It's the Pill Poison inside."
The expression on He Zhan's face changed abruptly, and he pulled back his hand hastily.
There was a kind of devil crane living on the islands in the south. They had a red crown on their heads, and the crown contained a strong poison. If they were not poisoned to death, their spiritual souls that were damaged by the poison would become extremely stable and able to resist more pain. But if the Pill Poison gradually dissipated, the resistance would become a great pain.
As far as the orthodox Cultivation practitioners were concerned, the Pill Poison was not beneficial to their Cultivation, so nobody tried it. Yet, as for the deviant practitioners, the lack of spiritual sources forced them to find other ways, like the blood sacrifice or planting the demonic embryos. These Cultivation methods were quite problematic, and they could cause a great deal of pain to the Cultivation practitioners, which could make them lose their minds. The so-called killing of the innocent was the result of all kinds of evil deeds. If they wanted to keep themselves awake, pill toxins were often their last resort.
Evil cultivators often had unimaginably strong willpower, but they still couldn't resist the temptation of pill toxins and the pain afterwards. Once they were infected, they couldn't get rid of it. They needed to take more and more pill toxins, and the toxins in their bodies would accumulate. Their bodies would grow weaker and weaker until they finally died. There were even people who had once calculated that the number of evil cultivators who had died hundreds of years ago from pill poisons was probably more than the number of evil cultivators who had died under the swords of the righteous sects.
In the last few hundred years, as the Corrupt path had declined, not many Corrupt Cultivators had been willing to pay such a painful price to sober up and advance. As a result, such matters had become much rarer. In the last hundred years, there had been even less news of pill poisons. He Zhan had never personally seen one until today.
"Are you crazy?" As Su Ziye gradually returned to normal, He Zhan yelled angrily while staring at him, "You'll die!"
Looking at him in Silence, Su Ziye asked, "I'm a deviant practitioner; how can I be your friend?"
He Zhan didn't know what to say. The reason he could befriend Su Ziye was that he had some good qualities, and … he didn't have too much blood on his hands.
As the young master of the deviant sects, Su Ziye didn't kill the innocent people and did bloody things; it was because he was calm enough.
As a natural demonic embryo, he could remain so calm even though he had to endure endless pain every day; it was because he had the help of pill poisons.
"It's important for me to stay sober; it's because I don't want to live like my father."
Su Ziye went on calmly, "But more importantly, I want to become stronger. I have to pursue something after coming to this world."
He Zhan said sadly while looking at him, "But it'll be very painful, and you'll die early."
Su Ziye asked with a faint smile, "Do you have any way to solve my problem then?"
This problem couldn't be solved; otherwise, there would be no distinction between the orthodox and deviant sects in the Cultivation world.
The spiritual sources in Chaotian were limited, and most of them were owned by the orthodox sects … or occupied by them.
Tong Yan suddenly said, "You should reconsider my suggestion last time."
Su Ziye let out a devious smile, thinking that even if she were willing to share the spiritual sources of the orthodox sects, like the Kunlun Sect, with her own strength, how could she achieve it? (Note)
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The stone beam between Shiyue Peak and Xilai Peak was still hidden in the devilish clouds and fog.
Fang Jingtian landed on the beam, looking like a fairy man with his silvery eyebrows fluttering.
The clouds and fog stirred slightly, and the dark figure in the deep end became much clearer. It was none other than the Dark Phoenix, the Principal Guardian of Aoyama.
Fang Jingtian said, "My two big brothers couldn't overcome the life-or-death situation, so they should understand my Master's painstaking effort back then. I don't believe they don't regret it."
The Dark Phoenix said, "It's meaningless to talk about this, unless you can take Yuan Qijing and kneel before the memorial tablet of the grandmasters and swear an oath."
Fang Jingtian said, "It's not important. I think you should believe that he is not Jingyang by now."
"I don't know what you mean by 'should'," said the Dark Phoenix.
Fang Jingtian said, "He had lived on Shangde Peak for so many years. Even though his Cultivation state is low now, it's impossible that he can't be imprisoned in the Sword Jail."
The Dark Phoenix said with a sneer, "Those two kids are merely a camouflage. You've been fooled."
Fang Jingtian said icily, "In order to save Liu Shisui, is it really something Jingyang would do at the risk of his identity being discovered?"
The Dark Phoenix said with a sneer, "Has he ever thought of concealing himself since the first day he entered Aoyama?"
"Don't you think it's suspicious?" Fang Jingtian retorted.
From the South Pine Pavilion to the Sword-Washing Stream, from the Sword Peak to the Shenmo Peak, from Liu Shisui to Zhao Layue, from the inherited sword to the sword testing … Jing Jiu was always the center of attention, no matter how lazy he was and how unsociable he was. He was like a bright sun in the sky, so bright that it was impossible for him not to be noticed.
If he was indeed someone who had returned to Aoyama with a secret, why would he do so?
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Lying on the bamboo chair, Jing Jiu looked at the ocean of clouds outside the cliff, not moving his line of sight for a long time.
The ceramic plate was in his hand, and the sand grains were between his fingers. It was evident that he was not in the mood to play games at the moment.
He was thinking about something, and it was the rare kind that could be seen through. He was thinking very seriously.
"So we'll just let it go?"
Zhao Layue walked to his side and said.
She had been preparing for Cultivation since she was a little girl, so she seldom socialized with others. It was even more so after she came to Aoyama. She had only gone out with Jing Jiu twice.
She was still a young girl even though she was no longer a young girl.
In fact, this kind of situation was quite common in the Cultivation circle, like the young girls of Qingrong Peak or the young disciples of other sects.
The Cultivation practitioners had a long lifespan. Anyone who was less than fifty years old could be called a young disciple.
It was inevitable that a young girl would have a temper, even though she was an important figure now.
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