Chapter 839

Seeing Zhang Yiren leave, Fang Xitui and the nine Peak Masters all breathed a sigh of relief.

If Zhang Yiren had insisted on entangling them to the end today, they would have had no other way but to return to the Immortal Cloud Sect to move reinforcements.

Those ancestors sleeping in the Immortal Cloud Sect basically had little lifespan left; each one was the most precious foundation of the Immortal Cloud Sect, and in this Age of Dharma Decline, using one meant one less.

Unless absolutely necessary, Fang Xitui did not want to disturb the old monsters of the Immortal Cloud Sect.

"Many thanks to the Holy Monk Wuchen for your help; for this matter, our Immortal Cloud Sect owes you a favor." Fang Xitui bowed to the monk Wuchen to thank him.

"Amitabha."

The monk Wuchen pressed his hands together, his face auspicious and holy.

"No need for thanks; this poor monk also came to resolve karma."

Having said that, the monk Wuchen's gaze fell on Ye Lin, as if wanting to see through Ye Lin.

He said with a merciful smile.

"Donor Ye, should this poor monk call you Ye Lin? Or Ye Xiehong?"

Ye Lin felt tight in his heart and hurriedly explained.

"Master Wuchen, what are you talking about? Ye Xiehong is my twin brother; wasn't his corpse brought back to your Flying Immortal Temple by Fanxin?"

Wuchen smiled, not continuing to pursue the question, but changed the subject.

"On the path of Dao cultivation, the last phase of the Seven Phases of Spirit is called the Heavenly Mandate Realm."

"Cultivators who break through to the Heavenly Mandate Realm can barely observe the traces of the operation of the myriad Daos of the heavens; those with heaven-gifted talents can even see the flow of the River of Fate."

"Therefore, cultivators above the Heavenly Mandate Realm can see the traces and imprints carved by the Heavenly Dao on all living beings; we call these imprints 'Life Traces'; Life Traces are unique and indivisible."

"Donor Ye, your clone has indeed reached the level of being indistinguishable from the real one; it's just a pity that this poor monk has examined that corpse; there is no Life Trace on it."

The monk Wuchen's tone was very calm, carrying the peace of understanding everything; those clear eyes seemed to see through all the secrets in the depths of Ye Lin's heart.

"Without a Life Trace, it cannot be considered a living being."

"But that's right; if even a clone had a Life Trace, it would be too shocking; creating life out of thin air is something even an Emperor cannot do."

Ye Lin's pupils shrank sharply; in the end, it was because his realm was too low and he knew too little about the Longevity Continent, which was why he revealed a flaw and was caught by this monk Wuchen.

At this moment, even Fang Xitui and the nine Peak Masters looked at Ye Lin in surprise, their eyes full of disbelief.

Because even they had not discovered that Ye Xiehong was just a clone of Ye Lin.

After all, when a clone is alive, it is equivalent to sharing the same Life Trace as Ye Lin, and it is difficult to see any clues.

This is like you wouldn't be bored enough to verify whether the serial numbers of two hundred-yuan bills are exactly the same, but if a hundred-yuan bill has no serial number, that is very horrifying.

"Ye Lin, you are a ruthless person! You hide deeper than anyone else!"

Jun Chuanxiong stared fixedly at Ye Lin, so angry that his eyes turned green.

The disciple taught by the nine of them, the Peak Masters, ran to the Joyous Union Sect; what kind of good place could the Joyous Union Sect be? What else could he do going to that place?

He, Jun Chuanxiong, cultivated the Haoran Righteousness Sword Art, upright and bright all his life, but in his old age, he taught a disciple who went to the Joyous Union Sect to enjoy himself; this is truly failing to maintain his integrity in his later years!

"Little Jun, why are you so disrespectful? Call me Dad!" Ye Lin scolded.

Swish!

A magnificent sword light lit up, and with astonishing killing intent, it slashed directly toward Ye Lin; Jun Chuanxiong truly couldn't bear it anymore; if he didn't take action, he was afraid he would be angered into internal injuries by Ye Lin.

Fortunately, Man Yin and Situ Qi beside him joined forces to hold him back and began to persuade him.

"Garlic bird garlic bird, don't swim, garlic bird."

"Yes, we spent so much effort to protect this kid; if you hack him to death, didn't we waste so much effort?"

Jun Chuanxiong was so angry that his face turned red, and the long sword in his hand kept waving.

"Don't stop me; I must hack him to death today; he actually dared to go to a place like the Joyous Union Sect; keeping him is also a disaster!"

"What's wrong with my Joyous Union Sect? It's as if you hypocritical righteous sects are any better." Xue Bingxiao snorted.

"Demoness, watch the sword, Haoran Righteousness Sword Art!"

Jun Chuanxiong didn't say a word, broke free from Situ Qi and Man Yin, and directly slashed a sword toward Xue Bingxiao; the unstoppable sword Qi directly attacked Xue Bingxiao.

Just kidding, he just couldn't bear to hack Ye Lin; anyone could mock him, but did they think he, Jun Chuanxiong, had a good temper?

Xue Bingxiao didn't expect Jun Chuanxiong to strike as soon as he spoke; she hurriedly condensed countless strands of affection to weave in front of her, barely blocking this sword.

Seeing Jun Chuanxiong continue to take action, the other Peak Masters were also eager to try; the scene was about to become a mess, so the monk Wuchen hurriedly said.

"Amitabha, donors, please don't be impulsive; can you wait for this poor monk to finish resolving the karma with Donor Ye?"

Jun Chuanxiong and the others snorted a few times, and only then did they stop.

"After the monk Wuchen leaves, I will hack you, this demoness who brings disaster to the world!"

In Jun Chuanxiong's view, Ye Lin going to a place like the Joyous Union Sect must have been seduced by the demoness of the Joyous Union Sect.

After all, young people have vigorous blood and Qi; it's normal to lose their minds when seduced by those demonesses; everyone has a time when they are young.

The monk Wuchen stretched out a slender palm toward Ye Lin.

"Whether you are Ye Lin or Ye Xiehong, this poor monk doesn't care; what this poor monk cares more about is, where is Fanxin's IOU?"

"Here."

Ye Lin handed over the IOU very obediently; let alone interest, he didn't even mention the principal.

Ye Lin had no other merits, but he was particularly sensible.

The monk Wuchen took a look at the content on the IOU, and with his status, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

It was fortunate that he, as a master, had lowered his face and come out in person; otherwise, Fanxin would probably never be able to pay off this IOU in her life; this little girl still suffered from not reading enough books.

The monk Wuchen looked at Ye Lin deeply; this little guy who looked harmless on the surface was truly darker in heart than anyone else.

"Donor Ye, can we borrow a step to talk?"

"Yes."

Ye Lin nodded; if this monk Wuchen wanted to harm him, Fang Xitui and the others added together, and even calling Zhang Yiren back, probably wouldn't be enough for the monk Wuchen to fight; there was no need to change places specifically.

This bald donkey should really have something he wanted to say to him.

Seeing Ye Lin agree, the monk Wuchen's five fingers slowly closed.

In an instant, the world spun, and the space in front of him shattered like a jigsaw puzzle; when the scene appeared in front of Ye Lin again, he had already arrived at a pavilion on top of a high mountain.

Under the pavilion, the monk Wuchen was brewing tea; a faint tea fragrance drilled straight into his nostrils, making people feel refreshed.

"Donor Ye, please sit."

The monk Wuchen pushed a cup of fragrant tea in front of Ye Lin and asked straight to the point.

"I heard from Fanxin that you have been asking about Fanxiu?"