Chapter 132: Old Affairs of the Yuchen Sect

Inside the magnificent hall, besides Ai Jian, there was only a young man sitting leisurely in a chair, holding a cup of clear tea.

He wore a simple white cloth robe, his hair tied with a green hairpin, and half of his left face was covered by an ink-jade mask, revealing only his eyes.

And those pupils, for some reason, were entirely bright red, with a blood shadow full of evil Qi sealed inside.

It was surging and wandering within the pupils...

If Chen Hang were here, he would recognize this person as the face-man beside the beautiful woman who was looking for the Yin Son of Heaven half a year ago.

It was his secret guidance that made the beautiful woman extinguish the desire in her heart, allowing Chen Hang to escape a disaster.

At this moment,

hearing Ai Jian's questioning, Chen Ying flicked the tea lid unhurriedly, took a leisurely sip, moistened his throat, and then said indifferently:

"Didn't hear clearly? Then I'll say it again. The eldest disciple of the late True Person Yue, your senior brother, and also the one among you who had the most hope of achieving a First-Grade Jin Dan, Wang Shu, has died on the way to collect medicine in the Southern Chan Continent."

His voice echoed clearly in the magnificent hall, with a faint, elusive smile:

"I heard that for a piece of top-quality 'Heavenly Wandering Mud', he fought with Zhu Ling of the Shenyu Sect. In the end, his skills were inferior, he lost a few moves, and could only hand over the 'Heavenly Wandering Mud'. When he formed the core, because he lacked this great medicine, he could only make do with a piece of 'Heavenly Wandering Mud' of medium quality, and perhaps because of a mistake when frying the mercury, he only achieved a Fourth-Grade Jin Dan, not even counting as a high-grade Jin Dan."

Cultivators in this world, if they want to refine a Jin Dan, must gather all thirteen great medicines, not one less.

Divine Talisman Fire is one.

Heavenly Wandering Mud is also one.

And the Yuchen Sect has always had a sect rule of going out to collect medicine, and the sect does not provide these spiritual medicines.

Firstly, because there are many disciples, and spiritual medicines are truly precious.

Even for an ancient Immortal Sect passed down from the ancient Dao Court era, no matter how big the family business is, it cannot withstand such waste.

Secondly, it is to take this opportunity to go out and collect medicine to temper the Dao hearts of the disciples, making them round and complete, without impurities.

After all, on the road of cultivation, the Dao heart is the most important.

Only then come fortune, root nature, and various resources.

The Jin Dan is just the beginning of the long road of cultivation—

Flowers in the soup room, no matter how lush and spring-like, shining and eye-catching, can only be looked at as a show, unable to withstand the wind and rain.

They are hard to use for great purposes, better not to use them!

"What? Xiao Xiao Shixiong Wang Shu only achieved a Fourth-Grade Jin Dan? What kind of joke is this!"

Ai Jian's expression was shocked, forcibly enduring the dizziness that kept coming to his brain, clenching his fists, and asking repeatedly:

"He died, so how did he die?"

"Suicide."

Chen Ying's expression was calm, putting down the tea cup.

He glanced at Ai Jian, who was at a loss, and suddenly smiled meaningfully:

"Even if the 'Heavenly Wandering Mud' wasn't top-quality, with Wang Shu's talent, achieving a First-Grade was impossible, but achieving a Second or Third Grade, and cultivating a high-grade Jin Dan, should have had a forty percent chance. His great name, even for a cultivator from another continent like me, was heard."

"Now, it is indeed not as good as his reputation..."

"After his death news was announced, it was because he felt guilty in his heart, had no face to return to the sect to face his fellow disciples, and thus committed suicide."

"..."

Hearing this,

Ai Jian's face twitched, and he finally couldn't help it anymore, vomiting several mouthfuls of blood, and fell onto the Xuanhe Jade Couch behind him, shivering all over.

A "crack" sound came from his chest, as if something had shattered, stirring the original bright sky into wind and clouds, with thunder sounds rising, rumbling without end!

And at the same time,

Ai Jian's facial muscles twitched, and finally, unable to hold back any longer, he vomited several mouthfuls of fresh blood in succession, collapsed onto the Mysterious Crane Jade Couch behind him, and trembled all over.

And after Ai Jian fell, several young Daoists hurriedly ran into the hall. They didn't care about greeting Chen Ying, and hurriedly took out pills from the Glazed Pure Bottle, wanting to dissolve them for him to take.

"Wait, he is taking too much of the Golden Fire nature while taking the Five Essences, but hasn't harmonized the Five Elements. In his anger, he has punched a hole in the Dragon-Tiger Furnace within his body."

Chen Ying was originally smiling, watching a good show.

But seeing the pills taken out, he frowned.

And seeing those young Daoists busy wanting to dissolve the pills, he finally couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but offer a reminder.

Winning over Ai Jian was a great plan for his future, and it couldn't be sloppy.

"Senior... Senior..."

The young Daoist holding the Glazed Pure Bottle was so scared he almost cried:

"Then what pills should be used?"

Chen Ying couldn't help but hold his forehead, saying slowly:

"No pills are needed. He is at least a Cave-Mystic Second Layer. Has there ever been a Cave-Mystic Refiner in this world who was angered to death? Even if his mood is agitated for a moment and he has an inner demon, after a while, he will be clear-headed and wake up on his own."

After he finished saying these words, the young Daoists were still tearful, kowtowing and begging repeatedly.

Helpless, Chen Ying could only patiently press his hand, passing a stream of Qi as deep and cold as heavy water, dissolving it in Ai Jian's body.

After that stream of Qi was emitted,

for a moment, the entire hall was cold to the bone, water and dampness spread everywhere, extremely cold, freezing the bodies of the young Daoists until they were blue, their teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"..."

Even with Chen Ying's gloomy nature, he still felt that this scene today was truly eye-opening.

He smiled and raised a finger, collecting the cold air that was flowing outside, which allowed the young Daoists to avoid freezing to death on the spot.

He slowly shook his head, saying:

"Although your master was expelled by the Yuchen Sect and exiled to the Southern Region, he is at least a disciple of a great sect, and even more so of the Shangyu Ai clan. Are there no capable young Daoists to serve him by his side? Your cultivation is too weak, which is also a loss of Ai Jian's face."

The young Daoists all showed shame on their faces, mumbling.

Finally, a bold one stood up, swallowed his saliva, bowed, and smiled bitterly:

"Let this senior laugh. Under the servants, there is actually a Great Hong Hong Guanshi who usually serves the master by his side, but recently the Great Hong Hong Guanshi left the mountain gate, and he couldn't be in two places at once, so..."

Chen Ying interrupted him: "Are there any servants or maids of the Ai clan who came to the Southern Region with Ai Jian?"

The young Daoist was silent, just lowering his head, not daring to respond.

Chen Ying understood in his heart for a moment and smiled.

"It seems the rumor of Ai Jian breaking out of the sect has some credibility. Are they still not reconciled with the clan?"

He tapped his finger on the chair, thinking to himself:

"But in this way, it is my opportunity. The chance to win over Ai Jian has added a few more points!"

At this moment,

having been helped by Chen Ying's Qi, Ai Jian also slowly woke up.

He coughed twice, pushed away the young Daoists surrounding him, his face as heavy as water, and after adjusting his breath for a few rounds, his expression relaxed slightly.

"Xiao Xiao Shixiong Wang Shu... who killed him?"

The young Daoists looked at each other and sensibly walked out of the magnificent hall, covering the hall door.

After a long silence,

Ai Jian finally managed to suppress his full anger, waved his sleeve to open all the restrictions, and covered all the movements in the hall.

After doing all this, he said word by word: "Who could kill him with sword techniques? Who actually cultivated Sword Qi Thunder Sound?!"

Chen Ying was not in a hurry to respond: "You are currently at the Cave-Mystic Second Realm — Taking the Five Essences, you still need to settle your mind, otherwise, when you form the core, it will be difficult."

"Chen Ying, I have no time to talk about Dao with you! Since you already know the truth, why bother to hide it from me! You came here, isn't it to win me over?"

Ai Jian sneered repeatedly, he said.

Chen Ying smiled slightly: "I came here specifically to win you over, and as for who killed Wang Shu, and who doesn't want you to return to the Yuchen Sect...

You actually already have a name in your heart, don't you?"

Ai Jian was startled, his gaze sharp, and he said in a deep voice:

"Was it that old thief Gu Zhao who sent someone to do it?"

After seeing Chen Ying nod,

Ai Jian's anger grew even more, his lips trembling, and the old and new hatreds surged up together, making the veins on his forehead bulge.

Gu Zhao and Ai Jian's late master, True Person Yue, were both elders of the Yuchen Sect and served in the Xuanjiao Hall of the nine halls of the Yuchen Sect.

The two had been at odds for many years, fighting openly and secretly, and even their disciples never interacted, which could be said to be distinct.

And Ai Jian being expelled by the Yuchen Sect and driven to the Southern Region could not be separated from Gu Zhao...

Gu Zhao and Ai Jian's late Master, True Person Yue, were both Elders of the Yuchen Sect and served in the Profound Teaching Hall among the nine halls of Yuchen.

True Person Yue had been at odds with Gu Zhao for many years, and this time he died so unclearly that his disciples could not help but think otherwise.

After several unsuccessful complaints,

and seeing Gu Zhao ruthlessly seize the power that originally belonged to his teacher, suppressing dissidents, and being in the limelight in the sect, Ai Jian finally couldn't endure it anymore.

Although he couldn't kill Gu Zhao to avenge his teacher, he had other ways.

After some discussion, he and his junior brother Wan Song used a magic artifact as bait to lure Gu Zhao's only son out of the mountain gate, and then joined forces to ambush and kill him.

This calculation naturally couldn't be hidden for long, and in their anger, the methods they arranged couldn't be considered very sophisticated. Anyone with a discerning eye could see it at a glance, simply full of mistakes.

Killing fellow disciples is a great taboo in every sect, even for the six sects of the Demonic Dao, it is no exception, just a bit more lenient.

Soon, within a few days, Ai Jian and Wan Song, who had fled to the heavens, were captured by an elder of the Dao Discipline Hall, waiting for the sect rules to be dealt with.

If there was no evidence, perhaps they could still maneuver for a few days to see if there was anything to be done.

But Gu Zhao's only son's primordial spirit actually used a secret technique to escape back to the Yuchen Sect, not being killed completely.

In this way, with both human and material evidence, it was truly impossible to argue, and the evidence was conclusive.

Even several sect elders who were on good terms with True Person Yue during his lifetime could not come down to help.

Wan Song was immediately executed by the Dao Discipline Hall to pay for his life, correcting the sect style, leaving only a primordial spirit to reincarnate, without being picked up, and not knowing if there was still a chance to cultivate the Dao in the next life.

As for Ai Jian, because his mother remarried into the clan, and his stepfather was a powerful clan elder of the Ai clan, who also had many friends in various sects.

After several pleas from the Ai clan and paying a great price to reconcile with Gu Zhao, Ai Jian finally escaped death by luck.

After being imprisoned in the Famine Bitter Realm for three years and suffering enough punishment, Ai Jian was expelled from the mountain gate and sent to the Southern Region to establish a Dao lineage and promote education.

Although he lost all his dignity, he ultimately saved his life.

And there were only three disciples under True Person Yue.

Ai Jian and Wan Song knew the temperament of their senior brother Wang Shu and were certain that he would never agree, and they didn't want to delay Wang Shu's Dao career, so they didn't conspire and started the matter privately.

With one dead and one expelled,

the lineage of True Person Yue was left with only Wang Shu, who was the only one to escape, but he was also in a state of being unable to support the situation alone.

In these few years in the Southern Region, Ai Jian's cultivation progress had been minimal, and he had already hated Gu Zhao to the bone.

He only hoped that Wang Shu could cultivate a high-grade Jin Dan, become a true disciple, and free himself from the sea of suffering!

And if he were lucky enough to achieve a First-Grade Jin Dan—

let alone a true disciple, even the seat of the Dao Son could be fought for!

Even the Dao Lord would have to separate a divine sense from the boundless Great Void to personally expound the Dao!

If he reached that state, what was Gu Zhao of the Xuanjiao Hall? What could he block?

Ai Jian returning to the Yuchen Sect mountain gate would just be a matter of one sentence!

At that time, wanting to knead Gu Zhao round or flat, there would be no need to come forward personally; there would be countless people who would understand the meaning and fight to do it for him.

One word can make a country flourish! One word can make a country perish!

This—

was the behavior of a great man!

It was because of this thought that Ai Jian endured humiliation and lived in the Xuanzhen Sect day after day.

But Wang Shu only achieved a Fourth-Grade Jin Dan and died overnight.

This news undoubtedly shattered all of Ai Jian's ambitions...

He sat on the ground dejectedly, his hands clenched into fists, and for a moment, he lost his mind, not recovering for a long time.

Seeing this state of his, Chen Ying smiled in his heart and shook his head silently.

He traveled thousands of miles from the Southern Chan Continent to the Dongmi Continent, although it was for the great fortune of the corpse-decomposing immortal in the Earth Abyss, in reality, it was also to recruit talents from all continents, foster wings, and facilitate his struggle with Chen Zuo, Chen Daozheng, and others.

This Ai Jian was one of his pre-selected candidates.

But looking at his temperament, his joy, anger, and scolding were all visible.

Such a person, even if he wanted to recruit him, would need to be trained, otherwise, it would be difficult to achieve anything great.

"Brother Ai, it's better to grieve and change. The moon has its waxing and waning, and people have their misfortunes and blessings. These are all fixed numbers of the Heavenly Dao, and they cannot be violated."

After a while,

seeing Ai Jian still as heavy as water, unwilling to say a word.

Chen Ying was helpless and had to take the lead, randomly picking a topic:

"Last time I pretended to be a face-man and came here with Ai Yuan of your clan to search for the Yin Son of Heaven, I saw a brother who was wandering outside. His name is Chen Hang. Do you know where he is now? Can you call him out to see?"

Ai Jian was surprised and finally recovered from the confusion.

And after he finished telling Chen Hang's whereabouts, Chen Ying was also slightly surprised.

"Actually in the Earth Abyss? After a while, when I and the elders of the Huzhao Sect trigger the turbid tide, all the flesh and blood living beings in the Earth Abyss will be turned to ashes. How can he survive?"

Chen Ying sighed and shook his head:

"Pity, pity, but I'm going to kill Chen Hang by mistake."

"Originally, I wanted to send him to Chen Runzi and Chen Yuanji, to exchange for a favor from the Yulu Immortal Mansion, but now it's a pity..." ===== CHAPTER 133 =====

Chen Ying sighed, shook his head, and said:

"What a pity, what a pity, it seems Chen Heng will be killed by mistake.

Originally, I wanted to send him to Chen Runzi and Chen Yuanji along the way to exchange for a favor from the Yulu Immortal Mansion, but now it is a pity..."