Chapter 1155

Lu Yang is kind-hearted, and he could see that Qing He was putting on a brave front; although the two of them were in a competitive relationship, as officials serving the same court, there was no need to make things so tense. He kindly offered a few words of comfort, but Senior Qing He seemed even more heartbroken.

The master and servant shared deep affection; seeing the immortal reduced to just an immortal soul saddened him greatly. Lu Yang sighed, reflecting that this kind of emotion was something he had never experienced—since the day he met the immortal, she had been in immortal soul form, and now he had grown accustomed to it.

Lu Yang has always been honest; he would not say something like "Senior Qing He, I understand you" unless he had truly felt it himself.

It seems the immortal will continue to reside in the mental space from now on; there's no need to mention the condensation of the immortal body to Senior Qing He, lest it remind her of painful memories. "Indeed, this is an impossible future," Lu Yang said, feeling that he had been overthinking things.

"Big Boss, Second Boss, look—this is the spiritual fruit I cultivated following Senior Caiwei's method!"

Yun Mengmeng brushed past Qing He, ran up to Lu Yang, and opened her small hand to reveal several pale golden fruits. "What is this?" Lu Yang stared at the object, which looked like an immortal fruit of eternity.

"It's an immortal spiritual fruit, cultivated from the embryonic form of an immortal Dao fruit!" "How novel—I'll give it a try."

Before Yun Mengmeng could stop him, Lu Yang popped one immortal spiritual fruit into his mouth. "So hard!"

Lu Yang took a bite and nearly chipped his tooth, though he hadn't used full strength—but he was an immortal body, and yet even eating a fruit was difficult? "You're just not ripe yet," the Immortal Immortal said, noting she had often cultivated spiritual and immortal fruits before.

"No problem, no problem—even unripe, there are uses for unripe fruit."

As she spoke, Yun Mengmeng demonstrated to Lu Yang: she pinched a spiritual fruit, gave a hey-cho sound, and threw it far away, blasting a deep pit. She made a gathering motion, and the fruit flew back, intact and unharmed.

"I've discovered that unripe immortal spiritual fruits make especially good weapons!"

Yun Mengmeng proudly showed off the several spiritual fruits in her hand; from today on, she too was a cultivator with a weapon, no longer limited to just flailing her arms and legs as before. The Immortal Immortal nodded approvingly—truly worthy of being Third Boss: "Not bad, having the youth of this immortal, ah no, youthfulness—though that still doesn't sound quite right..."

The Immortal Immortal had wanted to say she bore a few traces of the immortal's youthful grace, but saying it that way would imply she herself was no longer young. "In any case, you now possess a few traces of this immortal's grace, but it's still not enough."

The Immortal Immortal controlled a spiritual fruit, flicked it out with a swoosh—only to hear a boom as the fruit exploded, sending up a hundred-zhang-high air blast, its power far surpassing before. The immortal then made a gathering motion, and the fruit flew back.

Lu Yang gaped: "Can spiritual fruits even explode?"

The Immortal Immortal stood with hands behind her back, chin slightly raised, striving to bear the demeanor of a grand master: "Naturally—immortal spiritual fruits are the product of the immortal lineage; does our immortal lineage not have ones that won't self-destruct?"

Lu Yang silently reflected: No wonder Senior Qing He didn't join the immortal lineage—she truly lacked the qualifications to join.

"Although the explosive power doesn't match our own self-detonation, it's still quite impressive," the Immortal Immortal pointed out the key to Yun Mengmeng, who quickly grasped the basics and began playing with great delight.

Yun Mengmeng felt that Xiao Zhi was truly kind to her—if Xiao Zhi hadn't introduced her to the immortal lineage, she'd still be researching how to use the embryonic form of the immortal Dao fruit. Spring came and went, and in the blink of an eye, it was dinnertime.

Yun Mengmeng had baked various flavored small cookies for everyone to try, humbly accepting their praise. "It's not as good as you say—it's all thanks to the teachings of the Big Boss and Second Boss."

After dinner, Lu Yang sensed a figure stumbling toward them from not far away.

He paused to reflect: generally, the existence of the ancestral temple should not be known to outsiders, but the other party appeared to be in danger—and as the saying goes, saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, so he might as well save them.

"There's a temple.

Yue Changhe had traveled long distances, his spirit nearly at its limit; although finding a temple in the desert was strange, he no longer had the luxury to worry about such things—just having a place to rest would do.

"Soybean Temple."

How strange—when he stepped into the temple at that very moment, he smelled a strong fragrance that restored some of his strength, though the scent was fleeting and soon vanished.

】 "Thank you, all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas—Yue Changhe borrows lodging here for one night."

Yue Changhe bowed before each statue, and only when he lifted his head did he notice the Bodhisattvas' appearances were somewhat strange.

They looked as if they were eating cookies.

Yue Changhe didn't want to dwell on it; he took a pill, leaned against a pillar, and soon fell asleep.

"Found you!"

Yue Changhe heard a fierce shout and jumped up in fright.

Outside the temple, a great eagle landed, shook itself, and transformed into a man with eagle eyes.

"You really are here!"

A great monk strode into the ancestral temple, his appearance fierce and evil, his face full of horizontal flesh, his right eye bearing a long scar that extended to the corner of his mouth.

"Yue Changhe, you possess both human and demon blood—truly rare. Come back with me!" the eagle-eyed man said with a sinister laugh, having pursued him for so long and finally caught up.

"He should return with me, the poor monk!" the great monk snorted, refusing to yield, his eyes filled with threat.

Yue Changhe knew his strength was limited—he was no match for either of these two.

But so what? He was not one to admit defeat!

"You want me to go back? Dream on!"

"Obstinate and spiritless!" the eagle-eyed man shot out his eagle claw to grab, and the great monk also moved in.

Yue Changhe was already exhausted; after just a few exchanges, he was defeated, lying on the ground, barely clinging to life.

"Yue Changhe, choose—are you standing with the demon clan, or with the human race!" the eagle-eyed man pressed down on Yue Changhe, giving him no chance to resist.

Yue Changhe gave a bitter laugh at the monk and eagle demon chasing him: "Just because my father is demon and my mother is human, you two are hunting me?"

"Whether human or demon, do I even want to possess two kinds of blood?"

"Enough with the nonsense—let you decide for yourself!" the great monk said impatiently.

"You must choose one today!" the eagle-eyed man also shouted sternly.

"Heh heh, human blood, demon blood—is bloodline really that important?" A deep Buddha's voice echoed through the temple, as if one were in a pure land.

The Buddha statue in the center of the temple opened its eyes—it had come to life! The great monk, who had chanted scriptures for half his life, had never heard of such a thing!

"World, World Honored One..."

Lu Yang shook his head, his voice deep and resonant, as if several people were speaking at once: "The poor monk did not wish to appear in the world, but since the three benefactors entered his temple and have a dispute, the poor monk naturally must look into it."

Lu Yang looked at the three, his eyes lowered, grieving for the world and pitying humanity: "The conflict between humans and demons has existed since ancient times, endless strife, bloodshed and drifting—who knows how many talented souls have perished? It is truly tragic."

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"Humans are the chief among all spirits, and demons also have true immortals—bloodline carries no superiority or inferiority, so why must you distinguish them so clearly?"

The great monk stammered: "But World Honored One, this person has committed a crime—we must determine whether he is a demon-state person or a Buddha-state person; if he is demon-state, let this eagle take him; if he is Buddha-state, I will take him."

Lu Yang:

Senior of the ages, let's discuss—can we reverse time?