Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

This is the first day when everything in the world of immortal cultivation goes uncontrollably and becomes insane.

Yan Ji'an thought that he did not waste too much time this time. He even did something that was not like him. He did not try to find out why a disciple of Yuntian Sect exploded when he made a small breakthrough in the Qi Refining Period, nor did he delve into the strange remarks made by the disciple named Ruan Zhu before his death.

Almost immediately after receiving the news, Yunshang Xianzun flew to Taohualing on his sword, so he couldn't understand why someone could be faster than him -

When Yan Ji'an arrived, the ban on Taohualing had been lifted.

The person he was looking for was sitting under the peach tree in front of the cave. A man in dark shorts was sitting opposite her, holding a not-so-clean handkerchief in his hand. He was holding her hand and carefully wiping the blood off her hand with each finger.

Because I didn't know how to perform the cleansing spell or the water-clearing spell, I placed a basin next to me to wash the towel. The water in the basin was already a little turbid.

When Yan Ji'an landed at the highest point of the Red Sun Peak, he just happened to hear the man's low voice coming -

"Close your eyes first. There are also some on your eyelashes."

Nan Fuguang felt as if her soul was possessed by someone. She closed her eyes numbly as she followed every instruction and movement. When a handkerchief with a faint smell of blood approached her, her nose twitched and she subconsciously dodged.

The butcher's fingers with thin calluses clamped on her cheek and he said calmly, "Don't move." He then used the handkerchief that had long been stained with rusty red that could never be washed off to forcefully wipe away the blood residue that had dried and clumped together on her eyelashes.

Yan Ji'an stood there and watched for a while without saying a word.

Nan Fuguang did not turn around, but at least the butcher had noticed his presence, because at a certain moment he slowly raised his eyelashes, probably giving Yunshang Immortal a casual glance.

Yan Ji'an was not prepared to pay any attention to this man. He waved his sleeves and wiped away all the dirt on Nan Fuguang's body. Except for her pale cheeks, it was almost impossible to tell what terrible thing she had just experienced.

The butcher seemed to be witnessing the monk's cleaning spell for the first time. He paused with the handkerchief in his hand, reaching it towards Nan Fuguang.
A vague sound of appreciation came from deep in his nose. He took Nan Fuguang's hand and looked at it, confirming that the blood stains between his nails had been cleaned up. He asked curiously, "Why didn't you come earlier?"

Yan Ji'an: "..."

Nan Fuguang still had no reaction.

Her hand was still held by the butcher's.

Yan Ji'an didn't think this was necessary, so he said coldly, "Let go of her hand."

The butcher paused for a long time, perhaps a few breaths, and lowered his eyes and smiled vaguely. Then he slowly let go of the hand of the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect.

Without the touch of the warm palm, Nan Fuguang rubbed the back of his hands subconsciously as if it was a conditioned reflex, and then absent-mindedly withdrew his hands back into his sleeves.

"I want to rest."

Her voice was hoarse when she spoke. If it were any other time, she would definitely be surprised that her voice would be so dry and unpleasant.

Fortunately, no one laughed at her at this time. The two people who heard her speak did not respond immediately until the butcher said "Oh" and raised his eyes to give Yan Ji'an the first straight look from then on.

"Your Majesty, you heard what she said. I'm afraid it's not convenient to receive guests at Taohua Ridge right now." He said with a gentle voice and a smile, "The cultivation world is probably in chaos right now. Your Majesty should leave first and make plans early."

……

Chixue Peak, Taoting.

There were unusual movements of people coming in and out of the Guixing Pavilion behind the mountain. It was probably Ruan Zhu's matter that alarmed the people inside.

A disciple from the north gate of the third-ranked sect in the Immortal Alliance exploded and died after breaking through from the middle stage of Qi Refining to the late stage of Qi Refining. This was not a big deal, but it was enough to be featured in the "Three Realms Gossip" magazine, but in fact, it was not a big news today when the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree had been withered for many years.

Yan Ji'an sat on a long couch in the front hall of Taoting, brushing his sleeves and relaxing for a long time.

It was only later that he realized that he had gone to find Nan Fuguang, and he even brought a soul-calming pill with him because he was worried that she would be too frightened. However, he did not take out the pill, but came back by himself.

——Just because the butcher said, "Your Excellency should leave first."

Yunshang Immortal was a little confused.

I vaguely recalled that it was not the first time that I had allowed the butcher to chase me away. The last time was when Nan Fuguang got drunk at his wonton stall in the mortal world.

At this time, the mumbling voice of the gate beast could be heard outside the main hall of Tao Ting. The heavy door was slowly opened and the sound of anxious footsteps was heard. Yun Shang Xianzun's thoughts were interrupted, but he was not annoyed. Instead, his eyes lit up and he looked in the direction of the sound.

The girl in the sword-cultivating robes was seen running with her long black hair flying in the sun. Her delicate face was filled with impatience as she shouted, "Master!"

The light in his eyes disappeared without a trace. When Lu Sang came in front of Yan Ji'an, the latter had already returned to his usual calm demeanor. He frowned slightly and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you shouting in the hall?"

Lu Sang held up a stack of bamboo slips, which was exactly "The Gossip of the Three Realms".

Yan Ji'an usually stayed at home and seldom went out. Whenever there was any major event in the world of immortal cultivation, someone would naturally compile it into a file and present it to him. Therefore, he seldom borrowed "Three Realms Informer" on ordinary days, as he thought the information on it was too messy. Anyone who could take out a few crystals could make a comment, so it was really boring and a waste of time to read.

At this moment, Lu Sang was holding the unfolded bamboo slips, as if he must read it. Yan Ji'an was a little impatient, and all he could think about was whether he should go to Taohualing again to give the tranquilizing pill to Nan Fuguang, while he reached out to take it.

The front page headlines have not yet seen any difference.

There is still follow-up work on the Da Ri Mine disaster.

Lu Sang reached out and pointed at the corner of the second page, "Here."

Yan Ji'an then saw that the news that a disciple of the Yuntian Sect had just broken through a small stage and exploded to death had indeed been posted on the Three Realms Gossip. Although it only occupied a small corner in the lower right corner of the sub-section, the number of comments in the subscriber flow section under the news was rising rapidly.

"What? Is it dangerous to break through the Qi Refining Stage in the third largest sect of the Immortal Alliance now?"
"Wow, there's a big problem with the Yuntian Sect."
"The official didn't give any explanation. They just dismissed it with this report? A breakthrough from the middle stage of Qi Refining led to a body explosion, and then what? What was the reason? Was it a personal problem? It's hard not to think too much about this kind of thing the day after the strange phenomenon that fell from the sky last night, right?"
"Speaking of which, do you still think that the Wild Hunt phenomenon means everything will be fine and there will be a good harvest next year? You're doing this the next day..."
"Ah, what you said is ridiculous. Are you a disciple of the Yuntian Sect? The strange phenomenon in the sky last night was visible to the entire cultivation world, but the Qi Refining Stage explosion is unique to the Yuntian Sect?"
"I'm from the Yuanhai Sect. I got up this morning and read the fortune, and the result was a bad omen. So you read the fortune for someone else?"
"The Wuwei Sect is here. The hexagram I drew this morning was very bad, and I felt like something was strange. I can't tell. Is your sect's Guixu Sea Eye peaceful?"
"Replying to the fellow Taoist above, my sect's headquarters is peaceful today, but what you said makes me feel uneasy. How do you know that I went to look at it this morning because I felt uneasy? Can't I go and take another look now?"
"Okay, the big guys from Yuanhai Sect and Wuwei Sect have shown up, but where are the people from Yuntian Sect? Don't you want to watch "Three Realms Gossip"?"
"I guess the Yuntian Sect is in chaos right now? How can they have time to watch this?"

Yan Ji'an thought, it’s not too busy, I’m watching.

"A certain fellow Taoist really doesn't need to fish in troubled waters here and try to drag the entire immortal world into it. Has the Track Star Pavilion spoken out? Isn't it in your Yuntian Sect? If there is any unusual movement in the entire immortal world, it will have to say a word or two, right?"
"Oh, right, since Guixing Pavilion didn't say anything, does that mean it's not a big deal?"
"And there was also "Wild Hunt" last night. Some of you who haven't read the book should go to the mobile forum to catch up on your knowledge. You didn't read a single word of the story before "Good Harvest". The whole dynasty was dead and all that..."
"I was scared to death by what was happening above, and now one of them has died! Don't exaggerate!"
"Oh, haha, there's always a first for everything. The story begins with a man in the capital suddenly dying for no apparent reason."
"Here we go again. I've already said that it's just your Yuntian Sect that's in trouble, don't drag the Xiuxian world down with you."
"But, I agree with a fellow Taoist above me. Our small sect has unanimously decided that until the Guixing Pavilion says that this matter was accidental and had nothing to do with yesterday's anomaly or even the entire cultivation world, our sect will never easily make a breakthrough again."
"This fellow Taoist is too cautious."
"Don't ask. If you ask, it means you are afraid of death."

Yan Ji'an quickly read some messages and could feel that except for some people who were watching the excitement of Yuntian Sect without knowing the truth, most of the immortal cultivators were frightened by the true feelings -

The topic of exploding during the breakthrough stage was the most taboo and feared topic during the period when the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree withered, but now it has been brought up openly.

There were more and more messages, and disciples from all the major sects and factions left messages one after another. Yan Ji'an became impatient and swiped away...

Then I found that the messages from the people who complained at the beginning disappeared.

With his fingertips suspended, Yunshang Xianzun frowned slightly. At first, he thought that there was something wrong with the "Three Realms Gossip" in his hand, or that there were too many people leaving messages and the information was overloaded...
He tried to refresh the page again, and found that the real-time messages were indeed decreasing in batches.

——When it comes to important current news, the most feared thing is that the upper echelons cover up the truth. In today's world of freedom of speech and a multitude of communication methods, covering your mouth is the stupidest way and is likely to cause panic.

"Master, what happened to the Yuntian Sect?" Lu Sang sounded uneasy.

Yan Ji'an did not answer.

"Why are they gloating over other people's misfortunes? Yuntian Sect is not popular in the world of immortal cultivation?"

"Nonsense."

"Then why-"

"The Yuntian Sect is surrounded by three mountains, and is blessed by the heavens and the earth. It has abundant spiritual energy, and it also has the Track Star Pavilion where you can make predictions and blessings." Yan Ji'an said calmly, "To sum up, the disciples of our sect have been blessed with unique advantages since childhood. If there is any disturbance, other sects will speak ill of them. This is the normal state of human nature, and it is not surprising."

He moved the Three Realms Gossip on his knees. Sometimes Yan Ji'an couldn't stand the backward thinking and stupid behavior of those old men in the Immortal Alliance's information release and management department...
A matter of moderate importance has now become distorted as it is passed on by word of mouth.

It looks like all the members of the Yuntian Sect will die one after another tomorrow.

"There are so many people who try to pass the "Kingfisher's Nest" assessment every year. Where did all those people go? Or did the Immortal Alliance screen them layer by layer just to select the stupidest ones among them?"

Yunshang Immortal threw the bamboo slips back to his little disciple, who took them in a panic and looked at him timidly.

Yan Ji'an kept frowning, feeling a little restless and irritable, as nothing had gone well for him so far.

If you ask for divination again, it will probably be very bad.

……

Unaware that the Three Realms Gossipster was in chaos, Nan Fuguang, as the person involved, was in a state of panic, and it took her a long time to recover. She vaguely knew that many people had come to see her during this period, including Yan Ji'an, but they were all successfully sent away by the butcher.

He is quite useful at critical moments.

"If I have the final say in Yuntian Sect, I will place you in front of the Yuntian Sect's mountain gate on the first and fifteenth day of each month and during festivals to send away those idle people who are too polite."

"I'm not your guard dog." The butcher said very calmly, "Where are you going?"

Nan Fuguang floated out of the cave and said he wanted to go out for a walk.

The Yuntian Sect seems to be in chaos.

Nan Fuguang didn't want everyone to know that the eldest sister of the third largest sect in the Immortal Alliance was so frightened by the failure of the breakthrough. This would only make the younger brothers and sisters more afraid. Moreover, she herself had something to confirm -

She wanted to know whether it was her illusion that she felt the atmosphere in the sect was strange before leaving in the morning.

Now, after what happened to Ruan Zhu, she could finally describe what that feeling was.

Comparing the Yuntian Sect to a person, compared to the Wuwei Sect, the oldest one, and the Yuanhai Sect, the second oldest one, which are ahead of the Immortal Alliance, the former is a wealthy and powerful young man with deep roots, while the latter occupies the unclean sea and has an endless supply of rich fortunes bestowed by heaven. The Yuntian Sect relies on the mountains for its livelihood, and is a son of the mountains who is not as good as the best but better than the worst. He has all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and never worries about starving to death.
But now, the Son of Destiny discovered that the mountain was bald.
For no reason, the sight of seeing mushrooms when I looked down and birds when I looked up when I went out every day is gone.
The Son of Destiny has all the skills he needs. He can set traps, catch flying birds, and identify herbs. He still has all the skills, but the mountain is empty and the foundation on which he once relied for survival is gone.

It is this feeling.

The Yuntian Sect's century-old spiritual veins are deeply rooted and full of spiritual energy. With a real dragon sitting in front and a divine phoenix coming later, the spiritual mist surrounding the mountains is getting stronger day by day.

The sect's disciples were all ready, thinking that they were about to usher in the sect's century-long highlight moment, but in just one night, the moon set, the crows cried, the starry sky became dim, the sun rose, and suddenly everything was gone.

Nan Fuguang came to Jingtan. The stream water seemed to be no different from usual, flowing actively. He squatted down beside the Jingtan and reached out to touch the water surface. Pure stream water flowed at his fingertips.

She turned around and asked the person standing behind her: "Fishing?"
The butcher: "No more fish."
Nan Fuguang: “Let’s go fishing.”

The butcher turned and went into the woods. He got a fishing rod from somewhere, swung it around, and sat down casually. Nan Fuguang sat down next to him and told him that Jingtan was not only the Yuntian Sect's sunshine lottery pool. It was said that under Jingtan was the sect's main spiritual vein where three mountains overlapped and intersected. For thousands of years, the Yuntian Sect had relied on this spiritual vein and the unique Guixing Pavilion to rank among the top three in the Immortal Alliance. Without them, the Yuntian Sect would probably be just an ordinary large sect.

Butcher: "What do you want to say?"

Nan Fuguang put his chin on his knees and said, "I don't know. I dare not say anything about this. I think Jingtan is empty now."

Butcher: “Hmm?”

Nan Fuguang: "Can the spirit vein be taken away?"

The butcher said, is the spiritual vein a mountain or an object? If it is an object, it can be taken away. How could I know about the affairs of your world of immortal cultivation?

Nan Fuguang stopped talking again, and there was a brief silence between the two. The man shook the fishing rod in boredom, and when he remembered that it was too quiet around him and turned his head, he found that the person next to him had buried his head in his knees, curled up like a withered mushroom.

As quiet as a corpse.

He originally thought he would ignore her, but by the time he reacted, he had already used the end of the fishing rod to pry one of her arms apart.

When he saw the face soaked with tears, it was too late to regret. The man sighed deeply, thinking that the time turner should be used in occasions like this.

Human emotions are always like a pendulum that never stops. One moment you figure it out, and the next moment you don’t figure it out anymore. It’s so unpredictable. The person who was having a vague conversation with him the moment before now has a red and swollen nose because of the crystal clear water, like a round radish soaked in water...
Her red eyes were filled with tears. When she raised her head blankly, her messy hair stuck to the corners of her eyes and the traces of tears became a mess.
The tears kept flowing out as if they couldn't be stopped.

The eldest senior sister of the Yuntian Sect cried so hard that she looked confused.

She stared at the butcher for a few seconds with eyes that were about to go blind from crying, even though everyone knew that she saw everything clearly. Then, as if a muscle on the back of her neck had been cut, her head drooped weakly back into her knees with a "snap".

"..." The butcher was silent for a moment, "Why are you crying?"

Such a straightforward question usually does not receive a serious answer.

"Are you scared?"

This assumption that admitting it would be like being cut off below the knees, making the person shorter, deserves no response.

The man thought that he would never get an answer in his life and he would have to be mute from now on. At this moment, he heard a dull and hoarse voice coming from a close distance.
"I hate that I'm just an ordinary person, and Ruan Zhu could only die in my arms like that."
She swallowed hard and paused noticeably.
The arms around his knees tensed, his head buried deeper, and his voice was dull.
"She's not very smart. If she had hugged Lu Sang at that time, she wouldn't have died."

Lu Sang is the reincarnation of a divine phoenix, the darling of heaven, and the son of destiny.
God will not allow anything bad to happen in Lu Sang's arms.
So if it was Lu Sang, Ruan Zhu would not have died.

"Heaven's way does not bless all things, but only cares for people like Yan Ji'an and Lu Sang."

Unfortunately, she is Nan Fuguang.
Nan Fuguang is an ordinary and somewhat unlucky passerby.
Now, Ruan Zhu, who chose her, is also in trouble. And it’s not just ordinary bad luck, she paid the price with her life.

Nan Fuguang didn't know who she was crying for, for Ruan Zhu, for You Yin, for Xiao Mushroom, for every miner in the Da Ri Mine, or for herself...
Over the years, she never thought there was anything wrong with being a stone that could be found anywhere on the roadside in the world of immortal cultivation.
But now, she found something wrong.

——A stone can be a stone, and there is nothing to be unwilling about, as long as it stays in a familiar place and can only see the same sky when it looks up, rather than another wider place with blood and gore.

No matter how hard she struggled, she was powerless to change anyone or anything. The story line created by heaven never wasted a single word on her.

Realizing this, Nan Fuguang's tears of despair almost dried up -

Oh, I guess Heaven doesn’t care about this matter.

Damn it.

The hem of her Taoist robe above her knees was soaked. Nan Fuguang was shocked at how she could have so many tears. She wanted to stop and not let the people around her laugh at the world of immortal cultivation, but she couldn't stop at all.

Hearing the person next to her sigh, she felt even more embarrassed. She could feel the warm and scorching temperature on the tip of her ear. She began to think about how to drive him away, but before she could organize her words, she heard a deep voice -

"There are too many fantasies. There is no such thing as heaven in this world."

She ignored him.

"Or if you look up, if there is a way of heaven, it is only before your eyes at this moment."

The incoherent conclusion did not impress anyone. Nan Fuguang's throat was blocked and she could only make vague sounds to express her opposition to the nonsense. So the man had to let go of the fishing rod, reach out and try to lift her head from his knees.

Soon, he felt that he encountered resistance. The man in front of him was struggling with his neck and using the counterforce.

Finally, before the man made an impatient "tsk" sound and reached out to grab her ears, she suddenly seemed to give up and raised her head following his force.

For a moment, no one spoke.

In addition to the sound of the rushing water in the clear pond beside them, the two people looking at each other could even feel each other's breath spraying on their noses.

It's moist and salty, but not salty like sea water.

The man thought casually.

"Well?"
Nan Fuguang only felt the dry warmth of the big hand that was lifting her cheek with a slightly forceful attitude. When that handsome face, which was too oppressive for a mortal, approached her, she was dazed for a moment.
She tried to open her eyes wide.
But the vision before my eyes became blurry like the vision of a fish through tears.
"W-what?"

The tear marks on his face that were changed by the messy hair changed again. This time, a transparent warm liquid seeped into his fingers. His rough hands, which had been holding the butcher knife all day, one day touched something so delicate and fragile.

The touch is strange.

But he didn't move his hand away.

"Did you see it?" the butcher asked in a flat tone.

"what?"

"The way of heaven you want."

"……No."
Nan Fuguang choked up and spoke incoherently.
"I only saw you. Are you mentally ill?"

(End of this chapter)