Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 611 Yan Chixia Passes on His Skills

Silent all night.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Ning Caichen was awakened by the "swish swish" of swords coming from the courtyard.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and pushed open the window. In the morning mist, he saw Fang Yu holding a long sword that gleamed with lightning, moving and flipping around in the courtyard.

The sword moves were extremely fierce, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea, sometimes like a fleeting shadow, leaving Ning Caichen dumbfounded.

“This is no failure in the imperial examinations.” Ning Caichen muttered to himself, and couldn’t help but shudder as he recalled the scene last night when Fang Yu cleaved open the gate of Lanruo Temple with a single sword.

What terrified him even more was Fang Yu's words, "Xiaoqian is a cannibalistic ghost," which has made him afraid to approach the west wing even once.

Inside the courtyard, the members of the Zhongzhou team were practicing the "Boundless Heaven and Earth Borrowing Technique" taught by Yan Chixia.

Zheng Zha's face turned red from holding his breath, but the dagger in his hand remained motionless and wouldn't fly up no matter what he did.

Zhao Yingkong had some cultivation skills, and a faint golden light barely appeared on the Netherfire Fang, but it vanished in an instant.

Zhan Lan simply gave up. She sat on a stone bench, wrapped up completely under a parasol, and munched on an apple she had somehow gotten her hands on.

But he only took two bites before spitting it out.

She only eats for the taste now; if she really wanted to eat something, she'd have to drink blood.

"Drink!" Li Yingqi shouted, and the Heavenly Sword flew out, drawing a beautiful arc in the air before firmly embedding itself in a tree trunk ten steps away.

"Excellent!" Yan Chixia clapped his hands in praise, his eyes gleaming. "This heroine, could it be that you previously learned the art of sword control?"

Fang Yu sheathed his sword and lazily interjected, "Her? She's a Nascent Soul cultivator, a sword immortal from Mount Shu."

"What?!" Yan Chixia was shocked upon hearing this. He quickly straightened his tattered Taoist robe and solemnly performed a Taoist salute. "So you are a master. My apologies for not recognizing you!"

Li Yingqi calmly returned the greeting: "Fellow Daoist Yan, you are too kind."

With a flick of her finger, the Heavenly Sword flew back into her hand as if it had a spirit. "Fellow Daoist, you cultivate both Buddhism and Taoism. It is truly rare to have such cultivation in this Dharma-ending Age."

Fang Yu watched from the side and couldn't help but laugh: "That's right, Old Yan, with your skills, you'd be an elder in the Shu Mountain sect."

Yan Chixia quickly waved his hand, "I am just an ordinary person."

"You've managed to cultivate to this level in this Dharma-ending Age. Although you can't break through the age limit, you're already the best in the world. No need to be modest. By the way, Li Yingqi, why don't you give Big Beard a copy of your Emei Heart Sutra so that Big Beard can live a few more years?"

Yan Chixia blushed; he wanted it, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

Indeed, who can resist the allure of immortality?
“Our master said that it is the responsibility of all cultivators to protect the human world. Fellow Daoist is the hope of this world, so this Emei Heart Sutra is hereby given to you.”

Yan Chixia quickly caught it and bowed firmly, "Thank you, senior!"

Ning Caichen leaned against the window, watching the group of "scholars" chatting and laughing in the courtyard, and his worldview completely collapsed.

He silently pulled his head back, deciding that he would never leave this room today, no matter what.

It's so scary outside!
Everyone practiced so diligently that they forgot to eat and sleep. Even Sepi pretended to practice sword techniques. In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

Everyone wants to learn Yan Chixia's skills in this cycle of reincarnation.

But there was one exception! Lin Xiaoyu disappeared!

"Where is Lin Xiaoyu?" Zhan Lan suddenly looked up, thinking of this question.

Li Yingqi looked around, the Heavenly Sword humming softly in its sheath.

The figure who always charged to the front during last night's fierce battle has vanished without a trace.

"What about people?"

Lin Xiaoyu rustled the withered leaves beneath her feet as she stepped alone into the dark forest. Her fists clenched, her eyes resolute and cold, as if she had made a firm decision. Mist permeated the forest, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. Although the sun was high in the sky, it couldn't reach the dense forest, giving it an eerie atmosphere.

Before long, the dilapidated Lanruo Temple appeared before Lin Xiaoyu's eyes.

Surprisingly, the temple, which was almost razed to the ground by Fang Yu's thunderous attack last night, is now completely intact, as if the fierce battle of last night had never happened.

Only on the crooked signboard at the entrance, traces of recent repairs were faintly visible.

Lin Xiaoyu stood in front of the temple gate, took a deep breath, and glanced at the Reincarnation Watch.

The task notification on the wristwatch was still flashing.

[Special Restrictions]

Underworld Prohibition: If a team member dies, their soul will be imprisoned by the Black Mountain Demon and must be retrieved within 24 hours; otherwise, they will be considered permanently dead. All of the team member's abilities will be doubled during their lifetime.

After confirming that she was not mistaken, she stepped across the threshold and entered the eerie ancient temple.

"Young lady, are you here to offer incense?"

A soft, charming voice came from inside the hall.

Lin Xiaoyu looked up and saw a woman in a bright red dress leaning against the door, smiling at her.

The woman had exquisitely beautiful features, lips like a touch of vermilion, and a captivating charm in every gesture.

"Since you're passing by, why don't you come in and rest for a while?" The woman walked gracefully over, carrying a cup of hot tea. "My name is Xiaodie. May I ask your name, young lady?"

Lin Xiaoyu looked at her coldly, without taking the teacup, and said indifferently, "I know where this place is, and I know who you are."

Xiao Die's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes: "Oh? Since you knew, why did you come alone?"

Lin Xiaoyu's lips curled into a cruel smile: "I came here to die."

Xiaodie tilted her head, looking the strange woman up and down.

She had seen countless men lured here by her grandmother, and many women who had strayed into this place by mistake, but she had never seen anyone like Lin Xiaoyu who had willingly offered herself up to die.

"Why would you want to die?" Xiaodie asked curiously.

Lin Xiaoyu's gaze passed over her, landing in the deep shadows of the hall. Her voice was low and cold: "With my own abilities alone, it might be difficult to take revenge. I don't want to be the kind of person who stabs their teammates in the back, even if that teammate named Zhang Ming is a beast."

"But if I become a ghost, then don't blame me!"

Xiaodie was slightly taken aback, then covered her mouth and chuckled, "I see."

She turned and shouted into the hall, "Grandma! Eat her!"

Before he finished speaking, the candles in the hall suddenly went out, and a cold wind rose.

In the darkness, countless vines wriggled out from the ground, walls, and beams, coiling towards Lin Xiaoyu like venomous snakes.

Lin Xiaoyu stood still, letting the vines entwine her body.

There was no fear in her eyes, only determination!
“Come on,” she whispered, “let me become one of you.”

The vines tightened their grip, their sharp barbs piercing her skin, and blood dripped down their length.

From deep within the hall came a sinister laugh, as if welcoming the new member who had voluntarily fallen into darkness.

Lin Xiaoyu's consciousness gradually blurred, but a relieved smile appeared on her lips.

"Zhang Ming, you wait."

(End of this chapter)