I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 50 He is mine
Since Zhenwu was established as a formal practice system, the Grandmaster has been the threshold between heaven and earth.

If those who do not enter the realm are like illiterate common people, then those who enter the realm are considered to have achieved success and fame.

If one fails to become a Grandmaster, his entire life will be wasted in a corner; only if one becomes a Grandmaster, he can officially enter the court, be qualified to ascend the throne, and pay homage to the "Emperor's Face".

The heaven here refers to the way of heaven.

There is often a classic line in fantasy novels, namely "all are ants below xx", which is used to prove the strength corresponding to the realm. It is like a watershed, and whether you reach it or not is the difference between heaven and earth.

But the masters in the world of true cultivation are not so exaggerated and dramatic.

Or……

'Grandmaster' does not allow one to ascend to heaven in one step. This realm and title do not qualify one to stand on the heavens and stand shoulder to shoulder with Aizen.

Entering the 'Grandmaster Realm' does not necessarily mean that one has truly become a Grandmaster.

If you want to become a master, you need to prove that you really have the qualifications.

Among them, the most valuable ones are "Inscribed on the Stone at Yanran, and Leaving Your Name at Yumen". There is a permanent stone tablet at Yumen Pass. The stone tablet was brought back from Yanran Mountain by the world's number one general himself. If one can obtain the title of "Grandmaster" in Yumen Pass, he can engrave his name on the stone tablet.

This is the case for the Southern Dynasty; for the Northern Dynasty, there is another set of corresponding "Grandmaster Trials".

Therefore, it is not this title and realm that allows the Grandmaster to possess strength far beyond the lower levels, but only such a person can obtain the honorific title of Grandmaster.

A True Warrior who has merely reached the Grandmaster realm cannot be called a true Grandmaster. They are usually referred to by another title...

Half a sect.

Half-step Grandmaster.

He is half a step away from becoming a Grandmaster, but there is still a huge gap between them.

This is definitely not a compliment, but more like a bitter irony.

The realm of a half-master may not be much different from that of a true master, but in terms of state of mind and strength, he is far inferior to the latter who has been tempered by iron and blood.

……

Shi Zhuoqun is a half-sect.

He had never been to Yumen, nor had he undergone any other type of tests, and had never formally obtained the title of Grandmaster, so he was only a half-grandmaster.

But just like the Sima family, half of the country is already good enough... half of the sect is half of the sect, it is still a sect after all.

Doesn’t the deputy section chief anymore be called section chief?
He always thought that this was nothing. After all, he didn't need to do anything that would show off to the public. Even if he was only a half-sect, it would be enough to serve as a deterrent.

Because of this, he hasn't experienced any life-and-death battles for almost a decade.

The feeling has become dull.

The fighting spirit is gradually declining.

If he had taken action earlier, he would not have encountered such a result.

But there is no if.

The result was that he lost.

The long sword, rippling with thunder, cut off his two limbs. The long sword pierced the ground, and countless arcs of electricity burst out and flashed. The surging energy turned into a real shock wave. The soil in the entire alley was lifted up several feet high, and the ground expanded and then sank.

Green smoke rose from the charred soil.

The famous sword Jiang Chengzi was stuck in the ground. The sword body still retained the high temperature left by the thunder. The sword body showed a light orange-yellow color, and then left a series of tortuous condensation lines in the extremely rapid cooling, just like bent thunder.

It took more than ten seconds before someone got up from the ground.

"What happened..." Lu Ziyu sat on the ground in a daze. Then, seeing Shi Zhuoqun's miserable appearance, he hurriedly shouted, "Grandpa!"

Shi Zhuoqun felt that he was running out of breath at this moment.

He stared at the ragged young man, muttering words like "immortal sword".

Such a person cannot be allowed to live!

Shi Zhuoqun forced himself to take a breath, and true energy burst out from his broken body. He rushed to Bai Xuan and raised his palm.

The sword flashed, and Lin Jiaolu's sword tip pierced Shi Zhuoqun's palm, which was then bent and then repelled.

Xiaolu did not continue to stand aside this time. She chose the right time to rush to the rescue, but the gap in strength was too big. She could not even hold the weapon. The Solitary Wook Sword rotated twice in her palm and then slipped out of her hand, leaving her palm bleeding.

The little girl was not stubborn. When she saw that she couldn't beat him, she turned around and ran away with Bai Xuan in her arms.

But the fight just now caused the nearby terrain to be destroyed, leaving no shelter at all.

Shi Zhuoqun grabbed the stone, snapped his fingers and flicked it out, with the energy attached to it, the power was no less than the sound of a revolver.

He did have only a few breaths left, but if he ignored the injuries and killed people, no one present would be able to stop him.

Bai Xuan also felt that his body was hollowed out at this time.

He prepared to mobilize his last bit of mental strength, waiting for Shi Zhuoqun to take a few steps forward so that he could stab him from behind with his sword.

But before he could act, a long wolf howl sounded under the moonlight.

A flash of cold light came first, and then the gun fell like a dragon.

The spear pierced the ground, accurately knocking down the flying pebbles.

Lin Jiaolu suddenly stopped and looked back at the spear.

Then a ball of silvery light emerged from the night sky, appearing abruptly as the spear fell to the ground.

It was a huge wolf with silver-white hair, shining brightly in the moonlight.

When he saw the wolf, Shi Zhuoqun immediately lost all his fighting spirit.

Moon-chasing wolf.

It is rumored that they are descendants of the Langya Mountain God clan and have the blood of an ancient evil. The ancestors of the Langya Lin family signed a blood contract with them. If their descendants can gain the recognition of the Moon-Chasing Wolf, they can be taken out of Langya and travel the world to achieve perfect merit and transform into immortals.

The Langya Lin clan has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, and there are only more than thirty people who have been favored by the Moon-Chasing Wolf. Even though the number is small, its iconic appearance and ferocious combat power still make it a symbol of the Langya Lin clan that impresses everyone.

The Moon-Chasing Wolf has arrived, proving that the Langya Lin Clan has also arrived.

Lin Jiaolu wiped the blood off his cheek vigorously and shouted, "Mei Niang, bite him!"

"Awooo!" The Moon-Chasing Wolf howled towards the sky.

Shi Zhuoqun's blood ran cold. Knowing that he had missed the best opportunity, he thought about turning back and grabbing Lu Ziyu and leaving.

But the giant wolf bit the spear and pulled it out, then turned its head and swung it, and the spear immediately hit the other shoulder.

Before Shi Zhuoqun could say anything, the gigantic Moon-Chasing Wolf lunged at him with a roar.

He had already suffered a serious blow at this time, and ended up like a tiger in plain land being bullied by a dog. He no longer cared about his surroundings.

Lu Ziyu felt that the situation was hopeless, so he quickly got up and tried to escape and hide.

However, a sword was pressed against his neck.

"Cousin, cousin... I know I was wrong." Lu Ziyu almost knelt down and begged.

"You don't know you're wrong." Lin Jiaolu said, "You just know you're going to die." The sword blade cut across, slitting the throat.

Lu Ziyu knelt on the ground, holding his neck, and died with his eyes wide open, taking with him his great ambition and a life as fragile as paper.

Lin Jiaolu looked at the blood-stained sword, turned around and walked back.

This murder was different from the one in Chouyun Mountain.

The first time she killed someone, it was more like she was trying to protect herself, and she did it in a state of excitement; but this time, she felt unexpectedly calm, and even felt that it was not important.

Lu Ziyu is dead, but that's not worth mentioning.

This was the ending he deserved.

Lin Jiaolu quickly returned to Bai Xuan and looked at him nervously: "Are you okay?"

The young man sat on the ground with a pale face, his lips dry as if he was about to run out of energy, but his expression remained calm: "Is that wolf yours?"

"It belongs to my father."

"Is it a female?"

"No, it's a male one."

"Then why is she called Mei Niang?"

"Because it loves beauty... Do you really have to ask these questions now?"

Lin Jiaolu dug out a bottle and poured out a scarlet pill: "Eat this quickly."

She stuffed the medicine into Bai Xuan's mouth. When it touched the boy's cheek, her expression became even more panicked: "It's so hot, you have a high fever."

"Your energy and vitality are all over-expended, and the symptoms are similar to those of a dehydration fever." Bai Xuan stopped her from continuing to feed her medicine. "I'm too weak to take any more medicine right now, so I need to slowly recuperate and rest... From now on, I probably won't have anything to do."

"Well, Mei Niang is here, and my family will be here soon. Your plan was very successful." Lin Jiaolu said softly, "It really only took the time of an incense stick. You are really... amazing."

"After all, the news of your disappearance cannot be concealed. The people sent to pick you up should have been in the area long ago. Of course, there is an element of gambling. Fortunately, I have always had good luck..." Bai Xuan's voice became lower and lower, and finally he simply closed his eyes and lowered his head: "I'll rest for a while."

"Wait, don't fall asleep yet." Lin Jiaolu hurriedly stopped him.

Bai Xuan opened his left eye and said, "I won't sleep yet. Why would I let you sleep first? You idiot Lin Xiaolu, please behave like a human being..."

Lin Jiaolu said nothing, but supported the young man's frail body, letting him lean on her as he almost lost all strength. "This way, you can rest better. Go to sleep for a while. I won't move."

Bai Xuan wondered if she should be blushing now, but when he raised his eyes he saw only the calm face of the girl, with a clear gaze, without any distracting thoughts.

...It is indeed easier to sleep with a backrest.

He was already very tired, so he closed his eyes.

Let this body rest for a while.

People who believe in miracles will heal themselves.

Summon the Darkmoon Portal.

The soul returns to its hometown.

……

After confirming that the breathing of the people around him gradually returned to normal.

The shoulders of the forest deer were pressed down, and they shook slightly.

The young man's body slid down and rested on her chest. The girl blushed and moved back.

From leaning on the shoulder to leaning on the knee.

Even with such a big movement, the person involved did not wake up at all.

Lin Jiaolu looked at the boy lying on her lap, and unconsciously reached out to comb his hair. There were bits of ash and coagulated blood in his hair.

Although he survived, the dangers he experienced during that time are impossible for outsiders to know.

In just less than seven days after being released, she encountered more crises than she had encountered in the past sixteen years combined.

...I am really a young lady from a secluded place. I don’t understand the evil of human nature and I don’t know how many people have drowned in the world.

Lin Jiaolu thought to himself with self-mockery.

She looked down at him again.

...But why do you help me so much? It's obviously not difficult for you to leave. You just need to leave me behind.

...Time and time again, I owe you so much and such a deep favor, how can I repay you?

She was taught from childhood that one must repay a favor.

The Lin family of Langya retaliated.

But I always repay those who have done me a favor with gratitude.

But to Lin Jiaolu, is Bai Xuan really that special?

Yes, very special.

She has never lacked care and love, her relatives and friends are all good people, her life is rich, and her character is kind... She should have lived like that forever, if it weren't for this sudden decision to wander around the world.

This experience shattered her past concepts and some beautiful filters. What was left in the end... If it weren't for Bai Xuan, she might have completely gone down the path of evil.

However, although Bai Xuan has the so-called conscience of the underworld, he is ultimately an exception and cannot change others.

It is said that the lotus grows out of the mud but remains unstained.

But that can only prove the purity of the lotus, but cannot prove the value of the mud.

Because of this, Lin Jiaolu suddenly realized what a rare and priceless treasure the young man lying on her lap was. He was something she had never seen in anyone else... It was as if he was not from this world.

Especially at this moment, he was quiet, as if he was in the palm of his hand.

The feeling of possession at this moment is so comfortable and satisfying.

She knew she was protected, and she knew she could protect him now.

This feeling made her a little obsessed, even addicted.

For the first time, she felt an impulse as strong as she had ever felt in her life.

She opened her mouth slightly, and a strong urge made the girl open her lips and express her desire.

"if……"

"He's mine, how wonderful it would be."

No one could have guessed that what sprouted first was not love, but...

The desire for exclusivity.

Yes, the forest deer certainly possesses many good qualities, but one of them is definitely not...humility.

(End of this chapter)