Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 159 Young Master
At the same time, in the world outside the painting, an extremely powerful divine thought suddenly swept across all parts of Jiuzhou.

Neither Lian Xin of Qinglian Sect nor Bo Yue of Fuyao Sect felt it. Even the sect's head elder who was at the Hedao realm was unaware of it. This shows the terrifying origin of this divine thought.

However, the divine consciousness did not harm anyone. It was like a gaze, just lightly scanning all living beings, trying to find suspicious people among them.

Boyue and Lianxin have one thing in common, that is, they have both been to the Fusheng Secret Treasure.

Of course, Lu Ziwei from Tianshu Academy was no exception and was also scanned by the divine consciousness. However, unlike the other two, she was actually able to sense this gaze.

Perhaps because she was used to pretending to be blind, her other senses were unusually sensitive. When the divine consciousness passed through her body, her hair stood on end and she felt a sense of fear she had never felt before.

Fortunately, the current leader of Tianshu Academy was right next to him. The old man, dressed as a teacher, gently patted his beloved disciple's shoulders twice, and the ominous feeling immediately faded away.

The sect leader's name is Qiu Haoran, a rare "immortal" among the five major sects of the righteous path. He has lived for thousands of years, and his spiritual aura is even greater than that of the Fuyao Sect.

According to seniority, Abbot Daocheng and Abbot Huiming should respectfully address him as "Uncle Master" when they meet him.

With her master by her side, Lu Ziwei finally calmed down and asked softly, "That gaze just now... was it from the upper realm?"

Qiu Haoran stroked his beard and said, "With something as major as the collapse of the Heavenly Pillar, it's time for them to get busy."

"Since the Heaven Realm is conducting a massive search, does that mean they still haven't caught Xiao Buyi?"

"Haha, most likely."

Neither the master nor the disciple dared to mention the word "Heaven's Way", because once this taboo word was uttered, it would cause the Heaven's Way to respond.

It would be fine if ordinary people just prayed for blessings and warded off disasters, but if they said something disrespectful, they would probably be punished by heaven.

The difficulty in refining essence into Qi lies in "laying the foundation", the difficulty in refining Qi into spirit lies in "breaking through the barriers", the difficulty in refining spirit back to emptiness lies in "returning to the truth", the difficulty in returning to emptiness and merging with the Tao lies in "inner demons", and the difficulty in merging with the Tao and ascending to heaven lies in "heavenly tribulations".

In short, if you encounter a heavenly tribulation below the Ascension Realm, you will be in danger of death.

Lu Ziwei said: "I've thought about it for a long time. I think there is only one purpose for Futian Pavilion to do this, and that is..." She pointed upwards.

Qiu Haoran sighed, "When playing chess, the most frightening thing is running into this kind of naive youngster. If he wins, everything is fine, but if he loses, he'll flip the chessboard."

"So how should we respond?"

"To put it bluntly, the struggles in the world of cultivation are still based on the principle of big fish eating small fish, and small fish eating shrimp. The people in heaven will take care of the affairs of heaven, so we should just do our own duties."

"But I discovered that they have begun to extend their influence into the two major secular dynasties."

"This is the only way for you to achieve harmony with the Dao. Why not use Daxia and Dayan as chessboards and play a game of hands with them?" Qiu Haoran looked extremely old. "Don't panic when encountering difficulties. The sect will always have your back."

Lu Ziwei felt a little relieved after hearing this and sighed, "It's a pity that I can hardly defeat them alone. Daxia has been completely controlled by Prince Duan Su Cen without even realizing it."

Qiu Haoran said, "As the saying goes, three monks can't drink water. You are only a monk now, why don't you find a companion?"

"I do have a candidate, but it's a little difficult to recruit him."

"Where do you start talking about this?"

"He's already married, and seems... somewhat henpecked."

……

I swear to God, if Yun Yi heard this, he would definitely cry out in injustice.

When did I become henpecked?

Is it because a husband is henpecked that he lets his wife play on a swing?
This is a sign of love, don't you understand? It's rare for Song Xinci to be so weak. The status of the two has completely reversed. If he misses this opportunity, Yun Yi is not sure when he will be able to catch up with Song Xinci. At this moment, Yun Yi is busy making a swing and enjoying it.

However, in order to facilitate the trimming of wood, he actually used the Fangyuan Sword and the Qinglian Sword Intentions, which was a bit of a waste of talent.

When the young man who had climbed the mountain to enjoy the view arrived at the Divine Doctor's Residence, he saw such an unbelievable scene.

A sword that could be ranked among the top ten divine swords in the Sword-Forging Villa was just stuck in the ground, as if it were just a piece of rusty old iron.

And the sword spirit that so many disciples yearned for was moving nimbly on the wooden stake, grinding the barbs and carving patterns at the same time.

What a waste!

Where does this miracle doctor come from?!

The young man took a look at the layout of the place and found that there was indeed a formation set up around it. However, to show that he had no ill intentions, he did not deliberately avoid the formation, but walked out the door openly.

He asked through the fence, "Excuse me, is this the residence of the Divine Doctor?"

Yun Yi couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "It's actually called the Divine Doctor's Residence."

He put down his work and shouted directly, "Come in and talk."

Upon hearing this, the young man pushed open the gate and walked in. Although the cottage was simple, it was filled with the fragrance of medicine and planted with many soothing flowers and plants. It was indeed a good place to live in seclusion.

Yun Yi glanced at the young man. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at him, but once he did, his gaze stayed on the other person's face for a long time and he couldn't take it away.

These eyebrows, this expression, the more I look at them, the more familiar they look.

The most important thing was that the young man said, "I'm really sorry to bother you, the miracle doctor. I'm obsessed with painting and often travel around the world sketching. I often come to Wufeng Mountain, but I've never heard of a miracle doctor living here. So when I heard about this, I was a little itchy and couldn't help but come over to take a look."

The young man carried a bamboo basket filled with paper, ink, brush, inkstone, and many scrolls.

How could Yun Yi not recognize the other person?

This is clearly Wang Shenlai when he was young!

The young man Wang Shenlai asked doubtfully, "Does the miracle doctor seem to know me?"

Yun Yi retracted his gaze and shook his head, saying, "I just remembered an old friend. Seeing the sword energy on you, you must be a disciple of the Sword Forging Villa."

"What a good eye, doctor!" The young Wang Shen came to see Yun Yi, who was a few years older than him and was married, so he spoke with great respect.

This made Yun Yi feel a little uncomfortable. He wondered why his master was so immature at this time. Moreover, it seemed that there was not much spiritual energy in his body, which meant that he was just an ordinary Qi Refining Stage.

How much good fortune does one have to encounter to reach the realm of immortality?

At the same time, Yun Yi also vaguely guessed the key to this scroll. Wang Shenlai would definitely not do anything without a purpose. He deliberately threw himself near the Sword Casting Villa just to let himself experience some past events.

Perhaps there is information hidden in it that can help him comprehend the great truth.

The arrival of this young Wang Shenlai obviously gave him a legitimate reason to go to the Sword Casting Villa.

Thinking of this, Yun Yi couldn't help but sigh that his master was really good at creating a paradise outside the Three Realms out of thin air, and he could also use the art of painting to manipulate and depict the experiences of the people in the painting.

This method is no different from "God".

(End of this chapter)