Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 93 This door should be opened to goodness.
Amidst the clouds and mountains, crowds thronged, including wandering knights and dazed disciples of the Cloud-Stepping Sect. The commotion startled birds roosting in the forest.

The members of the faction are still reeling from the unexpected turn of events, and they are even neglecting proper etiquette when entertaining guests.

The two newly promoted inner disciples were even more tormented.

The two of them had only become inner disciples half a month ago, and before they even had time to celebrate, such a huge change had occurred at Ta Yunxia.

He thought he had reached the pinnacle of his life, but unexpectedly, that pinnacle came to an abrupt end.

The wandering swordsmen who came to offer their condolences would try to comfort them, but this would only make them weep even more.

As they were crying, they suddenly heard a gasp from the crowd. The two inner disciples looked up and saw an old Taoist priest walking out from the backyard.

"Head!"

Upon seeing the old Taoist priest, the two inner disciples were overjoyed and wept, their cries becoming even more intense.

Like children seeing their loved ones again, the two inner disciples rushed forward to help the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist simply waved his hand and walked straight through them.

He walked alone between the two men, heading towards the high platform.

His former graceful and ethereal appearance was completely gone; he was now nothing more than a emaciated old man.

The two inner disciples looked at their sect leader's weathered and pale face, and tears streamed down their faces.

"Sect Leader, please don't be reckless!"

The old Taoist priest completely ignored them and stiffly walked onto the stage where he had performed the day before.

At some point, Tai Nanzi had already stood beside him with her head bowed, though her expression was slightly stiff and unchanged.

The previously noisy audience fell silent instantly. Everyone, from the Taoist priest who was riding the clouds to the other guests from the martial arts world, looked up at the weathered Taoist priest.

Bai Haochang was also staring intently at the old Taoist priest.

His face was pale, his breathing was unsteady, and his heels felt unsteady.

He was clearly a candle flickering in the wind, and wouldn't live much longer.

Perhaps that's why Bai Haochang always felt something strange about the old Taoist priest when he looked at him.

There was an indescribable sense of unease throughout my body.

Bai Haochang couldn't quite understand, but the atmosphere around him was already tense. The outer disciples of Ta Yunxia all had red eyes and were sobbing softly. Even some of the heroes who had once been on good terms with Ta Yunxia were sighing with regret.

In this atmosphere, Bai Haochang finally swallowed his question.

The sect leader on the high platform looked around at the audience below. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he sat down on the futon in the center.

No one noticed that Tai Nanzi, hidden beneath the shadow of the sect leader, seemed a little nervous.

Although he had just rehearsed his lines with Lin Jiang, he realized that he might not be very good at public speaking when he actually did it.

Adjust your emotions, and read the words in a slightly stiff voice:
"I'm sure you've all heard that the evil creature attacked at night, and the inner disciples washed their swords in blood. However, our sect's reputation is still higher than the moon in a cold pool, and we have not harmed anyone's righteousness."

"Moreover, the Cloud-Stepping Sect has not withered away. From this day forward, the Cloud-Stepping Sect will no longer distinguish between inner and outer sects. Anyone who cultivates in these mountains and whose heart is set on goodness will be a disciple of the Cloud-Stepping Sect!"

Although her voice was still a bit harsh, Tai Nanzi had gradually found her rhythm and her emotions were flowing smoothly.

Those outside the stage who heard these words were all moved to tears, repeatedly calling out "Sect Leader!"

Even if they didn't want the inner sect status, they hoped the sect leader could survive.

The two inner disciples also shed tears.

I thought I had finally made it through, but I never expected that the sect leader would replace both the inner and outer sects with just one sentence.

But the two of them couldn't say anything yet, firstly because there were too many people around, and secondly because the sect leader's arrangement didn't seem to have any major problems.

Then there are only the two of them left in the inner sect, what can they do?
The sect leader waved his hand, signaling the people around him to stop crying.

"Now I am also seriously injured, and I am only keeping my life on by a breath of true energy. The matter of riding the clouds and clouds must be handed over to you."

"Chixiao and Chiyun are too young to bear heavy responsibilities. Although they are inner disciples, they cannot fully grasp the affairs of the entire sect. Tai Nanzi is currently the oldest in the sect, and you should listen to his instructions more often."

Tai Nanzi lowered her eyes and recited her prepared lines, but the words slowly got stuck in her throat.

At this point, the performance should be considered complete. Next, the sect leader will vanish into thin air, and the performer will weep beside him, thus concluding the farewell.

But he felt he should say something more.

He talked about his master's ambitions when he was young, and explained why he was called "Ta Yunxia" (踏云霞).

But the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

All that remained was a sigh in my heart.

Just as she was about to finish the last line of the script, Tai Nanzi suddenly felt her neck covered with snowflakes from the green cypress trees, and a gust of wind blew from behind her.

That direction... leads to the old cypress tree in the backyard, the graves of Master and Junior Sister.

The gentle and familiar voice of an old friend resonated in my ears, transcending twenty years:

"Tai Nanzi, repeat after me:"

"I'll recite as you wish..."

Under the lantern's illusory shadow, Tai Nanzi muttered in a voice only she could hear.

"Treading through layers of clouds and towering mountains."

"My lifelong ambition is to sweep away the dust of the world."

As Tai Nanzi listened to the voice beside her, she read out each word one by one, but her gaze was already fixed on the distant horizon.

As if in the golden light of dawn, a middle-aged Taoist priest led a female Taoist priest slowly forward, with the sea of ​​clouds weaving a magnificent rosy robe behind them. The two seemed to sense the gaze behind them and turned their heads to look back.

They looked at Tai Nanzi, reached out their hands, and waved goodbye.

On the stage, the original sect leader vanished into thin air, his body and soul disappearing like wisps of smoke.

Only Tai Nanzi remained on the stage, her tears falling silently.

……

A butterfly then floated down from the sky and landed back on Lin Jiang's finger.

With a twist of his fingertips, it transformed back into that small lantern.

Lin Jiang gently stroked the lantern: "Thank you so much for these past few days."

“My lord, you are right. Just spend more time with me and I will repay you for the lost valuables.”

Lin Jiang agreed, and then continued to look up at Tai Nanzi on the stage.

If it were an illusion, Lin Jiang himself would have been the best choice, since he was skilled in persuasion and his words would be more convincing.

In fact, the first half of Tai Nanzi's story is indeed stiff.

but……

A thousand talismans are not as valuable as a single tear of sincerity.

The disciples of Ta Yunxia were already in tears. To outsiders, Ta Yunxia might seem like it had just died, but Lin Jiang could see it emerging from its cocoon like a butterfly, and that this sect would surely rise to new heights in the martial world in the future.

It wasn't a good time to disturb them, so Lin Jiang walked down the mountain alone.

A group of people came down the mountain with him, and judging from their clothes, they all belonged to the same sect.

They were discussing quietly, and Lin Jiang could hear everything clearly by twitching his ears.

"Sect Leader, shouldn't we send someone up?"

"No, this calamity may not be a bad thing for Ta Yunxia. In the current situation, we can't get involved anyway."

Lin Jiang glanced at the sect leader a few more times, made a mental note of him, and then went down the mountain without paying any more attention to him.

Bai Haochang, who was still lamenting that he definitely couldn't swallow Ta Yunxia, ​​suddenly blinked.

For some reason, he felt like he had survived a disaster.

Weird.

Lin Jiang walked down the mountain road and soon arrived at the inn where Manager Liu and his group were staying.

As soon as he entered, the little ginseng jumped onto Lin Jiang's face.

"Lin Jiang! I heard that a huge spider monster appeared on Ta Yunxia. Did you encounter it?"

"We ran into each other," Lin Jiang said, letting the ginseng drip off his face and placing it on her shoulder.
"I killed him!"

"Damn it! I didn't see it! Damn it!"

Little Ginseng angrily clenched his fist.

Manager Liu, who was standing to the side, came over and couldn't help but sigh as well:
"Young Master, if you need to do something next time, at least tell me in advance so I don't worry. If something happens to you, I won't be able to explain it to the Master."

"I'm sorry to have troubled Uncle Liu."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lin Jiang returned to his room, took out his tiger-skin robe, and shook it a couple of times.

The tiger's head opened its mouth, and a phantom image emerged from it.

The square-boned ghost fell out, its face still somewhat dazed.

(End of this chapter)