Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

really……

Zhou Youyuan appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, his heart was in turmoil.

The previous probing had achieved the desired effect. The other party seemed to want to take the initiative by asking questions, but his mind was already in turmoil.

Those three questions, seemingly posed as questions, actually exposed his own shortcomings.

It's not hard to see from these three questions that the other party simply deduced the suspiciousness of the person from their own blood-taking behavior.

It's not clear yet, but why?

Has Yu Miaoxian not yet investigated the cause and effect? ​​Or does investigating the cause and effect require certain conditions or clues?

However, no matter what, it seems that my current situation isn't that bad, as long as I can get through Chen Wendao's ordeal safely...

Perhaps you could try calculating what cards you still have in your hand.

But given the current situation, is it really necessary to play these superficial games?

After a moment of contemplation, Zhou Youyuan slowly spoke, but the spiritual energy within his body silently began to circulate along its predetermined path:

"If I can't answer the first two questions, what does your master intend to do with me?"

"If you cooperate, I'll take you to see someone, explain things clearly, and we'll let bygones be bygones."

"What if they don't cooperate?"

Chen Wendao picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The meaning is already quite clear.

However, in the short time it took to say just one sentence, Zhou Youyuan had already completed the setup of his spiritual energy path, silently and without a trace.

Breath control technique!

The moment their energies clashed, the opponent's spiritual energy fluctuations were immediately apparent. They were weak, mixed, and lacked a solid foundation, making it impossible for him to be a true disciple of a major sect.

And most importantly...

He had reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, but had not yet passed through the Heavenly Palace.

Same order?

Is this all the inner sect true discipleship of the Creation Immortal Sect is?

No, that makes sense. The person Chen Wendao recommended ended up suffering the bitter consequences of his master's actions. How could he not be punished?

In other words, his cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Refining is likely not a disguise; he truly possesses the cultivation level of someone who has not yet passed the Heavenly Palace.

That makes things easier.

He might not be good at negotiating gambling deals, but he's certainly good at flipping tables...

"One last question."

Having understood everything, Zhou Youyuan smiled, his hand already reaching for the opening of the storage bag inside his sleeve:

"Is your master's surname Yu?"

Chen Wendao paused for a moment, his hand holding the teacup still for a moment.

That's enough, it matches up. All his guesses were correct. This guy really was a pawn sent by Yu Miaoxian.

"It seems so."

Zhou Youyuan pulled his hand out of his sleeve, his palm clutching a bronze chime about the length of a finger. Wisps of lingering yin energy seeped from the chime, causing the water plants along the stream to bend to either side.

Upon seeing the chime, Chen Wendao, who had been so confident, could no longer maintain his composure. His face turned pale with shock, and he exclaimed:

"The Death Chime?"

"You're insane!!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn his short sword and slashed down. The sword energy, wrapped in a chilling spiritual light, swept across the stone platform, causing the teapot and teacups on the stone platform to shatter into pieces.

He never expected the other party to have such a thing.

The Qi Refining Treasure, the Crossing the Death Chime, shatters the consciousness of all living beings without divine sense within a radius of thirty feet.

If he were still the Chen Wendao of the past, it wouldn't matter, but now he hasn't passed through the Heavenly Palace and has no divine sense. If the chime is struck, he will really die.

Faced with the incoming sword energy, Zhou Youyuan showed no intention of dodging.

With the left hand forming a mudra, the Azure Dragon coils around its roots.

Green roots surged out from under the stone platform, not heading towards Chen Wendao, but instead wrapping around his right wrist, which was gripping the bronze chime, locking it in place along with the chime in his palm.

You want to cut off my hand? Fine, I'll wrap it up for you first.

The sword energy struck his shoulder, shifting off course by most of it, but the remaining force still tore a gash in his left shoulder, and beads of blood splattered all over Chen Wendao's face.

It really hurt, but I couldn't care less at that moment.

Chen Wendao's second sword was aimed at Zhou Youyuan's wrist. Zhou Youyuan leaned back to dodge the sword's edge, and seven or eight roots sprouted from the ground beneath his feet, creating a vine net between the two of them.

"You have no consciousness! You'll die even if I hit you!"

As Chen Wendao slashed at the vines, he shouted sternly. Before coming here, he had already checked the other party's cultivation level. He was at the same level of Qi Refining, eighty percent. He was not bragging, but he had never been afraid of anyone in a fight among those of the same level.

This is also one of the important reasons why he was so confident.

But he never expected that the person in front of him was a complete madman. When negotiations break down, shouldn't one at least test the waters with a few blows first?

Who would just self-destruct with the other side?!

Zhou Youyuan met.

Faced with Chen Wendao's hysteria, he simply smiled slightly:

Do you think I care?

Upon hearing this, Chen Wendao stopped cutting the roots and drew three spirit talismans, which he then slapped onto his body, creating a protective golden light.

Then he summoned a bronze mirror, and the mirror's spiritual light shone down, burning the roots in front of him and the stone platform to ashes.

The inner sect's true heritage, whether it's a spirit talisman or a bronze mirror, any one of these items is worth more than all the possessions he found in Sun Youde's storage bag.

If they really fought, even a hundred Zhou Youyuans wouldn't be able to defeat them.

However, there's no need to continue fighting.

"Put down the chime and cooperate, and I can speak on your behalf to your master and save your life."

"You say you can save my life?"

Zhou Youyuan laughed: "Even if I truly believed you had this plan, could you convince your master? I don't believe it."

Chen Wendao activated the bronze mirror, and a beam of spiritual light converged and aimed directly at Zhou Youyuan's right hand.

Zhou Youyuan did not dodge at all.

My left fingernail struck the bronze chime.

Ding.

A chime rang out, and the sounds within a radius of thirty feet seemed to have been squeezed and extinguished.

Chen Wendao's bronze mirror exploded with spiritual light, his short sword flew out of his hand, his three talismans burned to ashes, blood gushed from his seven orifices at the same time, his knees buckled and he fell forward onto the gravel.

Zhou Youyuan also fell from grace.

Du Wangqing couldn't distinguish between friend and foe, and his sea of ​​consciousness shattered.

My last thought before I collapsed was that this thing hurt more than I imagined.

He slammed down on the pebbles by the stream, but almost simultaneously, vines sprouted from under his skin.

Dark brown bloodwood vines wrapped around his entire body, forming a cocoon. Moments later, the cocoon shattered, peeling off piece by piece.

"The Blood Transformation of Dead Wood".

When Zhou Youyuan crawled out of the shattered cocoon, he felt as if he had been dug out of a grave.

His face was ashen, and he was trembling all over. He lay on the gravel for a while to recover before he could sit up, supporting himself on the rocks.

First, pick up the bronze chime that fell on the ground and keep it safe. Losing this thing is worse than dying.

Then he moved over and touched Chen Wendao's neck.

There was no pulse.

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a wisp of green light seeped out from between the other person's eyebrows when my finger touched the back of their neck. It carried a wisp of gray-black remnant soul through the tree canopy and disappeared into the night sky.

Zhou Youyuan reached out to grab it.

They didn't catch it.

He squatted down next to the corpse and stared at Chen Wendao's empty eye sockets for a while.

Well, all our efforts have been in vain. Although we don't know what it is, it's probably a life-saving method that Jade Fairy gave to her disciples.

His body died, but his soul went away, returning to the Creation Immortal Sect and to Jade Fairy. He will tell Jade Fairy everything.

Zhou Youyuan untied the storage bag on Chen Wendao's body and rummaged through it. He found a short sword, a bronze mirror, several talismans, and about ten spirit stones.

"That's it? Is this all the inner disciples of the Creation Immortal Sect have to offer?"

At the very bottom was a communication jade slip.

He held it in his hand and weighed it in his hand, but didn't open it; he decided to keep it for now.

He made a hand seal to activate the Rooting Technique, and the roots dragged the corpse and bloodstains into the soil. The roots then retracted, and the ground closed up around them.

Zhou Youyuan squatted down by the stream and washed his face; the icy water made him shiver.

He was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt a little scared. What if Chen Wendao had a magic treasure to protect his divine sense?

What if the Du Wang Qing (a magical artifact) hadn't been able to shatter his sea of ​​consciousness?

What if that soul lamp fragment wasn't for protecting the soul but for counterattacking?

If any of those scenarios came true, he would be a cold, lifeless corpse in this stream right now.

Before he transmigrated, he was just an ordinary financial analyst. Even if his bosses lost a lot of money, they wouldn't risk taking his head with a flying sword.

After transmigrating, although he made ample mental preparations, he mostly hid behind others, using scheming and plotting to devise ideas.

Aside from the sneak attack in the star-falling crater, this was his first serious battle, and his opponent was someone he couldn't possibly defeat.

Now that he has used up his substitute death, Chen Wendao's soul has also left, and more importantly, he has been exposed.

It's completely exposed.

But none of that matters. Right now, he has something even more important to figure out immediately!