One person: Lu Jin, do I look like your master?

Inside, deathly silence returned.

The oil lamp flame was still flickering, casting Ma Xianhong's dazed figure onto the wall, making it appear long and distorted.

Wang Xuan's words echoed repeatedly in his empty mind like the tolling of a final judgment bell—"A lowly destiny," "Great ambitions," "Destined to fail," "The bottom line for ordinary people," "Don't trust Qu Tong"...

Each word was like a heavy hammer, striking the pillar of his unwavering belief.

He felt as if he were in the center of a giant vortex, the solid ground beneath his feet crumbling inch by inch. Ideals, his sister, Biyou Village, the cultivation furnace… which of these things were real?

Which are the carefully crafted illusions?

Ma Xianhong clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, bringing a sharp pain. But this pain was nothing compared to the chaos and pain in his heart at that moment.

Wang Xuan left, leaving behind a crumbling Biyou Village and a "Tongtian Sect Leader" whose beliefs were almost completely shattered.

Chapter 87 Erzhuang's Plea for Help

Wang Xuan pushed open the door, leaving Ma Xianhong and his heavy, almost tangible confusion and pain behind.

The air outside carried the unique freshness of the mountains and fields, a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere inside, which was a mixture of metal and a sense of unease.

He stood under the eaves, not leaving immediately, but instead tilting his head slightly upwards to look at the sky.

As dusk settled, the last brilliant rays of sunset were being swallowed by the deep blue-gray, and a few early-appearing stars began to twinkle on the distant sky, their light flickering.

This sky overlooks Biyou Village below, and also the entire complex world of supernatural beings. It seems to encompass everything, yet it coldly observes all the rise and fall and the struggles.

Wang Xuan's gaze was profound, as if it could pierce through the layers of twilight and see the more distant threads of cause and effect.

He said nothing, just stared quietly for a moment, then let out a soft sigh, as if trying to completely expel the slight awkwardness he had just experienced from his conversation with Ma Xianhong.

Without lingering, he strode off calmly toward leaving Biyou Village.

The village paths meandered, and occasionally villagers or dolls would brush past him, casting curious or awe-inspiring glances, which he ignored.

His mind was no longer on this village that was about to be hit by a storm.

As he walked, he habitually took out his phone from his pocket, intending to check flight information and book a ticket back to his hometown in Northeast China.

There, he found familiar mountains and forests, tranquility, which might allow him to temporarily escape the troubles and find an opportunity to break through his limitations.

However, just as his finger touched the screen and unlocked the phone—

Wang Xuan's vast and pure innate Qi had long been integrated with his spiritual senses, making him extremely sensitive to any subtle changes in the surrounding energy.

Almost at the same time, he clearly sensed an extremely faint "soul" fluctuation, yet it carried a unique life frequency and electronic signal characteristics.

Like a slippery fish, it silently penetrated the barriers of reality, following the invisible network signals, attempting to sneak into the electronic device in his hand!

This fluctuation of soul energy was not malicious; it was more like a cautious attempt to probe and make contact, but the manner in which it occurred was undoubtedly offensive.

Wang Xuan stopped abruptly, standing on a quiet path at the edge of the village. There was no one around, only the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze.

His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

In the blink of an eye, an invisible and intangible yet vast and boundless aura of Qi, like the most intricate cage, instantly enveloped and sealed off the phone in his hand and the soul fluctuation that was trying to infiltrate it!

The soul fluctuation surged left and right, but it seemed to crash into an invisible, incredibly tough wall, unable to escape the small "cage" of the phone.

"What do you want to do?"

Wang Xuan spoke, his voice calm, as if questioning the air, or as if directly interrogating the trapped soul.

His gaze fell on the phone screen, as if he could penetrate the cold glass and integrated circuits to see directly into the "uninvited guest" inside.

And his phone screen, just as he sensed, was like it had been infected with the most powerful virus, jumping wildly and completely out of control!

The interface switched rapidly, eventually settling on the WeChat application, where a search and add friend interface automatically popped up.

An account named "Erzhuang" was quickly found and a friend request was "automatically" sent, which was then "automatically" accepted!

The entire process was lightning fast, brimming with a kind of inhuman, digital-life-like efficiency.

The moment the friend was successfully added, a chat window popped up, and the other person began sending messages rapidly, their words conveying an almost desperate urgency and a desperate hope, like grasping at a straw:

"God! Save me! Please save me!" (followed by a series of crying, kneeling, and pitiful emojis)

Wang Xuan stared at the scrolling text and emojis on the screen, his brow twitching almost imperceptibly. He recognized the source of the soul fluctuation and recalled the relevant information.

"You must be Gao Yushan from Northeast China."

Wang Xuan's tone remained calm, not a question, but a statement. He remembered this special girl—Gao Lian's youngest daughter, Gao Yushan, nicknamed "Erzhuang," the head of the Northeast region.

He was ambushed many years ago, suffering devastating injuries that left him severely disabled, barely able to survive with the aid of life support devices.

Her soul, through a wondrous fusion and mutation caused by her innate abilities and a certain skill she learned later, was able to detach from that broken body.

In spirit form, it roams freely in the ocean of network data, becoming an indispensable information warfare ace for the company.

The person on the other end of the phone, "Erzhuang," clearly hadn't expected Wang Xuan to recognize her real identity and name so quickly. There was a moment's pause before she replied:

"Master! You...you know me?!" (accompanied by a shocked, splitting-face emoji)

Immediately afterwards, perhaps to alleviate the shock or out of habit, she started scrolling through a series of cartoon emojis that were meaningless but full of emotion.

Wang Xuan looked at the little figures and animals jumping around on the screen, shook his head helplessly, and spoke into the phone as if the other end could hear him:

"You... don't seem like someone who needs something from others."

He was referring to the other party's behavior of disregarding others' wishes, forcibly infiltrating the device, and spamming emojis.

"Hehe~" (A silly grinning emoji)

News of Erzhuang followed.

"Master, I'm so sorry! There's no other way... Since you know me, you should also know my current situation."

Her writing carried a subtle hint of bitterness and self-deprecation.

"Right now, I'm... unable to go anywhere, yet... able to go anywhere."

This statement, though full of contradictions, accurately summarizes her current situation.

"Can't go anywhere" refers to her broken body, confined to a hospital bed and dependent on machines for survival; "Can go anywhere" refers to her almost omnipotent soul, which can roam freely in the online world.

This is the ultimate freedom, and also the ultimate imprisonment.

The girl risked everything to approach him directly in this way, and her purpose was self-evident—for that body that "couldn't go anywhere."

"this matter……"

Wang Xuan pondered, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the edge of his phone.

However, looking at the deep longing revealed between the lines on the screen, though it was disguised with emojis, I was struck by the fact that...

Then he thought that since he had already saved Chen Duo, it didn't seem like he would make a difference if he did save one more.

Wang Xuan looked into his phone, as if making a promise, and said, "I agree."

Before Erzhuang could erupt in what might have been a frenzy of joy (perhaps flooding the screen with fireworks and celebratory emojis), Wang Xuan continued, his tone regaining its usual calm and methodical quality:

"I'm going back to my hometown in Northeast China next. You should discuss this with your father, Gao Lian, and let me know once you've made a decision."

His words were both an arrangement and a sign of respect. After all, Erzhuang's identity was special; she was Gao Lian's daughter and a company employee.

Such a significant treatment must be approved and coordinated by the guardian and the organization to which the patient belongs; it cannot be decided on a whim, as was the case with Liao Zhong.

After saying that, Wang Xuan said no more. With a slight movement of his fingers, the Qi that had been imprisoning the two men's souls quietly dissipated.

Chapter 88 Qimen after the wind

Wang Xuan didn't dwell on Er Zhuang's hopeful plea for help for long.

For him, this was not a major event that required too much effort; since he had agreed, he would take action when the time came.

At this moment, his mind was preoccupied with the difficulties he was facing in his spiritual practice.

Leaving Biyou Village, we embarked on a winding mountain road, surrounded by the tranquil night and the rustling of the forest.

Wang Xuan's steps were steady, but his mind was somewhat unsettled, and he fell into a rare state of confusion.

The higher one climbs on the path of reversing the cycle of rebirth, the more one feels its unfathomable depths and the uncertainty of what lies ahead, like an invisible chasm blocking one's way.

Each attempt to break through felt like it was only a hair's breadth away from that mysterious "nothingness," yet that hair's breadth seemed to separate us from the entire universe.

'The path laid out before us seems to have come to an end…'

Wang Xuan looked inward at his own innate Qi, which had reached a state of perfection, surging and powerful yet seemingly without any source of strength, and pondered to himself.

The Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique is an ancient tradition, and those who have cultivated it to his current level are probably extremely rare throughout history.

Every step forward, however small, is a groundbreaking achievement, unprecedented in history, with no precedents to follow and no experience to draw upon; it all depends on our own exploration.

Even with his temperament, this feeling of uncertainty about the future couldn't help but give rise to a subtle sense of restlessness and emptiness.

As he pondered the way forward, he walked down the mountain path in a daze, not even trying to discern the direction, but relying entirely on instinct.

"Hey! Mr. Wang, where are you headed?"

A slightly languid and familiar voice suddenly came from the side front, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking Wang Xuan's thoughts.

Wang Xuan paused, pulling himself out of his chaotic thoughts, and looked up.

In the shade of an old pine tree by the mountain road, Wang Ye was leaning against the trunk, his hands tucked into the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe, sporting his usual dark circles under his eyes.

She was looking at him with that perpetually sleepy smile on her face.

Wang Xuan couldn't help but feel that it was somewhat of a coincidence, or even...deliberate?

How come I rarely run into them when I'm wandering around the village? But just as I was about to leave, they all suddenly appeared as if they had made a pact?

First, Erzhuang tried to "block" them online, and now Wang Ye is blocking their way in person.

His gaze fell on Wang Ye, looking at this young Taoist who had inherited one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, "Feng Hou Qi Men." A somewhat "wicked" thought suddenly flashed through his mind like lightning in the darkness.

He thought of Zhou Sheng.

I'm feeling down right now, like I'm lost and frustrated with the future...

A barely perceptible, faint smile curved at the corners of Wang Xuan's lips, a smile tinged with a mischievous and venting tone.

'Since that's the case, I don't intend to make others too happy. Want to be remembered in history? Dream on! Want to be included in the annals? Maybe in your next life!'

In an instant, countless clues, hidden dangers, and even the deeper causes and effects that might be involved in the Feng Hou Qi Men method flooded Wang Xuan's mind like a tide.

He decided to give Wang Ye, a seemingly carefree Taoist priest who actually carried a heavy legacy, some "trouble," or rather, to do something about it.

He dispelled some of the fog that he might not yet realize or was unwilling to think about.

Having made up his mind, Wang Xuan's expression returned to its usual calm. He met Wang Ye's gaze, and without any pleasantries, went straight to the point, like dropping a bombshell:

"Wang Ye, you cultivate the Feng Hou Qi Men, right?"

The question was unremarkable, but when asked by Wang Xuan at this moment and in this place, it carried an undeniable certainty and penetrating power.

Wang Ye's smile froze for a fraction of a second, though he quickly regained his nonchalant demeanor, chuckling dryly twice, trying to brush it off with a joke:

"Mr. Wang, aren't you asking a question you already know the answer to? After the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, this matter isn't exactly a secret in the industry, is it?"

He tried to downplay it, but Wang Xuan's next words made him lose his composure.

Wang Xuan ignored his interruption and instead, in a tone as if reciting an ancient hymn, slowly recited the core mantra that could be considered the general outline of Feng Hou Qi Men, yet also contained its deepest mysteries and risks:

"He was born to govern the universe, encompassing all its changes, and thus became king?"

These fourteen words were like fourteen thunderbolts, striking Wang Ye's heart one after another!

Wang Ye's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and the carefree and lazy demeanor he had been feigning vanished without a trace!

He was frozen in place as if by an invisible force, his body tense slightly, his face filled with extreme shock and disbelief!

He abruptly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixed on Wang Xuan, his voice hoarse and trembling slightly with shock:

"Mr. Wang...you...how could you know that sentence?! That's impossible!"

Wang Xuan took in Wang Ye's reaction, and the frustration he felt due to the uncertainty about the future seemed to dissipate somewhat.

A mysterious smile appeared on his face. Instead of directly answering Wang Ye's question, he casually posed a more probing question:

"It's nothing, just chatting. Master Wang, when you were practicing this Feng Hou Qi Men... didn't you ever have any doubts?"

Wang Ye's brows furrowed tightly, almost forming a knot.

He couldn't keep up with Wang Xuan's leaps of thought at all, and couldn't understand why the other party knew so much about Feng Hou Qi Men, and even said such words that seemed to have a penetrating understanding of its essence.