The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Ji Qixue rubbed the corners of her eyes and said, "Having you as a master and having Wen Youqing as a disciple is a perfect match. Your stubbornness is inherited from the same lineage."

"There's nothing wrong with being a little stubborn."

Jing Yan shook his head and replied:

"Let's do it again."

"I really can't help you, but remember to tell me when you feel your soul can't bear it anymore, otherwise the consequences will be very serious."

Ji Qixue couldn't do anything about Jing Yan, so she hugged her chest and sighed.

"Ah."

.......

.......

Death brought about by the world's will is inevitable.

No matter how hard you try, you can't escape.

No matter how hard you try, you can't hide.

The oppressive feeling it brought was suffocating. Even if one managed to escape from the assassin's attack, one would still encounter bandits on the way out.

The ending is still the same.

Even if they got rid of the bandits, there would always be some demon cultivators passing by who would slaughter the villagers and kill Jingyan as well.

Even if all these are avoided, various accidents will still occur, and the worst case scenario is that a meteorite will fall and kill Jingyan.

With every death, the soul's sense of deprivation becomes a little stronger, like drowning in a pool. At first, the water is just shallow, and then slowly becomes deeper and deeper, as if falling into the bottom of the sea.

In the starry mist, the will of the world is omnipotent. In its eyes, the scriptures are like chess pieces that have escaped from the right track and need to be cleaned up in time.

Otherwise it will grow wildly and make this history messy.

"call--"

The Sutra says open your eyes.

Another death.

He had already gotten used to this feeling and was no longer as surprised as before.

He just looked at Ji Qixue with red eyes.

At this moment, Ji Qixue looked at him with some concern, her eyes full of worry. She was worried that Jing Yan's soul would collapse.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Again."

Two hundred and ninety-three. I want to try

The sutra was repeated many times.

Maybe a dozen times, maybe hundreds of times, in short, he is very tired now.

All kinds of bizarre disasters will appear around him. After all, in the original history, Jingyan was already a "dead man". In order to eliminate this variable, the world will constantly target Jingyan, and the result is without exception, death.

The tingling pain brought by his soul made him a little dizzy. Even the body of a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm could not withstand such high-pressure torture. Jing Yan died again in an "accident".

He lay in the starry mist hall, gasping for breath. The feeling of his soul being on the verge of breaking came over him like waves, making it impossible to move.

But this pain was not the most tormenting thing for Jingyan.

What tormented him most was Wen Youqing's fate after each death.

with no exceptions.

No matter what changes he makes, the will of the world will always put history back on track, and Wen Youqing's ending will be destruction without exception.

And Jingyan could only witness it again and again.

"Take a break."

Ji Qixue's voice appeared in Jingyan's ears. At this moment, even her voice seemed a little cracked and distorted.

Jing Yan propped himself up and looked at Ji Qixue.

But she didn't show any abnormality. Her expression was still the same, still so calm. She looked into Jingyan's eyes and showed some doubt.

"what happened?"

"fine."

It's strange, why do I feel like she is trying her best to endure something?

Jing Yan blinked, not finding any clues, and looked at Ji Qixue with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Every time I die, I will suffer such a strong sense of brokenness and pain, but Ji Qixue clearly went in with me, will she really be safe and sound?

And he didn't know since when he had died, Jingyan's feelings about death became increasingly indifferent. At first he thought he was just familiar with the feeling of death and thus felt numb, but was it really like this?

Jingyan shook his head, unable to figure it out.

"You are also very lucky."

Ji Qixue glanced at the scripture, crossed her legs, propped up her chin and said, "Even if it's a Void Refining cultivator, the soul can't withstand such torture."

“I feel like I can hold on.”

Jing Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Indeed, my life is a little tougher, so I think I can try again."

"Idiot, do you think you can handle this?" Seeing Jing Yan's stubbornness, Ji Qixue couldn't help but said fiercely, "Do you know what it means to have a shattered soul? At that time, no medicine can cure it. No one can save your life!"

"Don't be so fierce."

Jing Yan looked into Ji Qixue's eyes and asked, "Are you concerned about me?"

"Who cares about you..." Ji Qixue muttered, "I just don't want you to die in front of me. It's unlucky. When this matter is over, you can go wherever you want and do whatever you want to die, as long as you don't die in front of me."

Ji Qixue paused and said softly: "I said I would save you, so I can't let you die in front of me. Your soul has reached its limit."

"Weren't you optimistic about me before?"

Jing Yan shook his head, looking at Ji Qixue who was trying to defend herself, and even felt that she was a little...

cute?

"I am optimistic about you because you have gone against the flow of the long river of time. So I have some unrealistic fantasies about you. But even though you have done it once, you may not be able to do it a second time. The difficulty of this matter is beyond your imagination. Even in my prime, I could not reach the surface of the long river of time."

"Not to mention modifying the content."

She paused, then added, "Oh, by the way, in my prime I could probably fight a hundred... a thousand... never mind, anyway, even if I fought ten thousand of them you wouldn't be able to beat me, understand?"

"You are willing to give up your body that could beat ten thousand of me and become a mortal?"

Jing Yan said in surprise: "Are you so depressed?"

"Why would you mind my business?"

Ji Qixue shook her head: "In short, as an elder who is older than you, I have the right to terminate your request to step into the Star Mist this time. You have to listen to me!"

"Do not."

Jingyan shook his head and smiled.

"Give me one more chance, the last time."

"You have tried so many times, and you are still stubborn. Do you really think you can resist the will of the world with the body in history? Unless you cultivate to the middle stage of Mahayana, you will not be able to resist the will of the world at all."

Ji Qixue retorted: "Think about your cultivation level. You are just a mortal who can't even practice. Listen to me, don't have such unrealistic fantasies. Just go to bed. At worst, you can think of other ways."

"What if I can practice?"

Jing Yan was silent for a long time, then slowly asked Ji Qixue.

"What, you can practice? Don't be ridiculous. I have examined that body. It is impossible to practice ordinary skills. Unless you invent some unorthodox skills..."

As he was speaking, Ji Qixue suddenly paused.

Looking at Jing Yan, he blinked his eyes and suddenly asked seriously: "You are not kidding me, are you?"

Jing Yan shook his head and said, "I have been trying to comprehend the spiritual energy of Nanposo Continent. Although I cannot absorb it, every time I die, I always see traces of spiritual energy floating in front of my eyes. So the reason why I keep entering the star mist is not only to try to avoid death, but also for more important reasons."

Jing Yan said slowly: "Find a way to allow my body to practice."

Ji Qixue: “….”

She paused.

Suddenly sighed.

"Pervert, you are really perverted. You can comprehend the skills while dying. You are worthy of being Wen Youqing's master. You are the perverted master of the little pervert."

".......Thank you for the compliment?"

"What kind of compliment is that? Even if you can practice, so what?"

Ji Qixue looked at Jing Yan, wanting to expose his unrealistic fantasy: "Although I was praising you before, I can actually do it. It's just that it took me only ten years to cultivate from a mortal with no cultivation to the middle stage of Mahayana. Any normal person would not think this cultivation speed is real."

"Even I spent a full eighty years from the beginning of my cultivation to the late stage of Mahayana. How about you? Just over ten years?"

"No, not ten years."

Jingyan shook his head.

"Didn't you say that in that timeline, you can go to any time at will?"

"This time, I want to go back to the time before Wen Youqing was born, back to the time when 'I' was just born."

"That is to say, I have cultivated to the late Mahayana stage for more than 40 years."

Jingyan smiled.

"I want to try."

294. Definitely successful

Papal Calendar.

Nine years before Shengyuan.

In a mountain village, a boy was born.

His father died of flowing rocks some years ago, and his mother died of complications during childbirth on the day the boy was born. The villagers decided to raise the boy together because the boy's parents had always been kind and had done good deeds.

Because most people in that small village had the surname "Jing" at that time, the villagers asked the village old man. The old man saw that the child had not cried since birth, and out of worry, he gave the child a conflicting name.

Word.

So the boy's name was decided, his surname was Jing and his name was Yan, which was Jingyan.

But this boy was not like an ordinary baby. From the moment he was born, it could be seen that he was handsome and had good features. The villagers loved this boy very much. Although he was not their own child, they treated him very well.

Since the day he was born, there has been spiritual energy lingering around Jingyan, but he has been unable to absorb it for a long time. After seeing this, the monks in the village shook their heads regretfully.

"Although this child has a good talent, his meridians were damaged when he gave birth, so he is destined to have difficulty practicing in his lifetime."

The villagers also felt regretful, but no one took it to heart.

After all, for many people, cultivation is something that is out of reach in their lives. Being able to practice is certainly a good thing, but not being able to practice is also okay. Studying and farming are both ways out.

But no one noticed the depth in the eyes of the boy who could only babbled.

His time is short.

Only forty years.

Forty years may be considered half a lifetime for ordinary people, but for immortal cultivators, it is just a dream.

An ordinary cultivator may not even be able to make a breakthrough in cultivation after forty years, and his entire life will be spent at the stage of body refining and foundation building, stopping there.

However, the sutras have only one goal, and that is Mahayana.

And it is the late Mahayana period.

As a result, the boy who was loved by the villagers became a little strange. He often stayed in the wild alone and sat there for the whole day.