My apprentice is a little weird?

Chapter 454: Playing chess and discussing cultivation

With a gentle laugh, a middle-aged figure slowly walked out from the shadows of the hall entrance.

The visitor was wearing a green Taoist robe, with a gaunt face and eyes as bright as stars.

It was the leader of Qinglan Sect, Li Muran.

He had a calm expression and walked with ease. His sage-like aura was both incompatible and appropriate with this purgatory-like scene on earth.

The moment Su Xiaoli saw him, her soul seemed to be frozen. The forcibly tampered memory and the bloody reality before her were wildly intertwined, making her tremble violently all over.

If Ling Yu hadn't held her tightly from behind, she would have collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Yan's expression remained calm.

His eyes swept across the painfully twisted faces on the surrounding jade pillars, and finally fell back on Li Muran, and he spoke calmly.

"for what?"

The question was so light that it seemed like it was asking about a trivial matter.

Upon hearing this, Li Muran revealed a complex, almost compassionate expression.

"To seek the truth."

He walked slowly, each step seemed to measure his own path, his voice gentle but revealing an unquestionable indifference.

"Living beings have emotions that permeate the world. This is the greatest cancer in the world."

"We monks are supposed to be ruthless and pure, but we are human after all, and are inevitably trapped by it."

"Rather than being trapped by emotions, it is better to use emotions to prove the truth and control the 'root of heaven'. Only then can one achieve true freedom and ease."

He looked around, his eyes sweeping over the imprisoned disciples and elders. There was no guilt in his eyes, only appreciation for each perfect work.

"Three hundred years ago, I discovered this ancient relic here and also discovered the existence of the 'Heavenly Root'. However, I could not approach it because it simply accumulated all the negative emotions imaginable."

“But even that glimpse taught me a lot.”

"So, I founded Qinglan Sect."

"After that, I relied on my Heavenly Root to reach where I am today, reaching the pinnacle of the immortal path. I am only one step away from transcending the immortal realm and becoming a true immortal."

Li Muran's tone was so calm, as if he was telling someone else's story, but it made Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu feel like they were struck by lightning.

Founder of the sect!

He is actually the founder of Qinglan Sect!

Li Muran looked at Jiang Yan, and deep in his compassionate eyes was a determination that would last forever.

"I'm not torturing them, I'm liberating them."

"Liberate these pitiful souls, tormented by their seven emotions and six desires, from the sea of suffering. Then, using their emotions as fuel and their spirits as vessels, I will absorb the overflowing spiritual poison of this 'Heavenly Root'."

"Only in this way can I ascend to the heavenly way, attain true immortality, and perform this act of 'cleansing heaven and earth'."

He changed the subject and refocused his gaze on Jiang Yan. There was finally a hint of deep fear in his gentle sigh.

"I had originally intended to prepare for another hundred years, and when the time was right, I would offer the entire Qinglan Sect as the perfect sacrifice."

"But the sudden appearance of such a variable by Daoyou has completely disrupted my plan."

Until this moment, he still couldn't see through Jiang Yan's depth.

"but……"

Li Muran looked around at the painful sacrifices again, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"These are enough."

Before he finished speaking, Li Muran suddenly jumped up without any warning!

He didn't use any fancy magic, but simply stirred up the spirituality in the entire hall that was so rich that it was almost tangible.

An invisible giant hand suddenly took shape, carrying a tremendous force, with a terrifying pressure that distorted space, and slapped Jiang Yan on the head!

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu were horrified. Under the pressure that was enough to crush their souls, they couldn't even think of retreating.

Jiang Yan still stood there, indifferent.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

The giant hand fell.

The expected blood and blood did not happen.

Jiang Yan's figure shook violently like a reflection in the water, and the extremely violent attack went straight through his body and hit the ground behind him, but it didn't even stir up a trace of dust and disappeared into thin air.

Being and non-being complement each other, between reality and illusion.

However, at the same moment the giant hand slapped, Li Muran's real body had already turned into a stream of green light and bypassed Jiang Yan.

The one who remained there was just a fake body condensed by spirituality!

His goal from the very beginning was the throne in the deepest part of the hall, which exuded infinite pressure!

"Senior Jiang! Hurry and chase him! Don't let him get on it!"

Su Xiaoli came back to her senses from her shock and screamed with all her strength.

Jiang Yan just turned around slowly, his movements still as calm as if he was taking a walk in his own backyard, as if everything was under control.

He passed by the jade pillar that imprisoned Shen Yanqiu and Qingxuan.

He even had time to raise his hand and lightly tap the two black chains in mid-air from a distance of several feet.

Click.

Click.

Two crisp cracking sounds were heard.

The chain that was engraved with the forbidden law and was strong enough to lock the Yuanshen Dao Fruit suddenly shattered into pieces and turned into powder and scattered.

Shen Yanqiu and Qingxuan emerged from the extreme pain and fainted without even a groan.

When Jiang Yan arrived, he was still "one step too late".

At the moment he was saving people, Li Muran had already rushed to the high platform deep in the palace and stood in front of the throne.

That throne is the core manifestation of the "Heavenly Root".

Just by getting close, endless demonic thoughts and delusions began to grow from the void, madly attacking his mind.

Li Muran's face flushed, and he was obviously under tremendous pressure.

He did not sit down directly, but quickly formed an extremely strange seal with his hands, muttering something, uttering ancient and obscure syllables.

In an instant, inside the hall, the chains on all the white jade pillars simultaneously lit up with a dazzling blood light!

Lines of blood spread out from the chains, interweaving into a huge network in the air, and finally connecting with Li Muran and the throne behind him.

“Ahhhhh——!”

The shrill howls that did not sound like human voices resounded throughout the underground palace.

At this moment, the tens of thousands of imprisoned monks became the perfect "sacrifice" to divert damage.

All the backlash and delusions caused by approaching the "Heavenly Root" were forcibly transferred to their already broken souls by this bloody formation.

All the pressure is gone!

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Li Muran let out a long and refreshing roar, without any more obstacles.

He suddenly turned around and sat down on the throne formed by eternal obsession and endless desire!

Jiang Yan's figure also "lately arrived" at this time.

Just in time, I arrived a step too late and watched Li Muran sit on it...

boom!

The moment Li Muran sat on the throne, the entire underground palace trembled violently.

Endless power poured back like a galaxy, madly pouring from the throne into his limbs and bones!

Every inch of flesh and blood is singing, and every soul is trembling!

He could feel that he had completely merged with this world and the source of the taboo called "Heavenly Root".

In this, he is the only God!

strength!

Unprecedented power!

Li Muran opened his arms obsessively, raised his head and closed his eyes, immersed in the pleasure of reaching the top.

He could even clearly "see" that the souls of the tens of thousands of sacrifices chained to the jade pillars were being madly torn and crushed, bearing the backlash from the "Heavenly Root" that was enough to drive even a true immortal crazy in an instant.

And he just needs to enjoy the final fruit.

When he opened his eyes again, the compassion in his eyes was gone, replaced by a condescending look and an absolute indifference that treated everything as nothing.

He looked at Jiang Yan below as if he was looking at an ant that didn't know how to live or die, with a mocking arc on the corner of his mouth.

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu were so frightened by this pressure that they collapsed to the ground, not even having the strength to move a finger. Endless fear consumed them.

However, Yin Li did not react at all.

She paced forward, one step at a time.

Those empty eyes stared at Li Muran, or more accurately, at the throne beneath him.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Bright red blood oozed from the corners of her eyes and streaked across her pale cheeks, but she seemed unaware. She was in a daze, as if being pulled by some invisible force.

At this moment, a warm big hand came from behind and gently covered her eyes.

Yin Li's trembling body froze in an instant.

"Children, don't look at dirty things. It will dirty your eyes."

A deep voice sounded beside her ears, with unquestionable gentleness.

After Jiang Yan finished speaking, the large gilded gourd on his waist flew out by itself, turning into a golden light and steadily took Yin Li, who was still in a daze, into it.

After doing all this, he looked up at Li Muran on the podium again.

Li Muran teased him with a cat-playing-with-a-mouse look, seeming to enjoy Jiang Yan's "powerlessness" at the moment.

"Although I don't know where you came from or what you're doing here, that's not important anymore. Do you have any final words to say?"

Jiang Yan let him look at him, and after pondering for a long time, he asked something completely unrelated:

"Do you know Huayinfang?"

The smile on Li Muran's face froze for a moment.

Huayinfang?

He frowned, his mind racing, but he had no clue.

Then, a surge of anger at being fooled surged in my heart.

"Are you stalling for time?!"

Li Muran's voice became sharp, with a hint of angry madness.

"I am already a true immortal here! No matter how much you delay, it will be useless!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and pressed down!

In an instant, the sky and the earth turned upside down!

The dome of the entire underground palace shattered, revealing not the underground rock layer, but a chaotic sky intertwined with blood and black air!

The earth was shaking violently, and bottomless rifts appeared out of nowhere. Countless hideous and ferocious demons crawled out from them, roaring and crouching like tigers and dragons, with murderous aura rising to the sky.

The mountains and rivers are broken, and all things wither!

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu were so frightened by this apocalyptic scene that they collapsed on the ground, their eyes losing all their luster, and boundless despair completely enveloped them.

However, in the center of this earth-shattering chaos, there is a figure that stands firm like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea.

Jiang Yan stood leisurely in mid-air, his aura like the breeze blowing across the hills and the bright moon shining on the river. It was totally out of tune with this ghostly scene and formed a clear stream of its own.

There wasn't a trace of panic on his face.

"You! Are you not afraid!"

Li Muran narrowed his eyes. Jiang Yan's calmness made him feel extremely humiliated.

"Humph, whether you are pretending or not, you must die!"

He roared, mobilizing all his strength!

For a moment, the thunder that manifested the laws, the black flames that annihilated the Tao, the mighty force that overturned the heavens and the earth, the sound waves of the howling of thousands of ghosts... all the gorgeous and deadly attacks, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, rushed forward at once!

The terrifying power seemed to completely wipe out this space.

Jiang Yan's figure was instantly covered by the endless attacks, leaving no trace of space.

a long time.

The destructive force gradually subsided.

Li Muran was breathing slightly, with a twisted look of pleasure on his face.

But when the light faded, his smile froze on his face.

Jiang Yan was still standing there leisurely. Not only was he not injured, not even a single hair had fallen off.

The expression on Li Muran's face changed from shock to anger, and finally, a trace of uncontrollable fear emerged from the depths of his eyes.

"Why! Why are you okay!" he asked hysterically.

Jiang Yan's expression remained calm.

"Don't you think it's too easy?"

"Wha...what?"

Li Muran was stunned.

Jiang Yan didn't look at him again.

A gentle aura of Taoism emanated from his body, spreading outwards.

The mind and matter are the same as dust!

The domain expanded and stopped steadily at a radius of one hundred feet, covering Su Xiaoli and the other girl, and could no longer expand.

Within a hundred feet, on the charred and cracked earth, tender green grass sprouts broke through the soil, unknown wild flowers bloomed in the wind, and green vines began to climb again on the dead stone pillars.

A colorful life was born from nothingness, flying lightly, and finally landed on the tip of Jiang Yan's index finger.

A hundred feet away is a purgatory on earth where laws are broken and ghosts are howling.

Within a hundred feet, there is a paradise where all things are reborn, birds sing and flowers bloom.

Li Muran looked at this scene of creation and subconsciously urged his strength to attack. However, the "law" he was proud of melted silently like spring snow meeting the sun when approaching that area, and could not affect that mere hundred feet in the slightest!

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the butterfly on his fingertips, letting out a long sigh.

“Those who are on the path of cultivating immortality must have walked a difficult road.”

"When you first enter the sect, drawing the Qi into your body is like rowing against the current. The spiritual energy at your fingertips is like a fleeting thread, dispersing into mist at the slightest distraction. Practice arduously in a cold pond for three days, meditate in the scorching sun for three days, moving the Qi through the Qi meridians day after day, until you can gain a trace of spiritual power, like a trickle of water merging into the ocean."

"When advancing, one must temper their realm, refine their Qi and transform their spirit into a spirit, and it's like walking on thin ice, like standing on the edge of an abyss. Spiritual energy washes over the meridians like a knife cutting and a needle piercing. Every breakthrough is like the phoenix's nirvana, suffering the pain of burning body and soul. How many cultivators are stuck here, their cultivation stagnating like stagnant water, or their meridians being broken and their efforts failing at the last moment."

"Identifying herbs and refining elixirs requires meticulous practice. There are countless herbs and flowers, and many look alike. A single mistake can lead to a huge mistake. One must be extremely observant, discerning the time between dawn and dusk in the herb garden, and remembering the changes in the plants under sunny and cloudy weather. The bitterness, loneliness, and boredom involved are beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Jiang Yan raised his eyes, a trace of pity flashing across his eyes.

"You have never experienced any of this. Or perhaps, with the help of this 'Heavenly Root', you have long forgotten what 'cultivation' means."

"Such a powerful force was obtained so easily, and even the manipulation was superficial and crude."

He paused and told the cruelest truth.

"What's more, this power is fake."

"What's true? You're talking nonsense!"

Li Muran was furious, as if his most painful soft spot had been hit.

"You go to hell!"