Bu Wei

“Your master, he…” Jiang Yizheng looked at Feng Zizhang, not knowing how to comfort him. She hesitated, then patted his shoulder.

The fall of more than a hundred inner disciples was no small matter for any sect, especially for a medium-sized sect like Yunzhong. It was a severe blow. Even if Wen Heshen was the elder, the strict rules of Yunzhong made his fate unpredictable.

Feng Zizhang thought of his fellow disciples, his eyes suddenly reddened, “Although our master has a bad temper, he actually cares about us…”

But he didn’t expect that behind this care was hidden murderous intent and exploitation.

The true face of the person he respected as a master and father was so, Feng Zizhang said sadly, “I don’t understand why he did this.”

He was of average talent, weak character, and not very smart. His only advantage was probably his exceptionally good luck. But when he was the only one who survived in the Thirteen Peak, he suddenly felt that his luck might be exceptionally bad. Living was much harder than dying.

“My mother told me before she died, don’t think about anything, just keep going.” Jiang Yizheng said dryly, “There are many things that you can’t understand now, but as long as you live long enough, you will understand one day.”

Feng Zizhang wiped his face and nodded, “Your mother is right.”

“We are still alive now, which is already very good. We also have such a powerful senior leading us!” Jiang Yizheng grinned and patted his shoulder hard, causing him to stagger.

Jiang Yizheng quickly grabbed his arm, “I’m sorry, I didn’t control my strength!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I didn’t stand firm.” Feng Zizhang steadied his body with her strength, but heard a muffled “thud” in front of him.

The two of them were talking arm in arm like they were about to become sworn brothers. When they heard the sound, they turned their heads to look forward, and were immediately shocked.

“Senior!”

“Father!”

First, he swallowed two Jade Spirit Pills to forcibly gather his spirit, then used the fierce ghosts in the Suzaku knife to suppress the Dulu, then fearlessly went to someone else’s sea of consciousness to fight, and then tore his own spiritual consciousness to forcibly gather the knife…He bounced around for a day and a night without changing his face, and after leaving Yunzhong, he finally couldn’t hold on and passed out.

Fortunately, Ning Buwei still had some sense of being a father, and remembered to fall backwards, so he didn’t crush his son in his arms into a small meat pie.

Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang, one holding the child and the other supporting the person, dragged Ning Buwei to the side of the road in a flurry.

Jiang Yizheng looked at the senior who had fainted but still had an imposing aura, and suddenly realized, “No wonder the senior was willing to let us follow him.”

“Huh?” Feng Zizhang looked up at her in confusion.

Jiang Yizheng, holding Ning Xiu, with red eyes, said, “He knew he couldn’t hold on and was afraid that no one would take care of younger brother.”

“The senior actually trusts us so much.” Feng Zizhang, who was also sentimental, sniffed and said to the fainted Ning Buwei, “Senior, rest assured, we will definitely save you!”

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In the desolate ruins with the mournful wind, a guiding symbol made of crimson spiritual power floated in the air.

Chu Jun never thought that one day he would get lost in someone else’s sea of consciousness.

And that was even with part of the other’s spiritual consciousness guiding him.

This sea of consciousness was really strange. Once he entered, he couldn’t get out no matter what. Looking at the breadth of the sea of consciousness, if the other party was in his prime when he entered here, he might not be able to escape safely. But now that the other party was so weak, breaking open this sea of consciousness was as easy as turning over his hand.

But in doing so, the person might also be annihilated.

Although Chu Jun came to catch people, he didn’t want to take the other’s life. No matter what, he was also the father of the child, and he wanted to ask for the reasons.

He couldn’t remember how many times he had passed this broken wall. The moss on it was a bit yellow compared to the previous two times, but the shape was exactly the same.

He looked down at the little spiritual consciousness in his arms.

With his mother holding him, and a sweet little bun made of spiritual power to gnaw on, Ning Xiu’s little face was very rosy at this moment. Seeing Bai Bai looking down at him, he smiled at him with a half-eaten bun in his arms, “Ah~”

Delicious~

Chu Jun paused for a moment and asked, “Do you know where your father’s spiritual consciousness is?”

“Ah~ Ah~” Ning Xiu, who only understood the word “Father”, kicked his legs excitedly.

Father~ Gooey~

The surrounding spiritual power was getting thinner and thinner, and the breath was dry and hot. Without probing, Chu Jun knew that this person’s life was hanging by a thread.

Suddenly, a faint breath came from behind the broken wall.

Chu Jun held Ning Xiu and walked around the broken wall. The next moment, he raised his hand to cover Ning Xiu’s eyes.

Sensing his father’s breath, Ning Xiu was originally excited to see his father, but suddenly his vision went dark, and he immediately became unhappy. He moved around in Chu Jun’s arms, “Ah~”

I want to see Father~

It wasn’t that Chu Jun didn’t want to let him see, but his father looked too bloody at the moment.

In several confrontations, this person was always cautious and wrapped in black fog. This time in the other’s sea of consciousness, Chu Jun finally saw his true face.

The person leaning against the wall looked to be only twenty-four or five years old, with a very handsome face. However, his eyebrows and eyes were all cold, and his ferocity and madness made people hard to approach.

But he was weakly lying there, his black clothes disheveled and loose. The bloody color spread from his lower jaw to his pale neck and collarbone, soaking the snow-colored inner lining. The coldness that made people hard to approach was covered by this heavy morbidity.

He was like a sharp knife that had been bluntly broken.

Chu Jun looked down and found that this knife was quite badly broken.

New and old wounds overlapped on his spiritual consciousness. Apart from this face, there was no good place on his body. Spiritual consciousness was like flesh and blood, but it was far more important than flesh and blood. This person tore his own spiritual consciousness, just like a mortal gouging flesh and picking bones, but it hurt thousands of times more than gouging flesh and picking bones.

Even if it was absolutely necessary, very few cultivators would do such a thing.

Looking at the wounds on this person’s spiritual consciousness, many of them were very old. He didn’t know how many fights he had fought recklessly to end up in such a miserable state.

He even looked a bit pitiful.

But the arrogant and domineering evil aura absorbed between Chu Jun’s shoulder and flesh was also reminding him that this person was by no means good.

The little spiritual consciousness in his arms kicked his arm to make a fuss. He gently patted Ning Xiu’s back and said softly, “Be good, I’ll help your father…heal.”

Ning Xiu was put into a small cradle, and soon he was attracted by the pink little bell, laughing and reaching out to grab it, once again forgetting his poor father.

Chu Jun knelt on the ground, his finger resting on the other’s wrist.

Sensing the approach of a strange breath, the person leaning against the wall suddenly tensed up, like a drawn blade naturally carrying a murderous intent, subconsciously began to defend and resist, with a desperate fierceness.

Chu Jun held his shoulder and said in a deep voice, “Don’t move.”

The Dantian that he had repaired before was cracked open again, the meridians were broken in a mess, and the good spiritual consciousness was torn apart by someone in a fit of anger.

Especially the waist and abdomen, this guy probably thought it was convenient to tear here, tore off a large piece, under the black clothes transformed by the spiritual consciousness, the flesh and blood were blurred.

Chu Jun wanted to give him the piece of spiritual consciousness in his hand. As soon as his finger touched the other’s waist, the person who had fainted suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were cold and narrow, the pupils were pitch black and dark, staring straight at him, like a bottomless lonely cold pool.

Chu Jun was slightly startled.

But if one looked closely, they could see that this gaze was hollow and floating, more like the confusion when awakened from a nightmare, not really focusing on anything.

Those eyes quickly closed again.

Chu Jun looked down at the hand that was tightly gripping his wrist, slender and strong, the knuckles were slightly white because of the excessive force, the veins on the back of the hand were clearly visible.

Even when unconscious, he still wanted to kill.

And the force was not small.

Chu Jun reached out and pinched that arrogant wrist, the person who had fainted immediately winced in pain, but didn’t make a sound. His hand was forced to lose its strength, but he still stubbornly grabbed his sleeve, quite a bit of a “I’ll drag you down with me” posture.

Chu Jun: “…”

Still quite fierce.

Returning the spiritual consciousness in his hand to its original owner, he began to look at the other injuries.

Perhaps because he had “borrowed” too much of his spiritual power, this time when he used his own spiritual power to probe along the other’s meridians, there was no resistance.

Repairing the meridians and Dantian was not an easy task, and a slight mistake could have unthinkable consequences. Therefore, if a cultivator’s Dantian was shattered, the chances of repairing it back to its original state were slim, no different from being a waste.

Last time, Chu Jun only helped him repair the outer layer. If he tampered with the inside of the Dantian, even a slight flaw could lead to demonic possession in the future.

But looking at how the other party was tormenting himself to death, if he only repaired the outer layer, he might fall in a few days.

This level of worry was even worse than his son.

The great demon with a chaotic consciousness sensed someone approaching, struggled to open his eyes but couldn’t see anything clearly, could only grip the other’s life gate tightly. Who knew that he was not strong enough and actually let the other party win half a move.

The strange and familiar spiritual power flowed along the meridians of his whole body. He subconsciously felt danger, but the gentle warmth that followed made his murderous intent disappear by more than half.

Ning Buwei thought in a chaotic consciousness, someone was actually healing him.

The remaining rationality told him that there was no one in this world who would be kind enough to help him, but the comfort mixed with pain when the meridians healed was so clear.

Which fool who is not afraid of death dared to come up and save him, probably tired of living.

It should be a dream or illusion. The great demon who had fainted came to a conclusion and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The hand that had been gripping the sleeve tightly suddenly loosened its strength, fell on the snow-white sleeve, and the person who had been tense all over lost his strength and fell to the side.

Chu Jun quickly supported the person with his quick eyes and hands. Who knew that this guy fell at an angle and leaned against his shoulder with the force.

The warm breath invaded the clothes transformed by the spiritual consciousness, and the strange breath mixed with the smell of blood lingered around, cold and pressing.

Clearly, he had provoked him three times and twice in his sea of consciousness, and now he was in such a weak state that he was at the mercy of others…..Chu Jun’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and with a slight force in his palm, he pushed the person back.