bestfiction Chapter 340 The Young Singer's Journey 9
Chapter 340 The Young Singer's Journey 9
"With your skills, you think you can fight me? Go back and train for another ten years..."
Xiao Yu flicked his sleeve, and immense power erupted in an instant.
The white-haired immortal and the purple-robed marquis were immediately thrown back by the force, crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing uncontrollably from their mouths and noses.
Xiao Yu straightened his clothes slightly and continued slowly, "...Perhaps, back then, you could have withstood ten of my moves?" He glanced at the two people on the ground, his tone full of contempt.
"you……"
The white-haired immortal and the purple-robed marquis were burning with rage, their blood churning within them. Despite the excruciating pain, they struggled to get up and charge at Xiao Yu once more.
However, Xiao Yu merely sneered twice, and with a slight flick of his finger, an invisible force instantly pressed the two firmly to the ground.
"Splash!" "Splash!"
The two fell to the ground again.
"……Well!"
They tried desperately to break free from the force pressing down on them, and because they exerted too much force, the veins on their foreheads bulged and their eyes became bloodshot.
Unfortunately, all their efforts were in vain. The two remained pinned to the ground, unable to move an inch.
Tang Lian witnessed all of this and was deeply shocked.
Just now, he and Tiannv Rui cooperated to unleash two deadly techniques, but they did not harm the White-Haired Immortal in the slightest.
However, this person severely injured both the White-Haired Immortal and the Purple-Clad Marquis with a single move, demonstrating an astonishing level of strength.
I wonder if the three masters of Snow Moon City could subdue the White-Haired Immortal and the Purple-Clad Marquis as easily as this person.
"Wow! That's amazing!" Lei Wujie was shocked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He grabbed Xiao Se's sleeve and exclaimed excitedly, "Xiao Se, did you see that? This person is incredible! Is he also a sword immortal? But I've never heard of him before!"
Xiao Se frowned and remained silent, freeing his sleeve from Lei Wujie's grasp as his mind raced.
The White-Haired Immortal and the Purple-Clad Marquis were undoubtedly among the top experts in the Outer Heavens, their cultivation having already reached the realm of carefree immortality.
But this person only used one move to severely injure the two of them.
With such a high level of cultivation, he could never be an unknown nobody.
But why is there no record of this person in Baixiaotang?
and……
Why does this person's voice sound so familiar?
Could it be that I've seen him before?
But upon closer reflection, the person's tone of voice was completely different from anyone he knew, which made him even more confused.
Who is this person?
Thinking about what he was about to do, Xiao Se's eyes darkened.
……
Xiao Yu landed lightly in front of the White-Haired Immortal and the Purple-Clad Marquis, his gaze lingering on their slightly disheveled figures for a moment before he slowly spoke:
"The people in the Outer Heaven are mostly remnants of the Northern Que. Especially after the Eastern Expedition twelve years ago, they were even more unacceptable to the Northern Li. Instead of living peacefully, you have joined forces with other sects, large and small, outside the realm to continuously strengthen the power of the Outer Heaven."
At this point, Xiao Yu's tone gradually turned cold, his gaze fixed on the two of them as if trying to see through their hearts: "What do you want to do?"
The white-haired immortal and the purple-robed marquis paled slightly under Xiao Yu's imposing aura.
Finally, the white-haired immortal withstood the pressure and met Xiao Yu's gaze, speaking with difficulty: "We admire Ye Dingzhi's strength and are willing to follow him and acknowledge him as our new sect leader."
"Although Ye Dingzhi is now dead, his son is still alive. We have returned to the outer world so that we can successfully bring this child back."
"As Ye Dingzhi's only bloodline, his identity is undoubtedly a huge threat in the eyes of the Northern Li royal family. The Northern Li emperor will never let him go easily, so returning to Tianwaitian is his best choice."
"..."
Xiao Yu remained silent for a moment, feeling more and more that the Outer Heaven was a joke.
Initially, they clearly intended to use Ye Dingzhi's innate martial veins to help Yuefeng City break through to the ninth level of the Void Thought Technique.
To this end, they spared no effort to use all resources, not only sending him cultivation techniques and internal energy, but also bringing him the dignified concubine of Prince Jingyu, just to temper his mind.
In the end, their attempt to steal a chicken backfired, and Yuefeng City was defeated by Ye Dingzhi. Tianwaitian, which they had painstakingly built up over a decade, also fell into Ye Dingzhi's hands.
Later, Ye Dingzhi ordered the Demonic Sect to launch an eastern expedition for Yi Wenjun's sake, but it ended in failure, resulting in countless deaths and injuries in Tianwaitian, resembling a large-scale revenge scene.
Even so, after Ye Dingzhi's death, the remaining people of Tianwaitian still wanted to follow Ye Dingzhi's son.
Uh... this is really hard to judge!
"So you two are quite loyal to Ye Dingzhi," Xiao Yu said, his tone somewhat complicated.
Despite the excruciating pain in his body, the white-haired immortal ninja continued, "Now, the remnants of the Northern Kingdom have long abandoned the idea of restoring their kingdom, and are no different from other sects in the martial world."
"Twelve years! The Outer Heavens have been waiting for the young sect leader to return for a full twelve years. Doesn't that prove our sincerity?"
The Northern Kingdom was founded on military might, and the strong were respected.
From the moment Ye Dingzhi turned the tables on Yuefeng City, he had already won their heartfelt respect, so they naturally acknowledged his son.
However, the situation has become complicated and delicate since the Demonic Cult's eastern expedition twelve years ago.
To prevent other sects from transferring their anger and resentment towards the innocent Ye Anshi due to the failure of the Eastern Expedition, the White-Haired Immortal agreed to Baili Dongjun's proposal to keep Ye Anshi in Beili as a hostage.
On one hand, it was to give Bei Li an explanation; on the other hand, it was to give Bai Fa Xian and the others a buffer period to reorganize the sects outside the domain. In other words, they had been working hard for twelve years to ensure Wu Xin's future peace.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu nodded and said in a cold tone, "Although what you said is very touching, my impression of Tianwaitian is really too bad, so I still have to kill you."
Before he finished speaking, he stretched out one hand, raised it high, and his palm quickly gathered powerful true energy, as if he was ready to unleash this power at any moment.
At this critical moment, Wuxin, who had been pretending to be asleep, could no longer hold back.
He chose to pretend to be asleep because there was still an important matter on his mind that he had not yet completed, so he did not want to meet with the White-Haired Immortal and the Purple-Clad Marquis for the time being.
However, seeing that the two were about to die under Xiao Yu's palm, how could he possibly hold back?
He suddenly leaped up and landed lightly in front of the white-haired immortal and the purple-robed marquis, mobilizing all his true energy and tensing all his muscles.
Clearly, he wanted to use all his strength to block Xiao Yu's fatal blow.
Wu Xin gritted his teeth, suppressing his inner fear and unease.
He didn't know if he was strong enough to withstand Xiao Yu's attack, but no matter what, he couldn't just stand by and watch his two uncles die here.
Xiao Yu chuckled softly, and the true energy in his palm dissipated. He looked at Wuxin and asked, "Awake?"
His tone was somewhat teasing, clearly indicating that he had already figured out that Wuxin had been pretending to be asleep.
Unaware of the teasing in Xiao Yu's tone, the weight that had been hanging over her heart finally lifted.
He smiled slightly and replied in the same relaxed tone: "To meet such a sage as you, it's not in vain that I, a humble monk, pretended to be asleep."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu smiled slightly but said nothing more. Instead, he carefully examined Wuxin through the veil, as if trying to discern the differences between the two worlds of Ye Anshi from the other's eyes and demeanor.
After careful observation, Xiao Yu had to admit that although the person in front of him was also named Ye Anshi, he was completely different from the sunny, carefree, and energetic boy in his memory.
At this moment, he truly felt the enormous difference between the two worlds, and the deep-seated conflict of memories was explained.
The reason for the memory conflict is that deep down he unconsciously confuses the two worlds. He views people in the present through the lens of how he viewed people from his previous life.
This flawed way of thinking naturally leads to a strong sense of conflict between the person's words and actions and the image he has in his memory.
But Ye Anshi, who was standing in front of him at this moment, clearly told him that the two worlds were completely different.
In this world, the Ye family was not exonerated, Ye Dingzhi was not given important positions, and his resentment remained. Ultimately, he was manipulated by the Outer Heaven and became its leader. He even joined forces with the enemy to invade Beili, ultimately becoming an object of public scorn.
Growing up in such an environment, Ye Anshi was exposed to the dark side of the world from a young age, witnessing the distortion and cruelty of human nature. If he hadn't been fortunate enough to receive the guidance and protection of Master Wangyou, he might have already lost his way in the abyss of hatred and become a true demon.
"What's your name?"
After a moment of silence, Xiao Yu asked this question.
Wuxin paused for a moment, but then a smile returned to his face, a smile that carried a strong sense of wickedness: "The little monk is now called Wuxin."
Xiao Yu nodded slightly, a complex light flashing in his eyes. He wanted to turn around and leave, but after thinking of the child in his memory, he stopped and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Wuxin, I can give you a chance."
"What opportunity?"
Wu Xin raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of amusement and curiosity.
"An opportunity for you to choose whether or not to leave Beili," Xiao Yu said slowly.
"You only need to think about your own true feelings now, don't worry about anyone else, and I mean—anyone else!"
"Your kindness to this humble monk has moved me to tears; I know not how I can ever repay you."
Wu Xin's lips curled into a half-smile. He raised his eyes, his gaze penetrating through the veil of his hat and straight into Xiao Yu's eyes.
The moment their eyes met, a purple light surged in Wuxin's pupils, shimmering with a captivating and alluring brilliance.
Unintentionally, he subtly unleashed the power of inner demons through his words!
"Junior brother!" Wu Chan was shocked and furious upon seeing this. He flashed into the air and immediately took off, intending to block Wu Xin's magic.
The Inner Demon Induction technique can draw out the inner demons of others, as well as induce the inner demons of the practitioner. Therefore, it has long been regarded as a forbidden Buddhist technique and sealed in the Rakshasa Hall of Hanshan Temple.
Master Wangyou forcibly cultivated the Heart Demon Induction technique, intending to use its unique features to save all living beings in the world. However, due to his over-reliance on this technique, he was trapped by his inner demons and eventually went astray. A great master of Zen Buddhism was transformed into a demonic monk in an instant.
As a disciple of Wangyou, Wuxin also mastered all the secret techniques of the Rakshasa Hall, one of which was the Heart Demon Summoning Technique.
Wu Chan feared that Wu Xin would follow in his master's footsteps and be tormented by inner demons in the future, so he agreed to let Master Da Jue of Jiulong Temple gather eminent monks from the surrounding thirty-two Buddhist kingdoms to work together to remove the forbidden magic from Wu Xin's body.
However, no one expected so many twists and turns on the way from Hanshan Temple to Jiulong Temple. Even with Tang Lian, the eldest disciple of Xueyue City, escorting them all the way, Wuxin still woke up halfway through and came out of the Revolving Coffin, where he used the Heart Demon Summoning Technique.
"hehe!"
Xiao Yu raised his hand to stop Wu Chan, who was rushing over, and then met Wu Xin's eyes without any fear.
In that brief exchange of glances, Wuxin, who had intended to probe Xiao Yu's inner thoughts, suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. The figure and face of the person before him blurred, as if shrouded in a mist.
Then, familiar scenes slowly unfolded before his eyes.
Those fragments of memory were both vivid and distant, making it difficult for him to distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment.
Wu Xin could no longer maintain the ambiguous smile on his face, which turned into a complex expression, a mixture of confusion and fear. His heart raced, his palms sweated slightly, and he was caught in an indescribable state of turmoil.
Xiao Yu remained calm and composed, gracefully turning and taking two steps back. With his movement, his robes fluttered in the wind, tracing a beautiful arc.
Wu Chan swiftly landed in front of Wu Xin, steadily supporting him, and asked with concern, "Junior Brother, how are you?"
Wuxin's consciousness suddenly snapped out of his past memories. He shook his head with a wry smile and said to Wuchan, "Senior brother, I'm fine."
Upon hearing this, Wu Chan felt somewhat relieved. He then looked up at Xiao Yu, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion and wariness: "The Demonic Induction Technique is a forbidden Buddhist art. How exactly did you learn this technique?"
Xiao Yu shook his head with a smile, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery: "This little monk is not skilled enough; he can't even distinguish between the Heart Demon Summoning Technique and his Mind Connection Technique."
"Telepathy?"
Wu Xin was still doubtful and wanted to ask more questions, but the white-haired immortal and the purple-robed marquis could no longer hold on and coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood.
"Two uncles—"
Wu Xin's expression instantly turned serious, and he quickly walked up to the two men. Turning to Xiao Yu, he said with a hint of solemnity, "Please, sir, show mercy and do not harm my two uncles any further."
At this moment, Wuxin had completely lost his previous evil aura, replaced by solemnity and calmness, which made him somewhat similar to Ye Anshi in his previous life.
"Two uncles?"
Xiao Yu repeated Wu Xin's address, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and slowly withdrew his suppression of the White-Haired Immortal and the Purple-Clad Marquis.
The white-haired immortal and the purple-robed marquis felt the pressure on their bodies decrease sharply, and their complexions gradually regained some color.