Dongxuan Spiritual Realm

Chapter 110 Twins

Yang Qisheng had no idea how his junior uncle had suddenly become like this.

One moment he was a naive and innocent boy next door, and the next he became a cool guy with an imposing aura.
This is downright schizophrenia!
He sheathed his sword and cautiously asked the other party, "Uncle-Master, what happened between you and what happened earlier..."

"Enough nonsense! I'm asking you, what exactly are you here for? Tell me the truth now, otherwise, I wouldn't mind giving Sixth Senior Brother a good lesson in teaching his disciple while he's in seclusion!"

After much hesitation, Yang Qisheng finally told the truth about the purpose of his trip.

"The Yin Ghost Path! Hmph! If that's the case, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Uncle-Master Hongjian, I'm worried..."

"I am not your Uncle Hongjian!"

"You're not my Uncle-Master Hongjian?" A phrase suddenly popped into Yang Qisheng's mind—"soul possession"—"You really aren't? Then... who are you?"

"Didn't you just say that I'm your junior uncle? How could you forget now?"

“Uncle Hongjian is just…” Yang Qisheng stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, swallowing the rest of his words.

He suddenly remembered something. When he formally entered the sect, he saw in the family genealogy that there were originally nine people in the generation of Mingyi Zhenren. Among them, there was a junior uncle named Zhenyong Zhenren. Since the mark was no longer there, he did not pay attention to it.

"Could it be...could it be that you are Master Zhenyong?"

"Of course it's me!" The other person gave you a look that said, "You're really not smart to only think of this now. How did Sixth Senior Brother end up taking you as a disciple? Didn't he tell you about me?"

Yang Qisheng smiled wryly: "I just became a disciple, and my master went into seclusion to break through to the Cave Profound Spirit Realm. It has been more than four years now, and he still hasn't come out of seclusion."

"Sixth Senior Brother has already glimpsed the Profound Spirit Realm?" Zhen Yong Zhenren was very happy and wanted to ask for details, but suddenly his expression turned serious. "No, now is not the time to talk nonsense. We have to go to Shaoyin Mountain first, kill that Cui Wushe, and then we can chat about this nonsense."

Yang Qisheng was still worried: "Junior Uncle, what exactly is going on between you and Eighth Uncle...?"

"Let's go to Shaoyin Mountain first! Why are you being so long-winded? I'll tell you what you need to know on the way!"

So this person has a short temper.

"This matter can be put aside for now, but as far as I know, Cui Wushe formed his Ghost Core decades ago. He can't possibly be at the Core Formation stage now; he might have already developed a Yin Nascent Soul. Junior Uncle, I don't know what your and Eighth Uncle's current status is, but when I asked him just now, he said he was only at the Core Formation stage. The Old Man Wutou had already cultivated a Five Poisons Nascent Soul, yet he still disappeared without a trace, and his fate is now unknown. I'm afraid you'll have to go there rashly..."

"What are you afraid of! You useless thing!"

This Zhen Yongzhen was very hot-tempered. With a wave of his hand, he released two sword lights, one black and one red, which wrapped up the two of them and flew into the air, heading straight to the north. In an instant, they were already a thousand miles away.

Amidst the sword light, Zhen Yong Zhenren told Yang Qisheng: "Your eighth uncle and I are twin brothers. We were taken in by your grandmaster and raised from childhood. Later... we suffered a calamity. Your eighth uncle's primordial spirit was injured, and my physical body was destroyed. He didn't want to leave me..."
I was worried about him too, so we shared one body. I was cultivating when I spoke to you earlier, and thankfully he noticed you seemed to be in trouble and woke me up in time. Otherwise, you would have had to go to the East Sea to find your fourth senior brother. It's thousands of miles away, and by the time you brought him there, it would have been too late.”

He explained his situation in a few words, and Yang Qisheng clicked his tongue in amazement. He hadn't expected it to be like this. The two brothers shared one body, one cultivating and the other playing... He suddenly remembered that the Daoist titles of his master's generation were all based on the Sixty-Four Hexagrams. Wu Wang Zhenren came from Tian Lei Wu Wang, Da You Zhenren came from Huo Tian Da You, and his master came from Di Huo Ming Yi.

The Eighth Martial Uncle should be from the Fengshan Jian hexagram, and this Junior Martial Uncle is named Zhen Yong, which must be derived from the Weiji hexagram, "Zhen Yong attacks the Gui Fang, and after three years there will be a reward from the Great State."

The Gradual Progress and the Unfinished are a pair of mutual hexagrams, and the two of them now share one body. When the master named them, it seemed that he had already foreseen their respective futures.

He thought about it and couldn't help but remind him, saying his judgment of Cui Wushe: "More than a hundred years ago, he might not have been anything, and he was even insignificant in the Taiyin Sect, but in the past hundred years, he may have already cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage."

Zhen Yong turned to look at him, a smile of interest on his face: "Are you worried that I can't defeat him and will die at his hands like the Old Man with Blackhead?"

"Old Man Wutou should only be temporarily trapped by him, right? A Nascent Soul Earth Immortal shouldn't be so easy to kill."

"Heh, I even cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage back then, but I still got killed."

“But Cui Wushe really might have cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage. I estimate he's at least at the Core Formation stage, otherwise he definitely wouldn't be able to defeat Old Man Wutou.”

"Hmm, maybe, who knows."

Yang Qisheng shouted: "Don't look so indifferent! This is a matter of life and death!"
He felt that both his eighth and ninth uncles' souls were unreliable.

He suddenly felt a sense of despair: Had he succeeded in getting reinforcements this time?

To say it wasn't successful, it's true that they managed to invite their martial uncles, and two of them at once.

To say they succeeded is an understatement. Even if they were to team up, they wouldn't be able to defeat Cui Wushe. Going to Shaoyin Mountain would just be like delivering vegetables to someone else for nothing!

If they are all trapped in Shaoyin Mountain, what should I do? Should I go to the East Sea to ask Master Taiyang for help again?
It feels like the Calabash Brothers are rescuing their grandfather, one after another delivering food to him. Aren't I just like Shen Gongbao?
"What are you thinking about? Don't let your mind wander!" Zhen Yong Zhenren reached out and tapped Yang Qisheng on the head. "Turn around and look over there. That's Shaoyin Mountain, three hundred miles away. Look at that towering Yin energy, it has already laid out a net of ghostly traps. If we just rush headlong into it, we're sure to suffer the consequences."

You knew that too? Then why were you in such a hurry to bring me here!
Yang Qisheng suggested, "Why don't we go to the East Sea to find our Fourth Martial Uncle first? Your Sword Rainbow is fast, so it won't take too long."

"Why do I always have to look for your fourth senior uncle? If people find out that I can't even deal with a good-for-nothing remnant of a Taiyin old monster's demonic disciple, wouldn't they laugh their heads off?"

Yang Qisheng was furious when he heard such an arrogant statement: "Yes, that's what the old man with the black hair said before. He came and never went back. I don't know if he's alive or dead now."

Zhen Yong Zhenren tapped him on the head again: "How dare you speak to your martial uncle like that? Believe me or not, I'll teach my disciple a lesson on behalf of my sixth senior brother."

Yang Qisheng felt that this guy's primordial spirit should also be damaged, and his mental maturity was only slightly better than that of his eighth uncle.

"Tell me what we should do."

(End of this chapter)