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Chapter 347 Finals (Fifty-six)

"Tell me, what exactly are you trying to do without telling your master?"

Master Qingzhu slowly narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his slender pupils for an instant, like a sharp blade suddenly unsheathed in the cold night, bringing a hint of chillness.

He was wearing a blue shirt with light blue cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, which fluttered gently in the wind, adding a touch of otherworldly temperament. However, at this moment, his originally handsome face was filled with seriousness and doubt.

He raised his chin slightly, straightened his back, folded his arms, and stared quietly at the apprentice in front of him.

That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the disciple's body and reach deep into his heart, wanting to find out all the hidden secrets in his heart one by one.

"Disciple...disciple..."

Lanshan suddenly felt an extremely powerful pressure coming down, and the invisible feeling of oppression became even stronger.

Somehow, he suddenly wanted to take a good look at what his master looked like at this moment.

Was he angry and disappointed with himself? Was he apologetic to Master Qiankun? Or was he ashamed and embarrassed for not teaching his disciples well?

A strong sense of indignation surged in Lanshan's heart.

He was clearly doing this for his Master. Everything he had planned and planned till now was for his Master!

However, Master showed no mercy to him for the sake of another unrelated person!

"...Master."

Lanshan raised his head with all his strength, his pupils red.

"Everything I do is for you!"

"For me?" Master Qingzhu felt absurd.

"When did your master ever ask you to take action against Zizhan?! Are you doing this for your master?!"

Qiankun Zhenren, who had been confused since Lanshan entered the house, finally came to his senses and realized belatedly:

...The one who raided his city that day was actually Qingshi’s disciple Lanshan!

"When did I offend you?" Master Qiankun's mouth twitched, his face full of confusion.

What Lanshan hated the most was that this person clearly knew nothing, yet was able to occupy the position beside his master for hundreds of years!

"What do you know? What do you know about Master besides his appearance? Do you know Master's past? Do you know what Master really wants? You know nothing!"

Lan Shan shouted at the top of his lungs: "Master, I am the only disciple who truly cares about you, why don't you ever look at me?"

Master Qingzhu's angry expression froze and he stared at his disciple in disbelief.

"Lanshan...you actually..."

Master Qiankun was stunned by the question, "No, I...you..."

He seemed to know something extraordinary.

Lanshan felt a little regretful when he saw Qingzhu Zhenren's reaction.

He was too anxious, and now was not a good time to be honest, but he had already exposed his true thoughts.

So he just admitted it without hesitation.

"Yes, I admire Master." Lanshan looked up, "Ever since the day Master brought me out of the devil's cave, I have always admired Master."

"I want to clear all obstacles for Master and help him attain enlightenment. What's wrong with that?"

Lanshan tried to persuade Qingzhu Zhenren, "Master, this person has evil intentions towards you, and he has hidden strength. His schemes are unfathomable. You must not be blinded by him!"

Qian Kun Zhenren was suddenly blamed and retorted unhappily:

"What nonsense are you talking about? I want to give everything I have to help Qing Shi ascend to heaven. How could I be the kind of person with ulterior motives you say?"

Master Qingzhu, who was standing by, was still immersed in the shock that his disciple liked him, and he temporarily released his pressure, giving Lanshan the opportunity to stand up.

"...What did your master teach you?" The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he tightened. Master Qingzhu tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and said word by word:

"You are not allowed to practice magic, expose your magic to others, or attack people who have no ill will towards you..."

Without saying a word, Lanshan's face paled.

Master Qingzhu's heart also fell to the bottom along with Lanshan's expression.

Judging from Lanshan's appearance, he has violated these taboos behind his back many times over the years.

"Master...I also have my own difficulties!"

Lanshan raised his head and said with deep affection: "I want to help you achieve enlightenment and become an immortal to fulfill your lifelong wish. Isn't that good?"

Qingzhu Zhenren frowned and said, "When did your master ever ask you to do these things? Just focus on your own pursuit of immortality. Whether your master ascends to heaven or not has nothing to do with you."

"How could I watch my master being held back by insignificant matters and delaying his path to ascension?"

Lanshan smiled softly, "Master, just wait and see. The only one who can stand beside you is me."

Master Qiankun snorted coldly and said condescendingly: "You are quite confident in yourself."

"If you don't believe it, you might as well try it yourself."

Lanshan raised his eyebrows provocatively, turned his fingertips and made a gesture, then drew his sword and released the sword energy.

Now that he had been exposed, he no longer had to hide for fear of being discovered. He attacked with fewer concerns than before, and his moves became more fierce.

Murderous intent suddenly burst out, and Master Qiankun did not retreat or evade. Instead, he suddenly erected a complicated formation to block the sword energy that was hitting his face.

Taoist Qingzhu waved his sleeves and was about to take action when he was stopped.

"Fighting against a junior would be shameful no matter if we win or lose, let alone when both of us fight together?"

Master Qiankun curled his lips, "Why don't you let me loosen up my muscles and teach your unfilial disciple a lesson for you?"

Taoist Qingzhu paused for a moment, then nodded after pondering.

With the tacit consent of his friend, Master Qiankun did not hold back. He quickly intertwined his hands and formed an extremely complex and bizarre formation that instantly enveloped Lanshan.

"You are so arrogant, let me see your ability."

Looking at the contempt and disdain in this person's eyes, Lanshan quietly raised his hand to wipe the sword.

The sword light shone brightly, and the sword light shattered the formation with the force of slashing through the sky. The domineering sword energy was tainted with demonic energy, adding a bit of destructive power.

'bump--'

The sword energy stopped in front of Master Qiankun and could not advance an inch.

Fights in high-end games often do not require too many fancy techniques, and the suppression of cultivation alone can determine most of the victory or defeat.

But there are exceptions to this level of play.

For example, if the opponent is a cultivator with extremely strong talents, he can also rely on his talents to turn the situation around.

Talent is an important part of becoming an immortal through spiritual practice.

But in addition to talent, the support of some external forces can also allow two cultivators with very different cultivation levels to start from the same starting line.

For example, Lanshan, with the help of demonic energy, was able to hold his own against the attack of Master Qiankun.

If we ignore Master Qingzhu whose expression is becoming increasingly ugly, this duel can be regarded as a dazzling visual feast.

Unfortunately, the only audience member had no interest in appreciating it.

Not only did his good disciple cultivate demonic energy secretly behind his back, he also cultivated it to this level.

This made Master Qingzhu, who always thought that his eldest disciple was the least troublesome, a little upset.

It turns out that the disciple whom he least worried about was the one who shocked him the most!

Compared with Lanshan, he suddenly felt that the little quarrels between Qin Yan and Mu Qingyuan were acceptable.

Whenever something worse happened, he began to miss the previous situation when it was not so bad.