Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

At that time, they had just experienced a fierce battle, and only he and Cang Shuzi survived. Their opponents were not the creatures in the Wuji Abyss, but the disciples of the immortal sect who entered with them. What they were fighting for was the ownership of a top-grade spiritual vein. As long as they left the mark of the sect here, even if they did not mine it all and take it away, they could still guide their fellow disciples in the next hundred years.

But that was the last day that Wujiyuan was opened, so they had no choice but to leave.

At the moment when he was about to enter the passage, Liu Yunzi stopped.

"Junior Master?" Cang Shuzi saw what he was thinking.

"I'm not leaving."

"No, you will die if you stay here." After going through all this, Cang Shuzi could fully imagine what the one left behind would face. He held his hand tightly, "I can't leave you here. It's been three thousand years. Do you want me to watch you die here alone?"

Liu Yunzi answered him sternly, "Why can they do it but you can't? This is the unspoken rule. Do you still remember everything we felt when we first entered Qinghuai City? In front of the true immortal sect, the thousand-year-old founding deeds of the Sanyuan Sect were taken seriously by only us. In the eyes of everyone, when the hundreds of immortal sects besieged Nangong Xiu, he was already desperate. The person who killed him was not Master Kaiyuanzi, but someone else."

"If you let me stay, I will survive and strive for more opportunities for Sanyuan Sect. Only when Sanyuan Sect becomes strong, even if there is no one to guard the mark we left behind, those villains will not dare to covet it, and no one will force the disciples of Sanyuan Sect into a desperate situation in order to compete for a spiritual vein. Cang Shuzi, you are the person we are optimistic about. Even if you cannot achieve this goal now, you must pave a bright road for those who come after you."

After he finished speaking, he shook off Cang Shuzi's hand heavily and pushed him into the passage.

"Junior Master!" In the passage came Cang Shuzi's angry and helpless shout.

……

Liu Yunzi came back to his senses and his expression returned to normal.

Seeing that several people were still staring at him, he smiled and said, "You want to know what realm I am in now and how I survived, right?"

His words revealed everyone's thoughts, and they looked at each other awkwardly.

For practitioners, if they stagnate, they will lose their lifespan. However, Liu Yunzi's condition is obviously not like that of an immortal. Three thousand years is really too long.

Liu Yunzi did not answer immediately, but said, "What a coincidence, we met just by chance."

He immediately increased the speed of the flying sword and dived towards the abyss below.

The others quickly followed, but the moment they got close, they felt a terrifying pressure coming from the bottom of the abyss, almost suffocating them.

Except for Mu Yunzhong, everyone else's bodies swayed for a while before they could barely steady themselves.

"Uncle Master, there is danger below." Meng Ziyuan said.

But Liu Yunzi's speed did not slow down at all, and he said easily, "It's okay."

After he finished speaking, he not only did not stop, but instead sped up and rushed into the white fog, "Wait for me here."

His voice came from the fog. Everyone stopped and looked at the fog under their feet with a serious expression.

This fog not only blocked everyone's vision, but also suppressed their spiritual consciousness.

After a moment, a figure rushed up from below. It was Liu Yunzi.

In his hand he was holding a tender green vine, on top of which were red fruits. The other end of the vine seemed to be connected to the bottom, but it was white and could not be seen clearly.

Liu Yunzi stopped in front of everyone, picked one and gave it to Jiang Tingwan, "Here, girl, this is for you."

Jiang Tingwan took the red fruit, a little confused. Was he bringing snacks while chatting?

He then distributed the few red fruits on the vine to other people, "Everyone has a share, one for you, one for him, one for you, one for him..."

After Liu Yunzi finished distributing the fruits, he picked the remaining fruits on the vine.

Looking back, he saw that several people were just holding the red fruit without touching it. He hurriedly said, "Eat it! This is good stuff!"

A few people were stunned for a moment, but still ate what he gave them with trust.

As soon as the red fruit entered their throats, everyone felt a burning power surging into their bodies at the same time. The spiritual energy in their dantian rapidly surged, and as the heat was transferred, the meridians in their bodies began to move, as if some force was forging them.

"This is..." Several people opened their eyes wide in shock. They felt the changes in their bodies.

"It strengthens the body and prolongs life. It bears fruit once every hundred years, and I steal one every hundred years. Before, I always stole one for myself, but today I stole all at once..." As he spoke, he took out a small cloth bag from his waist and said, "I have lost count."

This is the first time someone has used the word "steal" so openly.

Liu Yunzi put the few fruits he had just picked into a cloth bag. The loosened vines fell back into the abyss, but in return they were met with an earth-shaking roar.

He roared angrily, as if the owner of the melon had been stolen.

The angry sound waves made the people above tremble unconsciously.

"Okay, okay! I won't steal next time."

As if he was teasing something, he spoke soothingly to the thing at the bottom of the abyss.

But when his voice was heard, it was met with another even more angry howl, filled with resentment.

"Hurry up and leave, this guy is not easy to deal with." Liu Yunzi heard the emotion in the roar and shouted at several people to leave quickly, looking like he had done something bad.

Seeing such a great-grandmaster, the younger generations were also surprised.

Several people landed on the top of a mountain, where the view was wide, but the mountain below was covered with ice for thousands of miles.

"Put it away and take it back to the sect..." He handed the thing to the person next to him, and Meng Ziyuan took it. "This thing can at least increase a person's lifespan by a hundred years. My cultivation has stagnated for more than two thousand years, and it's all thanks to this thing that I can wait for you to come."

Hearing this, the eyes that fell on Meng Ziyuan's hands became surprised.

"These are just some insignificant little things. The truly powerful thing is the thing under the white mist. Just getting close to it can shatter your mind."

Mo Shaoyu asked: "What on earth is that?"

Liu Yunzi, "A monster that has existed for tens of thousands of years. Its strength cannot be divided according to the realm system we know."

Mo Shaoyang also asked: "With such a powerful force, how can Master Uncle come and go freely, and even communicate with it?"

I thought about the word "communication" for a long time before I could say it.

"That's because of this." Liu Yunzi pulled off a black block hanging around his waist. After weaving a tassel pendant on it, it looked like a decorative pendant.

Liu Yunzi handed it out, but then turned it and handed it to Mu Qingge.

"You little girl has been silent the whole time, aren't you curious?"

He noticed Mu Qingge's silence along the way and recalled her performance in the miasma forest. Apart from being taciturn, she was like her master Cang Shuzi in terms of being a person. The only difference was that she had traces of Fu Yunxuan's martial arts on her body.

Mu Qingge took the black disc, met Liu Yunzi's gaze, and replied: "Since we met, Master Uncle has always answered all our questions and taught us everything he knows. Even if we don't ask, Master Uncle will tell us. Even if Qingge has doubts, she doesn't have to ask them out loud."

"Hahahaha, you little guys are all quite interesting." Liu Yunzi laughed meaningfully.

Then he asked Mu Qingge: "Did you see anything?"

Mu Qingge carefully touched the pattern on the black piece and judging from the shape, "It seems to be some kind of scale."