Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Lian Qingyang suddenly lost contact with Xiaojiu, and an anxious expression finally appeared on his face. He immediately got up and went to the main peak to meet his senior brother. Not long after, he came out and flew towards the direction of Pohunyuan. At the same time, the leader of Guiyuan Sect announced that the day of marriage would be postponed.

After falling for an unknown amount of time, the two men and the cat fell into an ordinary-looking room and fell asleep.

Du Xiaochen woke up first. He glanced at the outer disciple lying on the ground, looked around, grabbed Xiaojiu who was still unconscious, and left the room.

He didn't stop until he reached the door of a bedroom, because the layout of this bedroom was exactly the same as his room on Qingli Peak. The door was wide open at this time, and Du Xiaochen could see it clearly. Thinking of this, he walked in.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, his eyes suddenly widened. The master who was supposed to be staying at Qingli Peak now appeared on the bed in the bedroom, leaning against the headboard and looking at him.

"Master? Why are you here?" He stared at the person on the bed, but he took a step back unconsciously.

Lian Qingyang coughed lightly and asked slowly, "Why didn't you come over? This secret realm is really hard to enter. I took elixirs to suppress my realm to the Nascent Soul stage before entering, but I ended up entering this secret realm by accident and was nearly persecuted. Now my injuries haven't fully recovered, so I happened to find a bed here, so I rested here. I was planning to come find you as soon as my injuries improved, but I didn't expect you to find this place first."

Du Xiaochen's eyes were filled with emotion. He walked a few steps to the bed and said obediently and shamefully, "Master, Chen'er is so much on your mind. And it's because of me that you got hurt. If it weren't for Chen'er, you wouldn't be like this."

Lian Qingyang shook his head, then suddenly smiled, as if ice and snow were melting, and opened his thin lips slightly: "Chen'er, don't blame yourself. I am your master, and it is my duty to care about you." As he said this, he prepared to sit up.

Du Xiaochen hurriedly bent over to help him, but Lian Qingyang stumbled and fell into his arms, causing Du Xiaochen to freeze, frozen in place. It turned out that his cold and indifferent master had a soft body. Du Xiaochen's mind suddenly realized that he didn't know where he was, and everything he saw was the person in front of him. Their eyes met, and their bodies gradually approached from a distance. The closer they got, the blurrier the face in front of him became. Du Xiaochen seemed oblivious, already deeply immersed in his master's rare closeness.

Just before their lips met, their bodies froze simultaneously. Du Xiaochen's expression changed, and he withdrew, staring coldly at the person in front of him, but the corner of his mouth curled up: "I didn't expect you to be in the Nascent Soul stage. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to hurt you with one blow."

The man in front of him also laughed, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Du Xiaochen and said fiercely: "You are quite good, kid. I just don't know if your master knows that you are actually a demon?"

Du Xiaochen's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth dropped. He turned his head away and said with disgust, "Don't make those movements and expressions with my master's face."

The severely injured man seemed unable to support his transformation. The face of the man in front of him instantly vanished into nothingness, and even his body dispersed into wisps of black silk, finally turning into a ball of black mist. A hoarse and resentful voice came from the mist: "You have accepted the inheritance of the demon clan here, do you think you can return to the sect? Forget it, kid. You will only be expelled from the sect by your master, spurned by the sect, and then driven back to the demon clan like a stray dog! Even your noble and proud master will be tainted by you and criticized by the cultivators over and over again! Ah!!!"

Retracting the hand that had just cast the spell, Du Xiaochen's eyes flushed red as he spoke firmly, "I won't become what you said! Absolutely not! Broken!"

The illusion was broken by the sound, the original room disappeared, and the place where Du Xiaochen was was a dark and narrow cave.

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The anger in his eyes had not disappeared yet, and he looked around vigilantly. The outer disciple seemed not to be nearby, and even Xiaojiu was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, a breeze blew from behind him, and thick fog suddenly rose in the cave, making the already dim space even more blurred. Du Xiaochen suddenly turned around, with a magic sword condensed in his hand, guarding against the invasion of unknown things.

However, two quarters of an hour after the gust of wind passed, there was no more sound in the cave. It was so quiet that he could only hear his own slightly rapid breathing. Du Xiaochen's nerves were tense, not daring to slack off for even a moment, until he heard a rustling sound coming from a certain direction. He held his breath and stood still, his hand under his sleeve tightly gripping the spirit sword, his arm already gathering strength in preparation for an attack.

The thing seemed to be struggling to stand up. If Du Xiaochen didn't listen carefully, he would not be able to hear the sound of its footsteps coming towards him. The sound of its footsteps landing was very light, as if it was walking on tiptoe, and the slightly messy and irregular sound of its footsteps landing did not seem like the movement that could be made by two legs.

The footsteps stopped one step away from him. Du Xiaochen faced that direction and tried to identify the thing carefully through the thick fog, but he could only see its red eyes. It was much shorter, only about to Du Xiaochen's knees, but it brought a strong sense of oppression as it approached him.

The two sides seemed to be in a standoff, only one step away from each other, keeping their troops motionless, quietly waiting for the other side to attack first, and then retreating to advance, finding a flaw and delivering a fatal blow.

Of course, this was what Du Xiaochen thought, because after a while, the little thing opposite made a sound: "Meow!"

...Du Xiaochen relaxed his muscles slightly, ignored the call and turned away.

Xiaojiu must have recognized him, but he still pretended to do bad things. He would let his master teach him a lesson when he got back.

Thinking of this, he walked forward dozens of steps. The fog became thinner as he walked, enough for him to observe his surroundings. He stopped and found that the scene here was the same as before. Du Xiaochen looked back and found that Xiaojiu had not caught up at all.

No matter how meticulous he was, he was just a child who had not experienced too many hardships. The frequent emergencies made him a little dazed, and he was not as calm as he was in the illusion just now.

He simply ignored everything and groped around in the interconnected caves with his sword in hand, but every cave was exactly the same. After walking for half a day, he not only did not meet Xiaojiu and the outer disciple, he didn't even see any monsters. The cave fell into dead silence again. Du Xiaochen felt his heart tighten for some reason, and more and more collapsed and chaotic emotions appeared in his mind. Gradually, he even felt as if there were two souls in his body fighting madly.

The violent factor suppressed deep in his mind was slowly aroused. He raised his hand and swung it, the sword energy pumped out, and it made a harsh sound when it hit the wall. It was this sound that made his mind feel clear for a moment, and then the sword energy was continuously swung out. The wall was covered with mottled shallow scratches, and it was so tough that there was no sign of cracking except for the sound it made.

The red in Du Xiaochen's eyes became more and more intense. When he raised his eyes, he could only see the red mist about to overflow from his eye sockets. His arms were still waving numbly, and the thoughts that filled his mind made him feel that this mechanical movement was more important than keeping himself clear-headed.

So when he heard the noise behind him again, his first reaction was to turn around, raise his hand and swing the sword again, letting the sword energy cut through the air and fall on the black shadow.