newbobooks Chapter 292: Soul Collapse
Chapter 292: Soul Collapse
A trace of spiritual energy flowed from the palm of his hand along the formation into his body. Chongdao closed his eyes. After a moment, he opened them in surprise and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.
Luo Qingan was worried about Xu Youan's condition and immediately asked his master what had happened to his junior brother and why his injury suddenly worsened.
Logically speaking, even if his cultivation level regressed, with so many miraculous pills taken, the injury should not have not healed but gotten worse.
What on earth is going on!
Chongdao was unable to answer his third disciple's question because he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
"Quick, go call Jiang Xun!"
Fu Wennian immediately reported: "Master, I have sent a message, Master Jiang Feng should..."
The gate of the yard was suddenly pushed open in a hurry, and a group of figures walked quickly into the house. Without waiting for the people inside to say anything, they had already felt the pulse of the person on the bed.
His hair was disheveled and his clothes were covered in mud. It was obvious that he had hurried from the medicine garden.
"The master sent a message asking me to go to Zhenfeng immediately. On the way, I met a disciple from Danfeng and learned..." Jiang Xun paused and looked up at the young man on the bed in surprise. He turned to look at Zhongdao, who nodded at him imperceptibly.
Luo Qing'an couldn't figure out what they were talking about. When he saw the Danfeng Peak Master stop, he immediately stepped forward, bowed with restraint, and then immediately asked about Xu You'an's condition.
Jiang Xun moved his lips, turned his gaze from Zhongdao back, and waved his sleeves to let everyone go out first.
Luo Qing'an was very worried and didn't want to leave. Fu Wennian knew the seriousness of the situation and pulled her out. Chongdao took another look at his unconscious little disciple and followed him out.
Several people waited anxiously in the courtyard from early morning until sunset.
At night, the stars are dim and the moon is without light.
The wind is strong, the weather is cold, and everything is bleak.
In the middle of the night, the door was finally pushed open with a creak, and Jiang Xun walked out exhausted.
"How is it? An'er..."
Jiang Xun raised his hand to stop Zhongdao from approaching, and swallowed a spirit-gathering pill to regain some energy.
"Brother, you acted just in time. The spirit protection formation has saved his soul for now, but..." He paused, then waved his hand to cast a soundproof barrier, isolating Luo Qing'an and Fu Wennian from the attack. "Brother, you've seen it too. He... he doesn't have three souls and seven spirits. He's just relying on his own spirit to support this body."
"Now that he's been severely injured, his cultivation has regressed, his realm is unstable, and his spirit has also been damaged. Without soul nourishment, he can't repair himself...
“He, he’s about to break, Brother.
"His soul is disintegrating, and his body is disappearing. I've tried my best to help him stabilize his soul. With your soul-protecting formation suppressing him from outside, I can only guarantee that he won't die from the collapse of his soul within three days. Only by restoring his cultivation and ensuring his realm, and thus stabilizing his soul, can he be saved. With the exception of the pagoda wood, his current body can't withstand other elixirs. However, Medicine Peak doesn't have this spiritual medicine right now, so I'm afraid..."
Zhongdao nodded to show that he understood.
"My little apprentice has gone to get the pagoda wood, and her senior brother is on his way to pick her up. He should be back soon."
"That's good." Jiang Xun breathed a sigh of relief and planned to remove the ban, but unexpectedly Zhongdao stepped forward to stop him.
He looked at him and knew what he was going to ask, but with his hundreds of years of experience, he didn't understand what was going on with his little apprentice.
Logically speaking, people without souls will inevitably die and cannot cultivate immortality. No one has ever been able to walk in the world of cultivation just by relying on their primordial spirit.
To put it bluntly, if his little apprentice's heart was not still beating in his chest and warm blood was not flowing in his body, he would have said that he was dead.
It's just a moving corpse.
Of course, he didn't ask why his little disciple had lost his three souls and seven spirits. This was his little disciple, not his own. It would be a miracle if he knew the answer.
"In short, I don't know either. There's no point asking me. It's better to ask the Sect Leader. He summoned me here, so he must have noticed it a long time ago. Maybe he knows something." Jiang Xun went straight to the point.
Zhongdao grabbed his white beard, and an extremely complicated expression flashed in his eyes.
"Ah, ah, ah, I know that the master is not someone who is easy to talk to, but it's useless if you catch me. I still have to help you watch over your little disciple. Don't waste time. If any accidents happen again, you have to take full responsibility and can't blame me." As soon as Zhongdao made a move, Jiang Xun knew what he was going to say, and hurriedly waved his hand, taking the opportunity to remove the ban.
He didn't care whether Chongdao would go to find the sect leader or not. After all, they were his disciples. After talking to Luo Qing'an and Fu Wennian for a few words, he took them into the house to guard Xu Youan.
Chongdao stood at the door for a while, and thought of the difficult situation his young disciple had been in since he joined the mountain sect. He sighed, and even though he knew he might not get any answers, he still went to Jianfeng to find Qingzhi.
Qingzhi seemed to have expected that he would come here, so he didn't go anywhere. He just sat quietly on the cushion in the quiet room, closing his eyes and meditating.
A cluster of soft moonlight cast its light through the bright window, filtering through the slender, green leaves of the orchid in the stone pot, and quietly enveloping a hanging painting.
The painting's paper was the most common in the Qiankun Sect, and the most commonly used by disciples. It was made from the juice of the passionflower and sawdust from the blackwood tree. It wasn't particularly expensive, but it was impervious to water and fire, and could be preserved for a very long time. However, the way this painting was hung was odd. Instead of facing outward, the bare back of the painting faced the direction of the moonlight.
Occasionally, the wind would blow through the window, blowing up the bottom corner of the painting, and you could vaguely see the corner of a gauze dress fluttering in the air.
Three steps away from the painting, there stands quietly an elegant screen with a semi-transparent human figure. On the screen, the immortal stands with his back straight, his appearance extraordinary, and he looks isolated from the world, as if everything is passing by, but not a single speck of dust has entered his heart.
It is incompatible with this world.
"Master Junior Brother..." Zhongdao stood at the door, hesitating whether to go in.
He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to come and see his junior brother.
Obviously, he was waiting for him to come.
This is not a good sign.
Qingzhi opened his eyes, raised his hand, and placed a cup of spiritual tea on the coffee table.
Zhongdao saw what he meant and sat down on the other side.
"Master Junior Brother, do you know An'er..."
"Brother, I've already told you that going against the will of heaven will come at a price. She and I are destined to be master and disciple."
Seeing him trying to snatch his disciple away again, Zhongdao's pent-up anger suddenly boiled over, and his voice rose a few notches: "What's the connection between the two? Can't Qian'er choose the master she wants according to her own wishes?"
Qingzhi looked calm, and a sip of tea went down his throat refreshingly.
Zhongdao saw his action and paused, then suddenly understood something and froze in shock.