Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 463: Xie Guan's Inner Demon, the Magician's Plan, Women in Troubled Times! (4.5k, monthly ticket requested!)

【Inside the Peach Blossom Spring. 】

[On the peach tree, one hundred and eighty-four more notches were quietly added to count the days. Half a year had passed.]

[As the sun sets, a young man in white is busy by the lake. He has built a small wooden house carefully constructed of peach wood, and has also made a few simple and rustic chairs with the wood split from the peach wood.]

[The life of the young man in white seems to be always fulfilling and busy. He is either nimbly catching fish in the pond or diligently planting peach trees in the Peach Blossom Spring, day after day, never tired of it.]

[At this moment, he lazily lay on the chair he made himself, looking at Xie Guan in the pavilion not far away.]

[The surface of the pond was covered with tiny golden lights, reflecting the aura flowing around the young man in green. In the past half year, the young man has cultivated his primordial spirit to a critical point - the Yin spirit will be shed, and the Yang spirit will be formed.]

[What is Yang Shen? It is the result of the three souls and seven spirits being tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations, and removing all the Yin impurities, just like real gold being tempered repeatedly by fierce fire, and finally achieving "both form and spirit are perfect." ]

[Although the Yin Spirit can leave the body, it is like "the shadow of a candle in the ice, which disappears when it sees the sun" and is bound by the five elements.]

[Yang Shen is different. It can penetrate metal and stone without hindrance, and walk on the sun and moon without a shadow. It cannot be invaded by water or fire, and cannot be harmed by thunder and lightning.]

[A piece of peach blossom falls into the center of the pond, creating tiny ripples. ]

[The young man in white picked up the newly brewed peach blossom wine, his eyes reflecting the pure yang energy that was gradually growing in the pavilion.]

[Mr. Er stood up. It was not difficult for the young man to condense the Yang Spirit. Xie Guan seemed to have gained the most rigid and Yang power by practicing this Taoist skill. His practice was twice as effective with half the effort. Thanks to this, his Yuan Shen's practice was so fast.]

[However, it is also the case that for such a strong and masculine Yuan Shen, the difficulty of transforming from a Yin Shen to a Yang Shen is several times more difficult than that of an ordinary Yin Shen, and the Yang Shen that is cultivated is also necessarily incomparably stronger. Fortunately...]

[The boy has finally completed his transformation over the past six months. 】

[At this moment, the star pattern between the boy's eyebrows gradually brightened, and a Yin spirit that was no different from his original body emerged from his spirit platform.]

[The Yin God sat cross-legged in the void, and actually opened his eyes, with a look of pleading for mercy in his eyes.]

[This Yin Spirit is originally the result of the seven emotions and six desires of the cultivator. To destroy it and reshape it now is tantamount to destroying oneself with one's own hands.]

[The Yin Spirit is closely connected to you, just like yourself. He can sense your joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Similarly, you also know all of his thoughts. ]

[Practicing Yin Shen is an act of self-destruction, and it will naturally be painful like scratching your heart, and your seven emotions and six desires will be distorted. If you are not careful, you will go astray. ]

[The young man in white sees that you haven’t moved, and reminds you: “The way of the Yang God is to cut through the confusion in your heart. If you evade even a little, you will leave a gap for the inner demon to take root.”]

[You were awed by what he said, and without hesitation, you opened your mouth and spit out a stream of red flames at the begging Yin God.]

[Once the Yin God was touched, it could not stop burning. The moment the Yin God begged for mercy was entangled by the red flames, the pitiful look on his face completely faded, and he turned into a ferocious demon.]

[The Yin God in the blazing flames is connected to your spiritual consciousness, and it is like falling into a furnace - every inch of your bones and muscles seem to be burned in the real fire, and your three souls and seven spirits will be reduced to ashes in this sky-burning flame. ]

[The true energy in your Dantian flows, a Buddha emerges from the ground, the Yang Fu Sutra circulates, and the nine swords in your heart emit brilliance, suppressing the Yin spirit!]

[You watch the Yin Spirit being burned to ashes by the red flames, and suddenly you feel a thick fog forming around you.]

[As the world spun, the scene in front of me had already changed. ]

[You frowned, and when the fog cleared, the familiar blue brick courtyard came into view—the Xie family’s own courtyard.]

[You look up and see a woman in plain clothes with a gentle face sitting at the door. She is waving at you with a smile.]

[You can’t help but feel tears welling up in your eyes, and you cry out with a choked voice: “Mother——”]

~

Outside Bianjing City.

Master Lianchi smiled when he heard this and said, "It seems that the Demon Master has already made up his mind?"

The two of them once joined forces to fight against the enemy at the Bian Jing Beauty Banquet, and both received gifts from the Second Master, which further improved their cultivation.

As the well-known masters from the ten sects of the world, they smiled at each other at this moment.

Xu Jiangxian stood with his hands behind his back and said leisurely, "Brother Dugu and I made an agreement sixty years ago that if there is an opportunity to ascend again in this world, we should work together. After the banquet, the second master said that the ascension will be within these ten years, so I will go to the East China Sea to find Brother Dugu's whereabouts."

At this point, he couldn't help but smile: "Who would have thought that Brother Dugu had been searching for immortals for sixty years, but lost his way after leaving the East China Sea. He ate sea fish all day long, tamed a giant shark as a boat, and accidentally sailed to the north. If it weren't for my disciples spread all over the world, and if we hadn't heard the legend of the immortal who rides a fish on the sea, I'm afraid it would be hard to find his trace until now."

Dugu Sheng scratched his head and laughed, "This vast ocean is really not a place for humans to stay! It's hard to even find a living thing that can talk. I heard from the Buddhist scriptures that there is a boundary monument standing at the end of the East China Sea."

He paused, a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes: "I don't ask to meet a true immortal, I just hope to see the mountains as mountains and the sea as sea, so that I can comprehend the ultimate realm of martial arts."

Master Lianchi nodded slightly, "When the Master traveled around the world, he also mentioned that he had seen this stele."

The Buddhist disciple Amoghavajra standing by secretly looked at this "land dragon" who came from the Buddhist Tianlong Temple, but saw that he was restrained and had concealed his edge, and had already reached the highest realm of returning to nature.

Xu Jiangxian looked up at the four dazzling golden portals in the clouds, his eyes reflecting the flowing fairy light.

"Three thousand years ago, Empress Qianyuan pacified the south, and King Yan swept across the north. The two sides fought a decisive battle on the top of Tianyuan. That battle overturned the mountains and rivers, and finally the gate of heaven opened."

His voice was distant, as if it had penetrated through time. "At that time, three ascension platforms were lowered. The King of Yan and Lu Yu, the Empress and the Magician Huang Dao, the four of them chased after it together."

"The Empress and Huang Dao were able to ascend to heaven, and that Lu Yuwu shattered the void and left behind an ascension platform that no one cared about. The King of Yan passed through the Heavenly Gate but did not enter, and remained in the human world."

"Of course, we, the people of later generations, have already learned that King Yan also ascended to heaven, but he broke through the void in another way."

Everyone was silent. This legend of ascension was known to all cultivators in the world, and it still made people fascinated every time it was mentioned.

Dugu Sheng stroked the light beard on his chin and said thoughtfully, "Today, there are only four Ascension Platforms left, and from the ten sects in the world plus the Master, there are more than a dozen people coveting these four places."

The magician glanced at everyone and smiled deeply: "How should these four places be allocated?"

"Without a doubt, the strong will prevail."

"The Master is invincible in the world, so he naturally deserves a seat; Sanzhen Temple is a three-thousand-year-old sect with a profound foundation, and it has strong men like the Great Master and Li Qingniu sitting in charge, so it should also have a seat."

He held up two fingers and continued, "So, there are only two seats left."

"The two gentlemen from the Bian Jing Academy can be considered half of the seat. There is news in Bian Jing that Su Jing used the corpse transformation method to devour the nine major clans. His strength may be the first person except for the master."

"As for Mr. San, he has always been in the academy, and his thoughts are hard to guess."

The magician's eyes gleamed, and he continued, "Therefore, the only seats left for the cultivators of the world are only one and a half."

"Of the ten sects in the world, we already have three people here, plus the Amoghavajra Buddha who has now condensed his life force, a total of four people."

"In addition, there is a mysterious figure among the ten sects - the storyteller. His whereabouts are erratic and his origins remain a mystery. A disciple of the Demon Sect reported that he appeared at the same time as Li Qingniu."

Dugu Shengyan said: "I have fought with him before. His strength has indeed reached the level of a grandmaster, but he does not seem to have the heart to fight with others, so the fight ended in nothing."

Bukong Buddha frowned, "Could it be that the four of us are competing for the remaining one and a half seats?"

The magician laughed and said, "No, that's wrong."

"What I just said was just a ranking based on strength. The four of us can occupy a seat together."

“If Master and the Three True Sects clear out the field and only leave four Grand Masters behind for the sake of safety, we will be qualified to fight against these two sects if we gather together.”

"Now there are three forces standing side by side!"

After hearing this, Master Lianchi paused and said, "The Three True Sect has been passed down for three thousand years and has always been aloof from the world. It should not go to such extremes. But Master..."

He looked at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in the sky and said, "It's hard to guess what he is thinking."

Dugu Sheng asked curiously, "Didn't you fight with the Master at the Banquet? What realm has he reached? What is his true nature?" The magician shook his head, "I don't know. It can only be described as unfathomable. The four of us didn't force him to use his true nature, and even our own lives were on the line. We only know that he is a Buddhist with a foundation, and follows a path that encompasses all martial arts in the world."

"Moreover, the Master's corpse transformation method can only be cut by the Second Master's Nine Swords, otherwise he is almost immortal."

Speaking of this, the magician thought of someone.

That young man Xie Guan, who had not yet come of age, was the successor of Mr. Er's swordsmanship. Unfortunately...

The time left to the end of the Banquet of Beauties is too short, only one year.

If he were given time to grow, he would definitely have a place today, and he would even have to avoid his sharp edge.

"Jiang Xian, just speak frankly." Dugu Sheng clapped his hands, "How should we proceed?"

Xu Jiangxian suddenly smiled, "Brother Dugu, do you dare to follow me to kill the Master?"

"Oh!" Dugu Sheng spread his hands, "Even if you dare to say it, I don't dare to go."

Xu Jiangxian asked, "Then why don't we go to the Three True Sect and try our luck?"

Dugu Sheng's face suddenly turned bitter when he heard this: "It's fine to ask for a cup of tea on normal days, but in today's situation, I'm afraid I'll have to go in vertically and come out horizontally."

"The old Taoist Dongxuan doesn't seem to like fighting on weekdays, but when he does, he is ruthless and merciless... and there are many old immortals in the Sanzhen Zhongnan Mountain."

"The Master sneaked into the Tomb of the Living Dead in Mount Zhongnan and was beaten to death. I can't afford to offend you, I can't afford to offend you!"

The magician put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said slowly, "The current situation can be summed up in one word - wait."

"Use stillness to control movement, and remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing situations. We are in a weak position and must not act rashly."

"Besides, there is a deep hatred between the Master and the several gentlemen in the academy. If I were in the Master's position, how could I easily let the people in the academy ascend?"

"The sky has sent out murderous intentions, which cannot be avoided or escaped. If the sky has the virtue of loving life, why are there only four ascension platforms!"

Dugu Sheng nodded, as if there was no other way.

He raised a key question: "If there are four ascension platforms and we can really occupy one of them, and there is a chance for one person to ascend, but we have four people, who should this opportunity be given to?"

The three of them fell silent for a moment.

The magician chuckled and broke the silence: "Then let's each rely on our own abilities and accept our fate."

He turned his gaze towards the faintly visible beacon fire on the top of the city wall of Bianjing in the distance: "Although the Ascension Platform is now visible, it has not really descended. When the Red Eye Army breaks into the city tomorrow, the opportunity will truly begin."

"Everyone, please return to the Changshengtian Army and wait."

Master Lianchi was already chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice, and the sound of "Amitabha" seemed particularly heavy.

In the ascension battle three thousand years ago, Buddhism missed the opportunity, which led to Taoism and Demonism taking advantage of it to flourish for three thousand years.

It was only in the past few hundred years that Buddhism was able to recover and regain its reputation.

If there are still no Buddhists among the four ascenders
Lian Chi and Bu Kong looked at each other and saw determination in each other's eyes.

This time, Buddhism must have a seat!
The magician narrowed his eyes slightly and looked out at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

The golden light of the four ascension portals flickered in the clouds, illuminating the four people's expressions, which were constantly changing and different.

The four returned to the camp of the Eternal Heaven Army and looked at the towering Bianjing city from afar.

This place, once the most prosperous place in the world, is now about to be invaded by war and shrouded in gloom.

The opportunity to ascend to heaven is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, who would be willing to give it up easily?
~

In Bianjing City!
In a large house on the street where the academy was located, everyone was worried.

"Sister Yunniang, is there still no news from the Xie family?"

Zhou Yuner asked anxiously. Her eyes were full of worry as she looked at Hu Yunniang, hoping for some good news.

At this moment in Bianjing, every household closed their doors and dared not go out.

The Red Eye Army outside the city is approaching, and the city defense troops inside the city also seem to be willing to surrender.

Bianjing was shrouded in panic.

"Why is there no news about Master Guan?" Zhou Yuner's voice was filled with tears.

Inside the room, four or five courtesans were sitting together, and there was also the only man, Zhang Yuanlai.

Their faces were filled with worry and anxiety.

Hu Yunniang gently patted Zhou Yuner's shoulder and comforted her, "Sister Yuner, don't worry. The young master is blessed with great fortune and will surely be able to turn danger into safety."

However, Li Xiangjun's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on everyone's hearts.

There was a tremor in her voice. "Now the mansions of the nine major families... have simply become a Shura ghost area. The people we have found said that the ones wandering in there are not people at all, but... demons."

"We can't get in at all. We spent a lot of money to have people sneak into the Xie family, but they either lost contact after entering and their lives are unknown, or they took the money and ran away. We have no other choice."

Li Xiangjun's words made the atmosphere in the room even more heavy.

Zhang Yuanlai said solemnly, "The academy is like this now. The gate is closed, and the gentlemen inside seem to have met with misfortune!"

Chen Xiang said worriedly, "The academy is no longer reliable nowadays. Someone ventured over the wall the other day and said it was terribly quiet inside."

She bit her lip, not daring to say, "In the Xiushen Building, all the gentlemen have passed away."

Hu Yunniang looked at the beauties in the room, all of whom were famous courtesans in Bian Jing.

They had spared no expense to buy this house adjacent to the academy just for the sake of a safe and secure life.

Who could have imagined that even this huge academy would collapse.

As the Red-Eyed Army headed towards Bian Jing.

The current situation is truly precarious and people are in panic.

The men they had originally summoned to guard the house looked at them with increasingly presumptuous eyes.

Last night, someone broke into Zhou Yuner's boudoir while drunk. If the other guards hadn't stopped him in time, it would have been a disaster.

As the situation outside became more critical, the words and looks of the dozens of guards in the mansion seemed to become increasingly inconsiderate.

Hu Yunniang had heard someone outside the wall say this before: If the city is breached tomorrow and the Red-Eyed Army, the Great Sui Army, and the Eternal Heaven Army enter the city, then we’re all finished… Rather than letting the rebels take advantage, it’s better for us to…take action first. It’s elegant to die under the peony flowers and become a ghost.

Hu Yunniang was shocked and angry when she heard this!
But I also know what the fate of a woman in troubled times will be, especially for a woman like them.
In the city of Bianjing that was about to collapse, these fragile women were more coveted than gold, silver and other valuables.

Hu Yunniang looked at the four golden portals in the sky, which were the things that the big shots dreamed of the most.

But it is a disaster that ordinary people like them can hardly imagine.

When a great man walks, the wind created by his shoes is enough to overturn the life of an ordinary person!
Zhang Yuan sighed, sat back in his chair dejectedly, and muttered to himself: "If Master Guan were here, how could I be so confused and clueless!"

"Hey, Master Guan, where are you now?"

(End of this chapter)