My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 219 Can You Do It?
Shenhong Peak, in the secret room.

Ye Wuyou and Luo Qinghan sat on the ground, and the remnant soul floated beside them.

I don’t know what’s going on, but Ye Wuyou’s gaze always unconsciously drifts towards the remnant soul.

Luo Qinghan also saw this scene, with contempt in his eyes.

Although that remnant soul was that of a beautiful woman, it was still a remnant soul after all!

Is this guy so hungry that he will eat anything?

He was indeed hungry and had no choice but to eat.

This is the soul.

Ye Wuyou forced himself to calm his mind and suppress certain thoughts.

What appeared before the two of them was... an oil lamp?
Or would it be more appropriate to say an ever-burning lamp?
And above it, there was some extremely faint aura emanating.

The breath of the avenue.

The leader of the strange domain is Ye Wuyou.

The leader in the memory world is certainly not Ye Wuyou, but the Seventh Realm who perhaps once existed countless years ago.

With the arrival of the two, the originally airtight secret room suddenly lit up without any reason.

An illusory figure now floated in front of the two of them.

Ye Wuyou glanced at the eternal lamp, then looked carefully at the illusory figure.

It is not an illusion, nor a residual soul, but another extremely clever method.

The face of this illusory figure is clear, and it is a middle-aged Taoist priest. At this moment, his eyes are extremely lively, and you can't tell that he is already dead.

If it weren't known in advance, if it were told to the outside world, many people would believe that this was the soul.

Is this the method left behind by the Seven Realms Divine Power?
The middle-aged Taoist glanced lightly in front of him, first looked at the remnant soul, nodded slightly, and then looked at Ye Wuyou and the others.

When that indifferent gaze looked at him, Ye Wuyou raised his head slightly.

The two looked at each other silently.

In an instant, Ye Wuyou felt as if the blood in his body had solidified.

The energy surging in the body seemed to stagnate, and a great sense of oppression came from the mind.

Damn it.

Isn’t this the world of memory? Am I not in the sixth realm now?

Isn't all this fake? How can I still have this feeling?

Ye Wuyou is not the type of person who would look back at you if you looked at him. He tactfully withdrew his gaze.

But the calm voice came.

"What are you suspecting?"

Suspect?
Ye Wuyou's eyes were slightly surprised, but before he could speak, the voice of the middle-aged Taoist priest came again.

"Very interesting. Do you suspect that this world is fake?"

I……

This time, not only Ye Wuyou, but also Luo Qinghan who was sitting next to him had a change of expression in his eyes.

Of course this world is fake.

Although every blade of grass and every tree here is extremely real, even the human nature and worldly ways are completely restored.

But both of them knew that this was a world created by the memories and experiences brought about by their identities in the strange realm.

However, the middle-aged Taoist did not seem to be bothered by this issue and just spoke lightly.

"It's okay. I also had such doubts when I stepped into the Seventh Realm, but you will find that it's all meaningless from now on."

Luo Qinghan remained silent. She was truly not far from the seventh realm, and she didn't know what she had gained.

But Ye Wuyou couldn't help it.

"You old... old sect leader, can you tell me in detail?"

The middle-aged Taoist ignored Ye Wuyou. Instead, he looked at Luo Qinghan again, looked at him for a while, and then spoke happily.

"If you become the leader, what will you do?"

How to do it?
This is a fake world, what else can we do?
Luo Qinghan’s goal is simple and direct, she wants to obtain the status of the sect leader and then comprehend the path to the “Seven Realms”.

So she answered directly.

"Promoted to the seventh level of Tianji."

The middle-aged Taoist smiled and said lightly.

"You are wrong. This is not the answer. This is just your goal, not the Sect Master's idea."

Luo Qinghan frowned slightly at this moment and said.

"What's wrong with that? A cultivator's great power belongs to himself. Only by reaching the upper three realms can we ensure the strength and continuation of the sect."

"If there is no strong person in charge, then even the most magnificent sect is nothing more than a treasure house for others."

The middle-aged Taoist listened quietly at this moment, and finally nodded, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Then he looked at Ye Wuyou and asked the same question as before.

"If you were the lord, what would you do?"

Ye Wuyou never expected that the so-called trial mentioned by the remnant soul was just such a thing.

It's just like an interview.

But I don't want to be a sect leader at all.

Ye Wuyou just wants to get his identity back.

Advance to the seventh realm?

The goal is very ambitious and easy to talk about, but Luo Qinghan has already said it.

Seeing that Ye Wuyou didn't say anything, the shadow of the middle-aged Taoist shook his head slightly and asked in confusion.

"Is there nothing you want to do? If so, then..."

"Yes." Ye Wuyou suddenly responded.

Seven realms of Tianji?

That is too far away from me.

As for the Sect Master? Ye Wuyou was used to being alone, and he really didn't like these things, which required a lot of thought.

But if there is anything you want to do, there is one.

"Oh, what?" The middle-aged Taoist didn't care.

"The sect is too dirty, I want to change it." Ye Wuyou said.

dirty?

Luo Qinghan looked back slightly at this moment, with a puzzled look.

The middle-aged Taoist looked surprised, but didn't understand what it meant.

Ye Wuyou spoke seriously at this moment, pointing with his fingers.

"On the one hand, it's the top that's crooked, the bottom that's crooked, the blame-shifting, the avoidance of responsibility, the shirking of responsibility, and even all kinds of unfair treatment. I've seen all of this."

I have done that too.

"Besides that, the rules and regulations should not be too strict where they should be, and not too loose where they should be..."

These are all what Ye Wuyou experienced when he became the Peak Master. Ye Wuyou said a lot of things, and the middle-aged Taoist looked a little surprised at the moment, but then he looked a little ugly.

He didn't want to hear these words.

But Ye Wuyou continued talking until the end.

"Also, the most important point is that the oppression is too severe. Each different identity is like..."

"Outer disciples bully menial disciples, inner disciples bully outer disciples, stewards can order ordinary disciples around at will, elders pressure stewards to do things for them, and then there's the peak master, hmm."

"I once heard a joke in the sect that the elder's son can only become an elder at most. Why? Because the peak master also has children."

The middle-aged Taoist didn't care about all this. Instead, he looked dissatisfied and said.

"As long as you have the cultivation level, everything you said will not be a problem."

"The oppressed are, after all, incapable. If their realm were as high as yours, then wouldn't it be..."

Ye Wuyou interrupted the other party directly.

"Yes, why? Don't they want to? Don't they want to improve their realm and practice well?"

"Can the elder's son and the menial disciple cultivate at the same speed? Even if the menial disciple cultivates for twelve hours a day, he still can't catch up with the elder's son eating one pill."

Luo Qinghan lowered his eyes slightly at this moment, as if thinking about something.

The middle-aged Taoist's expression turned a little ugly, and he said unhappily.

"Practice requires opportunity. Everyone has different luck. Opportunities won't wait for you. You have to fight for them yourself..."

"I'll fight for you..."

Ye Wuyou finally stopped talking.

During the days when he was the peak master, he would walk around the sect every day to relax.

Apart from reading the sect gossip about whose partner cheated on whom and whose child is not their biological one.

He also saw some things.

Many of the so-called menial disciples only had to complete their daily labor, and then practice for an hour or two at best, and some could practice for three or four hours, and they had to do their best to survive.

In this situation, you said that opportunity will not wait for you, so you have to fight for it.

That's true, because it's not you I'm waiting for.

Ye Wuyou has never joined a real sect, but everything shown in this strange world makes Ye Wuyou realize that this is the true appearance of the sect and the true appearance of the world.

Wasn’t Tu Su just an ordinary sacrificial genius in the sect?
"Not everyone has the chance. Oftentimes, there are exceptions who are just lucky..." he said silently.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at him with disdain and said coldly.

"What about you? How did you cultivate to this point? Why do you still have such a superficial understanding?"

On what?
Ye Wuyou sneered.

He is well aware that he is a vested interest.

Never denied this.

He has the dog narration, the Wuxiang Heart Sutra, and because he has integrated into the ghost, he has received Lu Qingshan's attention, and then learned Tianyan...

Even without the weirdness, Ye Wuyou could still be a normal practitioner, practicing quickly and smoothly.

Character, brains, and means, a little bit of everything.

But that's really nothing.

Ye Wuyou didn't think that he could look down on others, mock others at will, and attribute everything to his own efforts just because he reached the fourth realm in half a year.

As for my true talent for cultivation, I guess I'm just like Uncle Wang. I can be a jailer all my life, with no worries about food and clothing, and no harm from wind and rain.

"call."

Ye Wuyou exhaled a breath and said lightly.

"It depends on my luck. If it weren't for my luck, I would have died long ago."

Hearing this, Luo Qinghan sneered for no reason.

The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a moment and said indifferently.

"That's true. You have cultivated to this point and you can still say these words. I have to say that you are lucky."

Then, the middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to be aroused and spoke with a playful smile.

"This is an established fact. The strong will always be strong, and the weak will naturally be trampled underfoot. The level of cultivation determines everything.

It has always been this way, so what’s wrong with it?”

What's wrong?

Ye Wuyou shook his head.

"That's right. The level of cultivation can indeed determine many things. It's not an exaggeration to say that it determines everything."

"But has it always been like this?"

Luo Qinghan sat aside and listened silently.

Although this was just a question from the virtual memory world, this guy seemed inexplicably and unexpectedly serious at the moment.

Luo Qinghan was a little surprised.

But it was just surprise.

In her heart, she did not agree with Ye Wuyou's words.

Because these words may make some sense, but they are meaningless.

In this world of personal power cultivation, the strong should severely humiliate the weak. Perhaps this is the concept of most people?
We've even become accustomed to it.

Luo Qinghan suddenly remembered that person, the little stutterer.

Only she is different.

Listening to Ye Wuyou's words, the middle-aged Taoist smiled with a playful look on his face.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Ye Wuyou shook his head and nodded again, speaking in a casual tone.

“It’s not about what I want to do, but what I should do…”

He paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"Those with high cultivation levels should take on more responsibilities and protect the weak, rather than looking down on themselves and bullying those who are lower than themselves."

"simply put."

"The strong should not oppress the weak."

"Instead, we should protect the weak."

“That’s my philosophy.”

Luo Qinghan raised his eyes slightly at this moment, looking at the man sitting next to him with a hint of solemnity and confusion.

Is this person really Xu Qingyuan?

The middle-aged Taoist priest gently closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, but his voice was free of the previous sneer and sarcasm.

He finally asked calmly.

"Can you do it?"

I had a liver attack today
Yesterday, I had tonsillitis, a low-grade fever, and a big head.
I will update later tomorrow

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