My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 293 The World Line Begins to Conclude
A cloud boat was sailing through the wind above the clouds.

At the end of the cloud boat, you can see the city of Nanning moving away little by little.

The head of Lingxue Pavilion is named Xing Dao. At this moment, he is wearing a black and white robe and sitting upright on the cloud boat. Although his face is calm, there is still a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

The second immortal of Baiyun Temple is like this, unreasonable and does things according to his heart.

Whenever you want to argue with him, even if you are right, he will just brush it off with a sentence like "It's fate".

If the other party had not finally seen that he was no longer stubborn and said reluctantly, "I will lend it to you today, and I will return it tomorrow," Xing Dao would have fought him fiercely no matter what.

In Xing Dao's opinion, getting the other party to say this sentence seems to be more important than the strange "fishing rod".

He had heard of the concept of fate, which was an illusory existence even in the orthodox Taoism. Unexpectedly, no one in Taoism had successfully cultivated it, but the Taoist master of Baiyun Temple, who had only a slight connection with Taoism, had successfully cultivated it.

Although he didn't understand, he vaguely knew that the old Taoist had a phrase that he often said.

"Fate is power."

A painful murmur came from the side. Pavilion Master Lingxue glanced sideways, and when he saw the woman lying on the cloud boat, his brows furrowed.

Ji Wuye seemed to be waking up slowly at this moment.

Pavilion Master Xing Dao slowly stood up and walked to the naked woman. He looked down at her pale face, taking in every subtle change in her expression.

After seeing who was coming, the fear in the woman's eyes subsided a little, and she tried to get up in a panic.

But there was a force that bound her and made her unable to move.

"Great, Great Pavilion Master, the Great Pavilion Master is you, thank you for saving me!"

Xing Dao finally couldn't suppress the anger in his eyes, and leaned over to pinch the other person's cheek.

The sudden action made Ji Wuye's eyes reveal undisguised fear, and the corners of his lips on his pale cheeks were stained red with blood. At this moment, his lips were slightly open, revealing his pink tongue, and he stammered, unable to speak.

"Why is it you who survived? Why is it you?" The anger in Xing Dao's eyes grew stronger.

As Ji Wuye's master, he naturally knew that the other party was a man with two souls in one body.

But Ji Wuye, who has been trained for such a long time, has now become a waste.

This made him unable to accept it for a while.

"Master, it hurts..." Ji Wuye uttered unclearly.

Xing Dao took a deep breath, and his gaze finally became indifferent. At this moment, he stared at the other person's scarred chest.

Then, his fingertips slid from the woman's cheek down her body.

Ji Wuye's body trembled slightly, but Xing Dao's fingertips lightly touched the wound, drawing the Qi in his body, and the injury immediately improved. The thin blood vessels gradually combined, and the white flesh bulged little by little, as if the flesh and blood were reborn.

The state and the weirdness are still there, Xing Dao thought silently in his heart.

Maybe it can still be used?
"It has come to this... The cultivation and those ghost things are still on you. You will still be the young master in the future."

Xing Dao said calmly, then he tore off his robe and threw it on the other person.

He kicked Ji Wuye's cheek, then pointed to the pavilion attached to the cloud boat in front.

"Go in, before you go back, I don't want to see you again."

Ji Wuye was not angry at all. Instead, he felt relieved and ran in, crawling and staggering.

In the attic room.

Ji Wuye closed the door, then sat on the soft bed without saying a word, his hands wrapped around his knees, his head buried deeply in them, his blood-stained hair hanging down to his sides.

She didn't use any energy.

But the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and even her body twitched slightly, which was difficult to suppress.

If you just look at it this way, it seems like some kind of symptom has occurred.

"Woooooooo..."

It also seemed like she was sobbing because of a miserable experience.

But the curve of the corners of the mouth, hidden deep between the legs, was indeed becoming stranger and wider.

“Woo, woo, woo… woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo.”

She is laughing.

Ji Wuye calmly stretched out his hand, first stroking the cheek that was pinched red by the other party, then falling on the neck that was pinched by Ye Wuyou and bleeding, and finally holding the right breast that had just grown.

Her fingertips were tightly clenched, and the white semicircle kept changing shape in her hands, and her movements seemed to be filled with hatred.

These two pounds of rotten meat are really disgusting. The old man is really a cheapskate. He even helped me recover...

"Ye Wuyou, Xing Dao, you've all been fooled..."

The woman's downcast expression suddenly changed, just as before.

He was still Ji Wuye, still the same Ji Wuye as before. How could he possibly explode himself and still guard such a small area without being affected, leaving that fake "sister" alone?
The one who self-exploded was the soul of the woman he had thrown out.

As for him, he was seriously injured and after he was sure that he was unable to fight again, he disguised himself as a "sister"...

Thinking of the flattering and almost fawning actions he had done towards Ye Wuyou, Ji Wuye's expression changed, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he dry heaved several times.

He even prepared for the worst, in case the other party was tempted by his beauty and raped him directly...

Then I can only admit it.

Fortunately, Ye Wuyou did not do anything strange.

"That old man Xing Dao didn't notice anything unusual. This is an opportunity and a variable... But I was also seriously injured this time. The key is who will perfectly replace this body in the future."

"Besides, do I have to pretend to be a woman from now on? Ugh."

Ji Wuye's eyes were somewhat gloomy. He had been deliberately bringing along a useless sister who was a [copy] of him, and certainly not just looking for trouble.

【Intimate】let him know the secret of Lingxue Pavilion, but he could not resist openly.

If he continued along his current path, the Seventh Realm would not be a chance to change his fate, but a dead end.

Therefore, the "sister" who is of the same origin as himself and fits in perfectly with him is the key. The Soul-Separation Flower he is looking for this time can allow his soul to be separated for a long time without dying. Other than that, he will not bring anything else.

How to do how to do?
Suddenly, a confused voice came from my heart.

"This is... why am I here?"

Ji Wuye's eyes trembled and his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had thought of something, and he looked around his body in disbelief.

A new soul is born...

This time, I used [Copy] too much, and the result was the appearance of another self.

This also means that he doesn't have much time left...

Ji Wuye's expression changed, and the space between his two pupils, starting from the center of his eyebrows, was like a dividing line.

He looked confused and puzzled, and seemed to be thinking about something.

The voice in my heart came again, with doubt.

"I, why am I in a woman's body? I, Ji Wuye, am clearly a man."

"Strange, I'm a man, you, who are you?"

The voice was hurried.

Ji Wuye was just about to say that another weak sister was coming, but he was stunned when he heard this.

No, this sounds familiar.

what……

One of his eyes was still blank, while the other showed a hint of fear and disbelief.

Ji Wuye, who had already reached the sixth realm, suddenly felt a chill spreading throughout his body for no apparent reason.

The other person's words seemed to involve some memories that shouldn't exist, or memories that were subconsciously ignored.

I think I said the same thing at the beginning...

What is the real cost of [copying]?
Ji Wuye opened his mouth. He wanted to respond. He wanted to use his own calculations, his own plans, and his own words to plan everything.

Ji Wuye was able to beg for mercy in the face of Ye Wuyou, so that the other party did not kill him immediately. He was also able to deceive the Pavilion Master of the Seventh Realm, Xing Dao. He was confident that he could still control everything.

He wanted to trick this soul, this [copy] of himself, into becoming mentally retarded and control it.

But he suddenly felt that all the cognition within his soul, the control over the weirdness, and even the memories within his own soul, were disappearing bit by bit.

No, not dissipated.

The price of [copying] is [cutting].

Then, everything about himself was [pasted] onto another soul bit by bit.

Soon, the eye that was revealing deep thoughts dimmed and became dull and dazed.

Instead, the confusion in the other eye dissipated, gradually calming down and becoming even sharper.

The new Ji Wuye took a deep breath, but then his eyes paused and his mind scanned the area.

He sensed the other sluggish soul in his body with some disgust.

"Are you just another copy of me? How disgusting."

At first Ji Wuye just responded with a foolish smile.

"Brother, brother..."

(End of this chapter)