Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1230 First Meeting
The Demon King has appeared!
In an instant, even though he had made ample mental preparations beforehand, Lü Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for this Saint of the Light Sea.

Yes, a saint.

Based on the information gathered so far, Si Chong definitely deserves the title of a saint. In fact, he is even more saintly than the First Saint!
Of course, this is in a positive sense.

However, due to the existence of the Daoist Master of Cultivation and some previous speculations, he couldn't help but have some unspeakable doubts in his heart.

Therefore, in his mind, Si Chong had many images, and his temperament was imagined in countless ways: as rugged as Pan Huang? As sinister as the First Saint? Or as radiant with wisdom as Dao Tianqi? All these expectations and speculations were frozen in the moment he saw Si Chong with his own eyes.

Soon, he had the answer.

'teacher.'

Indeed, if asked about his first impression of Si Chong, Lü Yang's answer would be "teacher," as Si Chong exudes an air of educating and nurturing.

"This humble Taoist priest is in charge of exorcising spirits. Greetings to both of you fellow Taoists."

A clear, melodious voice drifted over, completely different from Lü Yang's stereotypical impression of the Dharma Body Path. It sounded polite and even a bit weak.

The next second, Lü Yang manipulated his Foundation Establishment soul to quickly distance himself from the Daoist Master of Cultivation. He then attempted to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to temporarily create a physical body. However, as soon as he made a move, a vast and powerful force appeared. By the time he came to his senses, his physical body had already been restored.

【The Path of the Dharma Body】.

In that instant, countless thoughts flickered in Lü Yang's eyes, but in the end he still raised his head and took the initiative to smile and say, "Fellow Daoist Si Chong, it's been a long time."

".oh?"

Si Chong suddenly stopped in his tracks, then very naturally turned his gaze, bypassing Lü Yang, and looked at the Daoist Master of Cultivation: "May I ask your name, fellow Daoist?"

To be honest, there were flaws in this conversation.

At least Lü Yang believed that if he were in the position of the Dao Lord of Cultivation, he would immediately realize that his identity as the Ancestral Dragon was a complete fabrication.

After all, Si Chong couldn't possibly fail to recognize the First Emperor.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Si Chong should be the one to start reminiscing. However, since Lü Yang is not the true Ancestral Dragon, if he were to speak first, it would definitely expose the deception.

Therefore, Lü Yang took the risk and spoke first. Fortunately, Si Chong reacted quickly and cooperated immediately. However, the lack of harmony in the conversation could still be seen by someone skilled in this art and perceptive enough. Even so, the Cultivation Dao Master, this god of war, was obviously not among them.

At this moment, he too was filled with complex emotions.

After all, Lu Yang had long suspected that what he could deduce was the work of the person in front of him. He had even wondered if his own birth was very likely the work of the person in front of him.

This is one of the reasons why he was unwilling to release the other party.

However, we should still play along for now.

Thinking of this, the Daoist Master quickly adjusted his mindset, then raised his head and smiled: "I am a Daoist Master, greetings to Fellow Daoist Si Chong."

"Cultivation?"

Si Chong blinked upon hearing this, then nodded slightly: "Using the false to cultivate the true, that does fit your origins. Fellow Daoist, you've given yourself a good name."

"!?"

In an instant, not only Lü Yang, but even the Dao Master of Cultivation himself had his pupils shrink, realizing Si Chong's unspoken meaning: He knew! He actually knew!
He actually guessed his own origins.

He didn't even try to hide it!

Then, Si Chong continued, "Fellow cultivator, although you now possess the essence of a primordial spirit, you lack the foundation for survival in this world, and your condition is not good."

“Although no problems can be seen in the short term, the primordial spirit and the dharma body are complementary. Fellow Daoist, you do not have a foundation for stabilizing the world, and your primordial spirit also has hidden dangers. In your current state, even if I use [Yin Yang] to help you, you will probably find it difficult to withstand the influence of the Great Dao.”

Si Chong said quite naturally.

In his eyes, Lü Yang saw the same overwhelming wisdom as Dao Tianqi, seemingly analyzing his and the Dao Master's state precisely.

"Fellow Daoist, it's the same."

Soon, Si Chong looked at Lü Yang again, his tone unchanged: "Although this puppet of yours has been blessed by me, there will still be some risks over time."

"Why don't we all come together?" As soon as the words fell, the Cultivation Dao Master and Lü Yang simultaneously felt their vision shake, and then the scene before them underwent a dramatic change.

Just moments ago, the three of them were outside the pavilion, but now they had already fallen inside. The cultivation master almost immediately unleashed his primordial spirit power, attempting to resist the shifting of the evil spirit, but it was too late. The pavilion doors opened and closed, and they had already fallen into the quiet room inside.

What followed was the sound of sermons being recited.

"The Dao is composed of 'zhi' and 'shou'. 'Zhi' represents the body of a dragon, and 'shou' represents the head of a dragon. This character is what I came up with after comprehending the essence of the ancestral dragon."

In an instant, the Daoist Master of Cultivation was stunned.

He was almost irresistibly drawn into a state of listening, and the continuous stream of sermons captivated him, making him completely oblivious to the world around him.

However, Lü Yang was different.

The sermons delivered by the Daoist Master of Cultivation seemed to contain profound and unfathomable truths, but after listening, Lü Yang only found them somewhat noisy.

'Huh? Huh? Huh?'

What are all these?

That being said, the Dao Master of Cultivation was right beside him. If he acted too normally, wouldn't he give himself away? So he could only quickly put on a fake expression.

But at this moment.

"If you don't have wisdom, you don't need to force yourself to listen."

Upon hearing the voice, Lü Yang turned around abruptly, only to see Si Chong leaning against the door of the meditation room with a smile on his lips: "As for fellow cultivators, there is no need to worry."

“He has a serious hidden danger. He is currently trying to repair himself under my guidance. His consciousness is completely immersed in his body and he will not wake up for at least half an hour.”

"On the contrary, it is you, fellow Daoist."

At this point, Si Chong suddenly revealed a hint of curiosity: "Fellow Daoist, you have no wisdom at all, how did you cultivate to your current level?"

Lu Yang: “.”

After a moment of silence, Lü Yang decisively changed the subject: "Does the senior recognize me?"

"I don't recognize it."

Si Chong shook his head, then gave Lü Yang a deep look: "But if I had to say, I had some expectations, after all, there will always be successors."

"Senior, you really can't get out?" Lu Yang suddenly asked.

"Oh?" Si Chong raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Why do you ask that?"

Lu Yang didn't hide anything and said frankly, "Because this place is full of birdsong and fragrant flowers, like a paradise on earth, I don't think you seem to be in a great hurry."

"That's why I asked this question, since you seemed very composed."

"I see."

Si Chong suddenly realized: "It seems that I brought you two here directly, which caused you to misunderstand that this place is not the real world."

As soon as he finished speaking, Si Chong reached out and pushed him away.

In an instant, Lü Yang saw the original paradise shatter, and the boundless world in front of him gradually faded, revealing its true form.

That was the dark vortex they had seen earlier, and within their field of vision, a pair of iron fists were relentlessly pounding on it. Each pounding produced a thunderous sound, and the pauses in between were merely due to the need for intervals in the punching motion, not because the iron fists themselves were slacking off.

His gaze, however, was directed from the first-person perspective of those two iron fists.

The moment Lü Yang saw this scene, he understood Si Chong's meaning, and at the same time, Si Chong's voice drifted over from the other side:

"This place is my sea of ​​consciousness."

(End of this chapter)