Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 105 Changsun Yu

Pei Xia, holding the reward, slowly walked around to the back door of the alchemy room, knocked, and waited for a small opening to appear.

A cultivator with a small mustache looked at Pei Xia through the small window, and after inquiring about his purpose, he opened the door for him.

As soon as the door opened, a strong sense of heat rushed out.

Pei Xiaping usually uses teapots and washbasins for alchemy, a lavish affair rarely seen on Mount Wei.

Upon entering, seeing the long flames like snakes and four side by side alchemy furnaces burning red-hot inside, Pei Xia almost thought they were actually refining pills.

Until another vegetarian monk put on ritual gloves and took a plate of freshly baked, soft desserts out of the oven...

"Ingredients!"

The man with the mustache who had greeted Pei Xia handed him a prescription and two baskets of ingredients, giving him a quick wink: "There's a queue outside!"

Pei Xia was stunned for a moment, then felt deeply fortunate to have chosen the twelfth realm of martial arts.

The job prospects for vegetarian chefs are extremely worrying!
Meanwhile, in the plaza outside, Changsun Yu and Xia Xuan, who were looking at each other, were abruptly interrupted by the sudden intrusion of Pei Xia's unfamiliar head.

Xia Xuan glanced at Pei Xia a couple more times.

Unfortunately, she only caught a glimpse of him at the inn back then. Now that his dark circles were gone, he looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.

Just then, the long queue moved forward a few steps, so she could only turn around and join the queue again, filled with a bit of curiosity.

As for Changsun Yu, he lowered his head and chuckled, then waved his sleeves and walked towards the largest main hall in the sect.

The main hall of the Lingxiao Sword Sect is built against the mountain, and in addition to holding meetings and receiving guests, it also contains a cave dwelling.

Especially the deepest meditation room at the top, which is where Wu Shouxi secluded herself for cultivation.

As Changsun Yu climbed the tower, the number of his fellow disciples around him dwindled. When he reached the inner chamber where his master was in seclusion, the place was empty and desolate, and he was all alone.

The wooden windows facing the square let in pale sunlight, which, mixed with the floating dust, fell on him.

Changsun Yu raised his hand and gently stroked the door. Intricate array patterns immediately appeared, pulsating with powerful spiritual energy.

“Master, your disciple has returned,” he said.

There was no response from inside the house; all was quiet.

This is normal; the dance master has been in seclusion for many years, and his mind must be deep and focused.

But Changsun Yu seemed completely unaware of this, and continued to say softly, "Master, I saw Xia Xuan today. She is Fu Hongshuang's disciple. Her cultivation is profound and she has sword energy. Given time, she may even surpass her master Fu Hongshuang in achievement."

"Also, the subtle sense of familiarity I felt a couple of days ago has now been traced back to its source: it was a little girl that Wang Su brought up the mountain."

"Unfortunately, that aura was too weak. She must have just happened to come into contact with it, and it's not the person I'm looking for."

"Master, why aren't you answering me, Master?"

A sickly blush began to spread across Changsun Yu's eerie face. His brows furrowed, his expression a mixture of alluring satisfaction and deep-seated forbearance and pain.

Spiritual energy began to surge within his body. He raised his hand, his five fingers swirling with pure spiritual energy as he swept it across the array patterns on the door of the secluded meditation chamber.

Setting up formations is a skill of a sixth-level master. Although formations vary in difficulty, the difficulty of overcoming them also varies from person to person.

But for martial artists, no matter how simple or complex, the key to breaking through is always to overcome skill with brute force.

But what Changsun Yu is doing is clearly not the case.

He seemed to be tracing the threads of the array, dismantling the complex array patterns in reverse using an inconceivable method!

With a wave of his hand, the brilliance of the array dissipated, and specks of spiritual light flowed down from his fingertips like fragments. His gold-embroidered purple robe fluttered gently as he reached out and pushed open the secret chamber where his dance master was in seclusion.

In the dim light, a figure knelt on the brocade cushion.

Xi, the head dancer of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, stared at Changsun Yu as he entered through the door, his long, disheveled hair and the eerie darkness creating a sense of unease.

In the dim light filtering into the secret chamber, one could see thick iron chains, shimmering with array patterns, tightly binding Xi's hands and feet.

Her slender arms were constricted by iron hoops around her wrists, and her bare, snow-white ankles, which should have been graceful and ethereal, were cruelly pierced by two sharp spikes and nailed to the floor of the secret room.

The worn-out dance costume barely covered her body, draped haphazardly over Xi's body, revealing the intense struggles and resistance this lead dancer had displayed in the past.

But it was obvious that she failed.

Looking into his master's still clear and stubborn eyes, Changsun Yu smiled slightly with a hint of teasing and pity: "Don't look at me like that. Under my leadership, the Lingxiao Sect has added the word 'sword' to its name and is thriving."

"Once I defeat Xia Xuan at this sword-testing competition and become famous, I can then try to force Fu Hongshuang to bring out her inheritance for a wager."

"On the day the sword and dance become one, the Lingxiao Sword Sect will stand proudly over Youzhou, and even look down on the entire Nine Provinces. Master, as the head dancer, shouldn't you be happy?"

He glanced sideways at Xi, whose disheveled appearance gave her an unusual beauty, his gaze lingering for a moment on her slightly pale cherry lips, before suddenly realizing, "Oh, I forgot."

Changsun Yu stood beside Xi, raised his hand, and gently touched her lips.

With just a touch, the dense and invisible array of spiritual patterns vanished instantly.

Xi can speak now.

But she did not respond to Changsun Yu's smug and arrogant words.

She stared intently at her disciple's handsome yet otherworldly face, and her slightly hoarse voice uttered a deep whisper: "Demon, get off my disciple!"

Changsun Yu immediately laughed, covering his mouth and laughing so hard he almost fell over: "Master, Master, I should really be moved. Even now, you still don't think I'm myself?"

Xi weakly exhaled warm breath from her mouth and nose: "My disciple is intelligent, kind, and upright. He has been a disciple for fourteen years, respecting his teachers, helping the weak and punishing the strong, and being honest and upright. He is not a beast like you!"

These few words seemed to evoke distant memories for Changsun Yu.

He reached out and lovingly stroked his master's disheveled hair, his fingertips tracing across Xi's pale, delicate face, revealing her stunningly beautiful profile: "I've changed, Master."

With his fingers lowered, Changsun Yu gently raised his hand, and spiritual power swept out, instantly sealing Xi's lips with an invisible array.

The dancer began to struggle violently, but the long period of imprisonment had left her body extremely weak, and the spiritual energy within her body was almost completely depleted due to the continuous influence of the array.

Aside from the clanging sound of the chains rattling, there was nothing she could do.

Changsun Yu walked out of the secret room and slowly closed the door, gradually blocking out the light until there was only a tiny crack.

Changsun Yu stood on the other side of the door and let out a long sigh: "When I am enduring the most terrifying and tragic pain in the world, what can I, the kind, upright, and honorable person, do?"

With a soft click, the door closed.

His purple robes fluttered, and spiritual energy surged. Even a formation that would require careful arrangement by a sixth-realm master was restored with a wave of his hand.

This power, which seemed to see through the essence of everything in the world, was the source of his confidence in defeating Xia Xuan this time.

The flickering crimson flames in my mind suddenly burst forth.

A fleeting sting made Changsun Yu's eye twitch involuntarily.

It's okay... it's okay... if this is the price of power...

(End of this chapter)