Reincarnation Immortal Venerable: Starting from the Ninety-Nineth Incarnation

Li Yanzhou lay on the wooden bed, the events of three days ago still lingering in his mind.

Three days ago

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"I'm sorry, Master, I want to live."

Li Yanran's voice was very soft, without the slightest ripple, yet it carried a resolute coldness.

Xuanzhenzi sat half-sitting on the head seat of the Qingxuan Main Hall, blood continuously seeping from the hideous wound on his chest, his spiritual energy was strangely disordered, and his aura was so weak that it was almost non-existent.

He had just been severely injured by Mo Yuan, the leader of the demonic path, and his heart meridian was completely damaged. He didn't even have the strength to lift his hand, but when he looked at Li Yanran, there was no fear in his eyes, only disbelief.

This was his most trusted disciple. He had just used his last bit of strength to shield Li Yanran, only to receive such a cold remark in return.

"Yanran...you...?" Xuanzhenzi opened his mouth, his voice weak and barely audible, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Before he could finish speaking, Li Yanran flashed forward, his icy hand piercing through Xuanzhenzi's robes and chest, gripping his heart tightly.

Warm blood dripped from Li Yanran's fingertips, staining his robes red. Xuanzhenzi's eyes went from shock to death as he collapsed to the ground. The whisk in his hand clattered to the ground and rolled to Li Yanran's feet.

Li Yanran slowly withdrew his hand, cradling the still-beating heart in his palm. His expression was blank, and the strength in his hand unconsciously tightened until the heart turned into a blood mist and dissipated.

"Hahaha! Good! Well done!" A wild laugh came from the side of the hall. A figure shrouded in black mist stood there, his demonic energy surging. It was Mo Yuan, who had severely injured Xuan Zhenzi. His voice was hoarse and cold, and his body was filled with demonic energy. Clearly, he had also exhausted a lot of his strength in this battle.

"Li Yanran, you really know how to be pragmatic." Mo Yuan stepped forward slowly, glancing at the "corpse" on the ground, his tone mocking, "This old man risked his life to protect you, never expecting to die at the hands of his most beloved disciple."

As soon as the words were spoken, a group of black-clad demonic cultivators surged into the hall, their bodies surrounded by demonic energy. A minor leader knelt down and reported, "My lord, all the cultivators of the Qingxuan Sect have been wiped out. Thanks to the help of 'Young Master Li,' those elders whose cultivation had improved rapidly were all personally killed by Young Master Li."

Seeing the current situation, the other demonic cultivators all clamored:

"Qingxuan's number one genius even dared to kill his own master, that's ruthless!"

"With Xuanzhenzi dead, all the resources of Qingxuan Mountain will belong to us!"

Li Yanran snorted coldly, her gaze sharp as she stared intently at Mo Yuan, her tone cold and resolute: "I have already killed Xuanzhenzi, you should fulfill your promise."

"A promise?" Mo Yuan scoffed, his laughter filled with undisguised contempt. He released his pressure, rendering Li Yanran unable to move. He slowly stepped forward, gently raising his fingertips, and forcefully injected a wisp of dense demonic energy into Li Yanran's brow. "I have already planted a demonic seed in you; you have no right to negotiate."

Before he finished speaking, a wisp of dense demonic energy from Mo Yuan's fingertip forcefully entered Li Yanran's brow. Li Yanran's body trembled violently, and his eyes uncontrollably glowed red, but he suppressed it with his strong willpower. The spiritual energy around him became disordered due to this heart-wrenching pain.

Mo Yuan abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sweeping towards the corner of the hall, suddenly brightening. Li Yanzhou and Su Qingyao huddled behind a stone pillar, their faces deathly pale, their bodies trembling, barely daring to breathe.

They had come to tell Li Yanran about the extraordinary encounter the two had made deep in the herb garden. On the way, they discovered that the spiritual energy of the sect was abnormally chaotic and mixed with a strange, cold aura. So the two of them made their way to the main hall. As soon as they arrived at the hall, they stumbled upon this tragedy and were so frightened that they could not move.

Mo Yuan withdrew his gaze, his tone threatening: "The demonic seed is embedded deep within your meridians, entangled in your Dao foundation. With a single thought, I can shatter your meridians and destroy your Dao foundation. Now, kill these two remnants of Qingxuan, sever your ties with your sect. If you do well, I will relieve your heart-devouring pain, help you refine the demonic seed, and elevate your cultivation to a higher level."

Li Yanzhou felt a chill run through his body; Mo Yuan's words were like sharp knives piercing his heart.

He looked at the brother who had once protected him, whose eyes were now only cold. His heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

Su Qingyao clung tightly to his arm, her voice trembling, "Yanzhou, run!"

Li Yanran's gaze fell on Li Yanzhou, her once gentle eyes now covered with ice, and a look of extreme pain and struggle flashed across her eyes.

He deliberately released the pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, each step causing the bluestone slabs of the hall to tremble slightly, but he deliberately slowed down his pace, giving the two a chance to catch their breath.

"Brother...it's me, it's A-Zhou!" Li Yanzhou's voice trembled as he reached out his hand in a pleading manner.

Li Yanran did not stop. He gathered spiritual energy in his palm, and the power of the Foundation Establishment Realm surged as he slapped towards Li Yanzhou. However, the speed at which the spiritual energy was gathered was a moment slower than usual, and he deliberately held back three-tenths of the force.

"Watch out!" Su Qingyao shoved Li Yanzhou away and took the blow head-on.

The spiritual energy struck her chest, shattering the low-level defensive talisman in her hand. She groaned, spitting out blood, and crashed into a stone pillar. Her face was ashen, and her breath was so weak it was almost gone.

"Qingyao!" Li Yanzhou's eyes widened in horror. He rushed over and hugged her, his voice filled with both pain and rage. He looked up and roared, "Brother! Wake up! She is Qingyao, and I am your younger brother, A-Zhou!"

Li Yanran remained silent, then raised her hand again, her eyes icy cold.

Without further hesitation, Li Yanzhou picked up Su Qingyao and ran away.

With only the late stage of the Qi Sensing Realm cultivation, he was no match for them, and his only way out was to escape.

Li Yanran sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from him and thought to himself: A-Zhou can cultivate now? He's actually at the late stage of the Qi Sensing Realm?

He deliberately lagged behind the demonic cultivators, keeping a moderate distance, never giving his all to catch up. He even secretly used his spiritual energy to interfere with the demonic cultivators behind him, giving Li Yanzhou more time to escape.

"Trying to run?" Mo Yuan sneered, waving his hand to order, "Chase them! A Qi Sensing Realm waste and a seriously injured girl—catch them, cripple their cultivation, and feed them to demon beasts!"

The demonic cultivators swarmed out, their shouts shattering the tranquility of Qingxuan Mountain. No one noticed that Mo Yuan, watching Li Yanran's retreating figure, had a hint of suspicion flash in his eyes as he secretly gathered a wisp of demonic energy at his fingertips.

Li Yanzhou carried Su Qingyao and ran desperately, with the pursuers getting closer and closer behind them.

Su Qingyao, her breath weak, tugged at his sleeve: "Yanzhou... don't worry about me, run by yourself..."

"No!" Li Yanzhou gritted his teeth, blood seeping from his lips. "I won't abandon you and run to the back mountain!" The back mountain path was rugged and filled with miasma. It was the most remote place in Qingxuan Mountain and the only place he could think of to hide.

"Yanzhou... I can't go on..." Su Qingyao leaned her head on his shoulder, her breath growing weaker and weaker.

Li Yanzhou was exhausted; his arms felt heavy and sore, as if filled with lead, and his steps became slower and slower.

He gritted his teeth. Rather than be killed by the demonic forces, he would rather jump off the cliff. With his current cultivation level, he might still have a chance to survive.

A moment later, he rushed to the edge of the cliff.

The cliffs soared into the clouds, with a bottomless abyss shrouded in mist below. The wind howled, and the pursuers arrived in an instant, surrounding the two of them.

Li Yanran looked up and met Li Yanzhou's gaze. Pain, reluctance, and a hidden expectation flashed in his eyes, then were covered by coldness.

He stepped forward slowly, and among the spiritual energy gathered in his palm was a faint, almost imperceptible black light—the aura of a demonic seed.

"Brother, are you really going to kill me?" Li Yanzhou held Su Qingyao and retreated step by step, with an abyss behind them. "We're brothers. Have you forgotten to protect me? Have you forgotten to use your contributions to exchange for the Warming Meridian Pill?"

The demonic seed within Li Yanran surged wildly, and the excruciating pain caused cold sweat to bead on his forehead. He gritted his teeth, his mind a jumble of warm memories and the deadly situation before him, bringing him to the brink of collapse.

He had to harden his heart and completely sever Li Yanzhou's hopes in order to survive.

"Shut up!" Li Yanran roared sharply, his voice filled with disgust.

He raised his hand, gathering all his Dao Foundation Realm spiritual energy and demonic energy, and unleashed a black palm wind tinged with blue, striking Li Yanzhou fiercely.

Li Yanzhou was powerless to dodge, holding Su Qingyao tightly, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

The palm strike to his chest sent him flying, and the two of them plummeted toward the cliff.

Enveloped in mist, their descent accelerated. Li Yanzhou held Su Qingyao tightly, thinking to himself: What should I do? My cultivation level isn't high enough to fly, and there's nowhere to get a foothold here. Who can save me?

On the cliff, Mo Yuan watched the two disappear into the clouds and laughed with satisfaction. He patted Li Yanran on the shoulder and said, "What a pity. What a fine blood meal. Oh well, let's go find the Boundary-Breaking Seal. This clone is just a clone after all. Help me unseal my main body first."

Li Yanran stared blankly into the abyss, raised her hand to look at her own hands, and a tear slid down her cheek, instantly evaporating in the demonic energy.

Just as Li Yanzhou's consciousness was about to completely dissipate, a faint yet steady figure flashed through the clouds and mist. A pair of strong hands gently pulled him into their arms, carrying a faint scent of herbs, and flew rapidly towards the dense forest at the bottom of the cliff, leaving behind swirling clouds and mist, and the loneliness and struggle of the white-clad figure on the cliff.