12dz Chapter 273: Waiting for a Rabbit to Run into a Tree Stump
Chapter 273: Waiting for a Rabbit to Run into a Tree Stump
"Sir is not entangled in cause and effect, nor is he moved by profit. This is not because he is cowardly, but because he knows that the present situation is nothing but fleeting smoke. Only by turning his heart toward the Great Way can he find the right path." As she retreated, Ye Xiyu raised her eyes and secretly glanced at Mr. Yang sitting in front of her.
She thought to herself.
She felt more and more that the man in front of her was extraordinary and otherworldly, untouched by worldly affairs.
It should be called "Immortal of the Mortal World".
……
The Ye Xiyu sisters left.
"Sister, Mr. Yang is truly a divine being; it seems that all things in heaven and earth are under his control."
"From the air," Ye Zhirou said.
From the moment Mr. Yang asked Ye Xiyu to sell her shares, everything seemed to be developing in the direction he had predicted.
Especially that line, "Looking back on the past, the current hardships are nothing more than this."
She wholeheartedly agreed with this.
Looking back now, the crisis that they felt was like the sky falling and the earth collapsing was really just a ripple in a vast ocean.
negligible.
"Mr. Yang's vision is probably only comparable to those who have lived for hundreds of years and claim to be ancestors!"
Ye Xiyu whispered.
These words reached Yang Jiuli's ears.
He remained calm, took a sip of tea, and spoke slowly.
"Water benefits all things without striving; precisely because it does not strive, no one in the world can contend with it."
"Only in this way can we avoid being tempted by external affairs and thus avoid falling into a deadly trap."
He remained calm as still water.
I brewed myself another pot of spiritual tea.
He didn't care that peaks like "Sunset Glow" had been destroyed.
In the world of cultivation, one must contend with fate and with others for salvation.
If one still has the leisure to meddle in the karma of others and to be compassionate towards humanity, then one is probably tired of living.
However, the matter of Ye Xiyu also made him sigh a few more times.
The world is ever-changing. In the long river of time, the world changes, yin and yang alternate, and things are unpredictable.
Only immortality is eternal.
After making a remark, he took out an ancient book and began to study it.
As night deepened, he entered the secluded courtyard, specifically a bathhouse with a hot spring.
He removed his clothes, placed them on the screen, and stepped into the bath, ready to enjoy a relaxing hot spring bath.
To wash away the dust of the journey.
Xiao Bing lay sprawled to the side, looking languid.
If you look closely...
Inside this bathroom.
A burst of light shone from the ground.
A blue beetle, about the size of a fingernail, quietly appeared.
And from a unique perspective, it scanned the bathtub in front of it.
At this moment, underground.
A woman with a slightly pale face stood on the back of a pangolin.
Her body was enveloped in a yellow light shield, allowing her to remain hidden on the ground.
This woman was none other than Zhu Yaqin, who had escaped from Huanyuan Peak.
At this moment, she took in everything in the bathroom from the perspective of the blue beetle.
"His skin gleams with a metallic sheen; he's a second-tier body cultivator!" Zhu Yaqin's heart skipped a beat.
"They've been hiding it quite well!" she thought to herself, a seductive smile playing on her lips.
"It seems our Mr. Yang has quite a secret... This is truly something to look forward to!"
She murmured to herself, a smile playing on her lips.
At the same time, a burst of mist suddenly sprayed out from the beetle on the ground.
The mist spread, merging with the water vapor and gradually filling the entire bathroom.
A few breaths later.
Xiao Bing, who was lying by the bathtub, opened her eyes and then fainted.
Yang Jiuli, who was stepping into the bath and leaning lazily against the jade pillow by the pool, also frowned slightly.
His eyelids twitched, then drooped down, and he closed his eyes, looking as if he had fallen asleep.
"It's done..." Zhu Yaqin smiled from underground.
"No matter how calm and unmoved you are by external things, even a wisp of the 'Netherworld' energy released by my 'Azure Netherworld Insect' is enough to make a Foundation Establishment cultivator's consciousness confused and fall into a deep sleep. Today, you are destined to be mine."
After chuckling softly, Zhu Yaqin moved her senses and signaled the 'mountain armor' beast beneath her feet to emerge from the ground.
in the bathroom.
A ripple spread across the ground.
A nine-foot-long pangolin beast appeared.
The yellow aura around it disappeared.
Zhu Yaqin took graceful steps, with blooming flowers beneath her feet, carrying her forward.
She walked lightly to the screen.
With a flick of her jade hand, a surge of azure magical power erupted, aiming to snatch away Yang Jiuli's clothes hanging on the screen.
The magic power surged forth, like flowing clouds and blue mist, sweeping the clothes away.
Includes several storage bags.
Seeing this, Zhu Yaqin's smile became even brighter.
However, just as she reached out her delicate hand to catch the storage bag, her pupils suddenly contracted.
But then, Xiao Bing, who had been lying on the ground and had fallen asleep by the bathtub, suddenly opened her eyes.
It opened its small mouth and suddenly exhaled, a blast of cold air sweeping out, freezing the ground wherever it passed.
It suddenly unleashed a inherited spell: freezing a hundred meters away.
A chill instantly filled most of the bathroom; Zhu Yaqin felt the cold air swirling around her, as if it wanted to freeze her.
Terrified, she immediately retreated, and at the same time, she activated her immortal foundation.
A blue light emanated from within him, and a dazzling spiritual flower bloomed, protecting his body within the flower.
call!
A chill swept by, touching the spirit flower and causing its petals to turn frosty.
Zhu Yaqin felt a chill run down her spine. Her gaze shifted, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
"You're not poisoned..." She looked at the bathtub.
But there, a man with metallic skin slowly rose and stepped out of the bath.
A blue light emanated from his body, concealing him.
With a chill running through her heart, Zhu Yaqin moved her jade hand, seemingly wanting to activate the forbidden artifact.
"Soul Tide..." However, at this moment, the man who stepped out of the bath spoke slowly.
In an instant, a surge of divine consciousness from a fake Core Formation cultivator transformed into a raging torrent, sweeping towards Zhu Yaqin in front of her.
boom!
Zhu Yaqin was struck dumb, her body frozen in place.
She felt a terrifying force forcibly invading her consciousness, which then evolved into a tide that sucked her soul into it. She felt as if she were in a vast ocean, with the possibility of being annihilated at any moment, and a great fear surged into her heart.
If death comes.
At this moment, Yang Jiuli strolled out of the bath.
With a flick of his hand, the clothes that were flying toward Zhu Yaqin were swept to his side, and he stretched out his hands, passing them directly through his sleeves.
Dress elegantly.
Immediately, his gaze shifted to a blue beetle on the ground.
He immediately reached out and swept it into the air in front of him.
At this point, the beetle was frozen and its senses were gradually fading.
He glanced at the blue beetle, then turned his gaze to Zhu Yaqin in front of him.
At this moment, Zhu Yaqin's soul was enveloped by the tide and was in imminent danger.
Through the power of the soul tide, Yang Jiuli also invaded his soul sea with a wisp of divine consciousness.
"This is an insect... Interesting!" Within the soul tide, Zhu Yaqin's soul was a ball of light.
Next to the ball of light, there was actually an insect.
The insect was the size of a fingernail and had a metallic sheen.
Upon closer inspection, one could detect Zhu Yaqin's soul aura on the insect.
He used his divine sense to weaken the power of the tides.
Zhu Yaqin's spiritual light was able to catch its breath.
At the same time, the tidal force writhed and condensed into a soul thorn, which then pierced towards the insect.