Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 56: Master's Order and Master's Jade
The wind was howling, yellow sand filled the sky, and it seemed as if the world was reduced to an endless desert.
Ji Yin walked against the wind and sand, leaving a footprint on the fine and soft gravel with every step, which was soon covered by the wind and sand.
As the master of Ji Yin Sect, almost no one dares to call him by his name now. The word Ji Yin is just a rare name given to him by his peers in the cultivation world with a little respect.
The rest of the cultivators in the world can only respectfully address him as the Master of Ji Yin Sect.
The wind and sand were so strong that they blocked people's eyes.
Faintly, someone was standing in the sand, with long hair shaking violently in the wind.
He was a tall and thin young man, wearing a snow-white robe that was out of place against the yellow sand of the desert. He was standing in the wind and sand, looking at Jiyin with a smile.
Looking at the figure in front of him with deep and calm eyes, Ji Yin walked over step by step. The passing sand and dust seemed to encounter an invisible wall and fell in front of him, without being able to stain his clothes at all.
"Master Yin's order... My son, long time no see..." A rare smile appeared on Ji Yin's simple and fair face.
80 years ago.
When Yin Shiming was 5 years old, he was playing with the son of the leader of the Soul Refining Sect. He cried out of grievance because his cultivation was slightly inferior to the son.
Ji Yin, who was originally chatting and laughing with the leader of the Soul Refining Sect, suddenly became furious and fought with the leader for three days and three nights. He finally killed the leader and turned his son into a corpse puppet.
Then, a war broke out between the two sects that shocked the cultivation world, and it ended with the Soul Refining Sect's mountain gate being destroyed and the Ji Yin Sect's leader becoming extremely powerful.
When Yin Shiming was 14 years old, he accidentally saw Li Qingmei, a beautiful disciple of the leader of Lanyue Sect, so he went up to her and asked her to have sex with him, but was angrily rebuked by Li Qingmei.
Ji Yin used the Ten Thousand Ghosts Killing Heaven Formation to blockade the Lanyue Sect's mountain gate and killed the Sect Master and elders, a total of 19 people. Finally, the Lanyue Sect offered Li Qingmei as Master Yin's plaything. Three days later, Li Qingmei was killed by Master Yin Yuqi, and her body was fed to the dogs.
As long as his son wants it, Ji Yin will give it to him.
As one of the most advanced late-stage foundation-building cultivators in the cultivation world, he has the qualifications to say this.
"However, this damn God..." Ji Yin raised his head, put away the smile on his face, and looked at the wind and sand in the sky.
Now, at this moment, Master Yin’s life is the same as when he was 18 years old.
It was on that day that he was ambushed by three great cultivators of the righteous path. Even though he sacrificed the Yellow Springs Ten Thousand Demons Banner and used the secret techniques of the ghost path, he still suffered a serious injury and killed one of the other cultivators.
However, his beloved son turned into a pool of blood right before his eyes.
Master Yin was smiling and standing right in front of him, and the black hair that he once loved to stroke was fluttering in the wind.
But Ji Yin did not stop. His five white fingers without a trace of blood silently turned into sharp blood claws and missed Master Yin's life.
Then, a bright red heart appeared in his hand. With a slight force, a ball of blood flower bloomed and floated away in the wind and sand.
Yin Shiming looked back at Ji Yin's back in disbelief, with a complex emotion appearing on his face, like resentment and confusion. Finally, his body turned into a ball of yellow sand, which was peeled off layer by layer by the strong wind and finally dissipated.
The sand in the sky suddenly became strangely still, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The endless desert suddenly disappeared, and Ji Yin felt as if he was stepping on solid ground.
He raised his eyes calmly, and in front of him was a flat stone square. The world that had changed dramatically in a very short period of time turned into a drastic visual contrast.
Ji Yin looked back and saw the neatly arranged stone stairs behind him going straight down with no end in sight, only white mist.
"Ancient cultivators just love to play with these old-fashioned illusions." Ji Yin said with some disdain.
"Master Yin's order? If he hadn't just appeared in front of me, I would have forgotten it long ago."
But then, Ji Yin seemed to remember something, and a gentle look appeared in his eyes.
24 years ago, Yin Shiyu was born.
It is not known whether it is due to the reason of the technique or the mysterious karma , but the ghost practitioners have very few offspring. Ji Yin regards Yin Shi Yu as the foundation of everything he hopes for.
What was given to Yin Shiyu was more than what his brother who died sixty years ago gave him.
It is widely rumored in the cultivation world that Yin Shiyu is even more ruthless and murderous than his brother.
But so what? As long as Yin Shiyu wants it, whether it is something or a person, he will give it to him with both hands.
In the outside world, you are the saint of a certain sect, but in front of Yin Shiyu, you are just the flesh and blood that can be played with and discarded to feed the wild ghosts.
Because the Jiyin Sect is one of the thirty-three sects in the cultivation world.
The cultivators were terrified by Ji Yin's doting on Yin Shi Yu.
But he might be able to make the older generation of cultivators in the cultivation world worry about being implicated and retaliated, while the younger generation of cultivators are young and hot-tempered and do things without considering the consequences, which makes Ji Yin always worried.
"My son, Master Yu. What I still cannot let go of is that I can only give you an Eight-Pattern Ghost Art Dao Fruit. The reason Shui Yunyao is better than you is because she ate the rare Nine-Pattern Ghost Realm Dao Fruit, which enabled her to communicate with high-level ghosts. When I search through the ancient immortal ruins, I will definitely find a way to make up for this and let you stand at the pinnacle of the future cultivation world."
The warmth on Ji Yin's face slowly disappeared. He was about to move forward, but turned around and was inexplicably startled.
With a trembling pale hand, he took out a lifelike little man made of unknown materials from his arms. However, the little man slowly shrank like a deflated ball.
"ah……"
Ji Yin's wrinkle-free face was trembling.
If there were a cultivator who knew Ji Yin here, he would certainly be very surprised that this cruel and murderous giant of the evil path would actually show such an extremely sad and regretful expression.
In the midst of extreme grief, it is difficult to make a sound.
"Who, who is it..."
Ji Yin's throat trembled and he muttered, but his hands kept changing the magic gestures. A soul shaped like himself, covered in black mist, suddenly turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared into the body of the little man.
The great cultivator whose ferocious power shook the entire cultivation world, abandoned his physical body and let his spirit leave his body in a strange and dangerous ruin.
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"The bronze coffin is in the tomb. If you are not strong enough, don't go in."
Walking in the eerie and dark corridor, Wang Chen kept thinking about the few lines of small words he had seen on the gate .
If it weren't for the map in his hand indicating that this was an ancient tomb, the fairy-like square lamps and beautiful buildings would have made Wang Chen certain that this was a palace built underground by a powerful person.
A "窨子墓" means a tomb in which zombies live. In the tomb-robbing world, it is a warning from the elders to the younger generations. The crooked handwriting also proves that the person who wrote it was not well-read.
However, in the world of cultivation, there are not many monsters lower than zombies, so these two lines of words with strong warning implications do not mean much to cultivators.
"Wang Chen."
Xiaoyao suddenly called out, pointing at the Qinggang sword floating in front of her.
The Qinggang sword emitted a dim green light and was controlled by Wang Chen with sword techniques, making it look like a lantern.
I think if you put this Qinggang sword on your head, it might shine farther.
After saying that, Xiaoyao narrowed her eyes, as if waiting to see a joke.
Wang Chen scratched his head in frustration.
His hair was burned to ashes in the explosion of three fire thunderbolts, and even his divine armor became tattered and lost all spiritual power.
Now he has a bald head, the kind that reflects light.
But Baldy is still the living Baldy, but Yin Shiyu is no longer the living Yin Shiyu.
After all, as long as you are alive, your hair will grow again.
“I’m afraid even his father wouldn’t be able to recognize that he doesn’t look like a human.” Wang Chen thought inexplicably.
