I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 54

It would be sad without you

“Of course not.” Qiu Yin’an blurted out the answer. He curled his lips slightly, a little unhappy that Wan Qiongju didn’t think of going with him.

Join forces with a witch cultivator?Qiu Yin’an felt it was ridiculous. It was lucky that he and Wu Xiu didn’t get into a fight this time, let alone join forces.

Moreover, he had a vague feeling in his heart that Nagakawa and the others were planning some conspiracy. Even if it was true that they wanted to kill Chenliang, the matter would never be as simple as it seemed.

The Qiu Clan was once the key sect in the genocide of witch cultivators, and the shaman cultivators’ hatred for the Qiu Clan was deep in their bones. If the shaman cultivators wanted to lay out an eight-square formation to kill people, the probability that the target would be Qiu Yin’an would be much greater than that of Chen Liang.

But now, the witch cultivator is able to temporarily put aside his past grudges and join forces with himself, who has a feud with them, to kill another person. Behind this unreasonableness, there is definitely an ulterior secret hidden.

Qiu Yin’an didn’t know what the secret was, nor how Chenliang and Wu Xiu got to this point. His intuition told him not to get involved with Wu Xiu.

Wan Qiongju’s eyes glanced at the corners of Qiu Yin’an’s downwardly curved mouth. He raised his hand and moved closer to Qiu Yin’an, rubbing his fingertips on the back of Qiu Yin’an’s hand as if to please, “I asked inappropriately, master, don’t be angry.”

“It’s not really angry.” Qiu Yin’an was rubbed until the back of his hand was itchy. He raised his hand to open Wan Qiongju’s hand and sighed, “Forget it, let’s go.”

“Mu Yang Xianzun is so stubborn?” Changchuan rubbed his thumb on his lower lip, “Since you are unwilling to join forces with us, then we can go our separate ways.”

Changchuan snapped his fingers and pointed forward with his arm, and Wu Xiu made way for Qiu Yin’an and Wan Qiongju.

Changchuan shouted from behind the two of them: “Don’t blame me for not warning you. That pond bell beast is not easy to deal with. You may die if you be careful.”

“Oh, then you have to be more careful.” Qiu Yin’an raised his eyebrows and looked at Changchuan and said, “He is defeated.”

“Last time, someone helped you. Do you think you can hurt me on your own? I am the left guard beside the Great Witch Lord. When I was capable, you didn’t know where you would be reincarnated -”

Qiu Yin’an turned a deaf ear to Changchuan’s roar. He and Wan Qiongju walked side by side until they couldn’t hear anything at all.

Qiu Yin’an is a frank person, so frank that he can’t even hide his emotions towards himself. He said forget it, but in his heart he was still upset about Wan Qiongju’s question just now.

Although there is no complete empathy in this world, Wan Qiongju knows that he has a grudge against the witch cultivator. Since he knows, why do he still ask?He originally thought that Wan Qiongju had a close connection with him.

Unexplained emotions were fermenting quietly. As he walked, Qiu Yin’an suddenly stopped. He glared at the empty space in front of his feet and said angrily: “The witch cultivator cursed me and made me lose all my relatives. Even if I die here to pieces, I will never join forces with the witch cultivator.”

Wan Qiongju also stopped. Qiu Yin’an’s sudden burst of anger made him stunned for a moment. He stared blankly at Qiu Yin’an’s side face, and his eyelashes trembled a few times before he came back to his senses, “Master, I was wrong.”

What Qiu Yin’an left for him was still the profile. Wan Qiongju was a little flustered. He immediately walked around to Qiu Yin’an’s eyes, but Qiu Yin’an suddenly glanced away, intentionally not to meet his eyes.

At that moment, Wan Qiongju felt that the sky was falling.

“Master – please pay attention to me, I really know I was wrong.” Wan Qiongju’s voice was slightly hoarse, and his heart was racing like the small flame hanging in front of the two of them.

Qiu Yin’an took a deep breath. He looked into the young man’s anxious and moist eyes, and didn’t know how to express his inner feelings.

He asked Wan Qiongju, “Why do you still want to join forces when you know that the witch cultivator is my enemy?”

Or ask, “Have you forgotten that many of my relatives died under the curse of the witch cultivator?”

Or ask: “When you proposed joining forces, did you ever think about my feelings?”

But on second thought, these harsh words were a bit excessive. His Xiao Wan had always been very good, but this incident made him unhappy.

Although Wan Qiongju looks calm on weekdays, after all, he is only sixteen years old, and he has followed him at such a young age. He should be more tolerant of whatever happens, so that the two of them can live together for a long time.

Wan Qiongju didn’t know what Qiu Yin’an was thinking. All he could see was the disappointment in Qiu Yin’an’s eyes. That disappointment was sharper than any dagger in the world, and it hurt his heart.

“Master, I beg you -” The second half of Wan Qiongju’s sentence was stuck in his throat, and there was a sharp pain in his heart. His brows instantly furrowed, and his body fell uncontrollably onto Qiu Yin’an.

Qiu Yin took the person into his arms and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s okay.” Wan Qiongju answered in a very soft voice. He clutched the material on Qiu Yin’an’s sleeves tightly, trying to relieve the pain, but the congestion feeling continued to surge upwards unexpectedly, making his heart feel like it was going to explode.

Qiu Yin’an realized that something was wrong. He held Wan Qiongju’s arms and looked carefully into Wan Qiongju’s eyes. He found that the mist in Wan Qiongju’s eyes was the same as before Yao Ye went crazy.

Wan Qiongju’s way of improving his cultivation is different from that of ordinary monks. He does not rely on himself, but relies on his dual cultivation with Qiu Yin’an, who has a high level of cultivation. He uses the bed to communicate with each other’s meridians and blend spiritual power. When taking this shortcut, you have to be careful, don’t be greedy, and don’t be impatient.

But during this period, Wan Qiongju was eager to improve his skills and practiced double cultivation with Qiu Yin’an very frequently.

Wan Qiongju’s skills have indeed improved very quickly, but his foundation is weak. The spiritual power in his body is like a mess of loose threads. A slight fluctuation in his mind will cause chaos. If this disorder gets bigger, Wan Qiongju will be like this now, going crazy.

Qiu Yin’an looked at Wan Qiongju’s pale face, and the sullenness he had felt just now was forgotten. He held Wan Qiongju’s waist with one hand, and took his knee with the other, lifting him up horizontally, and moved him to the front of the stone wall, “Xiao Wan, adjust your breathing quickly.”

Wan Qiongju’s lip was bleeding from his bite. His face was covered in cold sweat and his body was trembling. He still asked, “Master, don’t you blame me anymore?”

“No wonder, don’t think too much, just calm down and adjust your breath.” Qiu Yin’an sat cross-legged behind Wan Qiongju, with his palms on Wan Qiongju’s back, trying to help him sort out his disordered energy, but his own spiritual power was suppressed by the Yin Qi in the blood cave, and the more he rushed to gather his strength, the less he could gather it.

Once, twice, three times…

All are not possible.

The disordered spiritual energy was rushing through Wan Qiongju’s blood. Wan Qiongju was the least afraid of pain. When he was tortured by the two cousins ​​of the Wang family in Wan Zongshan, he was stunned without saying a word. Now he was in pain and couldn’t straighten his back. Qiu Yin’an watched Wan Qiongju suffer but was helpless. This was undoubtedly a kind of insult to Qiu Yin’an.

People who are possessed by evil spirits will have their hearts eaten back by the spiritual power, and they will bleed to death. If they are lucky enough, their souls will burst into pieces. Qiu Yin’an will never let such a result happen to his Xiaowan.

If he couldn’t condense the spiritual power, he would try again. He would try a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times. If it really couldn’t be condensed, Qiu Yin’an also prepared for the worst. He would use the blood as a guide to attract Wan Qiongju’s chaotic spiritual energy to himself, and let the chaotic force explode in his body. As long as Wan Qiongju didn’t die.

While trying, Wan Qiongju spurted out a mouthful of blood. Qiu Yin’an knew that it would be too late if he didn’t seduce him. But misfortunes never come singly. As soon as Qiu Yin’an bit his hand, the witch cultivator came again.

The uninvited guests in gold and black robes broke into Qiu Yin’an’s sight, making his eyes swell and hurt. Qiu Yin’an’s tone was on the verge of collapse, “What do you want to do? What are you going to do with always chasing after us?”

Changchuan replied impatiently: “Who is following you? This is the only way to find the Tan Bell Beast. It’s not because you were walking slowly that we met again.”

Qiu Yin’an said in an anxious tone, “If you want to pass this road, pass it quickly.”

“Damn, you have such a bad temper. How can Bai Chengying persist in stalking for so long? I can’t stand it even for a day.” Changchuan muttered as he led the people forward. He suddenly caught a glimpse of Wan Qiongju who was meditating, and stopped, “What’s wrong with him?”

Qiu Yin’an’s heart skipped a beat, and Wan Qiongju’s mouth was filled with blood. He was so anxious but stood aside and did nothing. Anyone with a slightly bent head could guess the current predicament of their master and apprentice.

It’s over. Is it possible that today I and Xiao Wan will be taken care of by people like Chang Chuan?No, this can’t be the end. His Xiao Wan wants to have a bright future, and he can’t just give it to him like this.

Qiu Yin’an suddenly had an idea. He realized that Changchuan was both a disaster and an opportunity. “Changchuan, do you want a soul-protecting lamp?”

Hearing this, Changchuan’s eyes lit up, and Qiu Yin’an continued: “You help him adjust his breathing, and I will give you a soul-protecting lamp.”

“Really?” Changchuan’s eyes widened in surprise and became a little arrogant, “So you are asking for something from me?”

Qiu Yin’an was so anxious that she stamped her feet: “Do you agree or not? Hurry -”

Changchuan spread his hands and smiled, “How can I refuse to agree to this great thing? It’s just that you asked me for something, and I have a condition. You hurt my hand earlier, isn’t it time to settle the score now?”

Qiu Yin’an glanced at Wan Qiongju. Wan Qiongju’s eyes were already bloodshot and he might bleed at any time. “You can do whatever you want. Help him adjust his breathing quickly. It’s too late.”

Changchuan licked his lips and said, “Cut off one of your hands and use the knife you used to hurt me. I will help him adjust his breathing right away.”

Qiu Yin’an: “I can’t summon the magic weapon now.”

Nagakawa: “You don’t want to, right?”

Qiu Yin’an: “Give me a knife.”

Wan Qiongju’s pupils were blurred, and he could no longer see the scene in front of him clearly. Hearing Changchuan’s request, he barely made a sound with a hoarse voice, “You are so presumptuous that you dare to hurt him, why don’t you adjust your breath quickly?”

It’s over, Wan Qiongju has already started talking nonsense, and it’s really too late to ignore him anymore.

Qiu Yin’an stretched out his hand, begging for someone among the shaman cultivators to give him a knife so that he could chop off his hand, but no one handed it to him.

In despair, a man from Wu Xiuli rushed out and sat behind Wan Qiongju, “Hold your breath and concentrate while I adjust your breathing.”

This person was the one who stood up just now and advised Changchuan to resolve his personal grudges with him another day.

Qiu Yin’an froze, and the despair in his eyes was instantly replaced by shock. He rubbed his eyes and saw clearly that the man was indeed helping Wan Qiongju adjust his breathing, and it was not his imagination.

Qiu Yin’an tenses up and doesn’t dare to look away from Wan Qiongju for a moment. He doesn’t know why this person doesn’t listen to Changchuan’s arrangements, and why he is willing to show mercy and save his master and his disciples from misery. Maybe everything cannot be generalized, just like there are good people among witch cultivators.

After a while, Wan Qiongju’s eyes regained clarity.

“Master.” Wan Qiongju’s voice became clear and powerful.

Qiu Yin’an rushed to Wan Qiongju, and suddenly his whole body went weak, and his knees hit the ground hard, but he didn’t notice the pain at this moment. He ignored the person behind him and hugged him in his arms, “I thought this was our end.”

Wan Qiongju hugged him tightly and said, “I deserve to die for making Master worry about me.”

“You are not allowed to say the word death.” Qiu Yin’an’s hands were still shaking because of the excitement of the rest of the disaster. He pinched Wan Qiongju’s back, “I’m afraid without you.”

Wan Qiongju’s breath stagnated, and then a sweet smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, “Me too.”

The man who adjusted Wan Qiongju’s breath gathered his energy and calmed his mind, coughed twice, and said: “The spiritual power is just stable, and it needs to be cultivated quietly for three days. Don’t use magic power again, and -”

He paused for a moment and then said: “The meridians that have just been stabilized are most afraid of the surge of Qi and blood, so even if the souls and breaths are not fused, they should not be too entangled with each other.”

The words were vague enough. Qiu Yin’an let go of Wan Qiongju’s arms and stood up. He bit the bullet and said to the kind-hearted witch cultivator, “Thank you for reminding me.”

Qiu Yin’an never thought that one day he would say such things to a shaman cultivator. Things in the world are unpredictable.

“Jian Fan, who told you to make your own decisions?” Changchuan accused.

“Shut up, you and I are the guardians of the Great Witch Lord, and I don’t have to obey your orders.” Jian Fan responded to Chang Chuan’s words, and bowed his hands to Qiu Yin’an, “I am the right protector of the Great Witch Lord Jian Fan.”

Jian Fan’s posture is respectful and he looks dignified and steady, not as arrogant as Chang Chuan.

Qiu Yin’an, the witch cultivator, is not as disgusted as others. Of course, this is also because he is Wan Qiongju’s savior.

Qiu Yin’an: “Thank you very much.”

Jian Fan nodded and said, “I just checked the disciple’s spiritual veins. Mu Yangxianzun doesn’t need to worry too much. He can rest for a while. But what are Muyang Xianzun’s next plans?”

Qiu Yin’an was stunned by this question, but before Qiu Yin’an could answer, Jian Fan continued: “The pond bell beast is very ferocious. Now the disciple needs to rest, and Mu Yang Xianzun has to be busy setting up positions and taking care of his beloved disciple. I’m afraid I won’t be able to do all the work.”

Not only was he lacking in skills, but his own magic power was suppressed like this. How could he still deal with the Tan Bell Beast?Wan Qiongju is like this now. This time he went out to do errands without looking at the almanac, which was really inappropriate.

Seeing that Qiu Yin’an was still hesitant, Jian Fan continued in a calm tone: “To be honest, I just saw that the disciple was possessed by a maniac. Although Mu Yang Xianzun was jealous in his anxiety, he never adjusted his breath personally. It must be that his magic power was suppressed by the evil spirit here.”

Qiu Yin’an was startled. He pretended to be calm and replied: “The evil spirit here does have some influence on me. In addition, I was anxious just now, so I turned my spiritual energy around, thinking that if I messed up the spiritual energy in my meridians for him, it wouldn’t be worth it.”

Hearing this, Jian Fan blinked and chuckled, “That’s it.”

He continued: “However, I still want to bring up the matter of joining forces with Mu Yang Xianzun again. Chenliang’s birth date is recorded in the sect’s jade certificate. You must know it, but it is difficult for us to see it. We have tried to deduce it, but we are afraid that something will go wrong and harm others, and we will miss the opportunity to deal with Chenliang. If you are willing to reveal your birthday, I, the witch cultivator, will do our best to help us and win-win. Do you want to give it a try, Muyang Xianzun?”

Qiu Yin’an fell into deep thought, and his heart was pulled by two forces. On one side was the surging old resentment, and on the other was the heavy reality.

His own spiritual power was suppressed, and Wan Qiongju needed to rest. The two of them could only stop moving forward.

Is it possible that he really wants to join forces with the witch cultivator who killed all his relatives? He has some trouble in his heart that the person in front of him is a witch cultivator.

Changchuan suddenly spoke at this time, “Qiu, your disciple’s life was saved by our shaman cultivators. If you really want to have nothing to do with us, hand over the life of your beloved disciple.”

Nagakawa’s voice was so damn harsh, but he was right.

Jian Fan said again: “Master Mu Yang, let go of the old grudges for the time being. Do you hope that Chen Liang will continue to live in the world and occupy the position of Lord that should belong to you? I have another news to tell you. Chen Liang already knows that the elders of Qingxuan Peak intend to recommend you to the position of Lord, and he has also found you.Evidence of crossing the line with your own disciples, think about it, you yourself broke the rules of Qingxuan Peak that masters and disciples cannot practice dual cultivation. What will happen if the elders find out about it? I guess it is unlikely that they will turn to Chenliang’s side because of this matter, but they still have to protect your reputation, otherwise how can you ascend to the position of Lord with no guilt.”

Jian Fan glanced at Wan Qiongju, and then his eyes fell back on Qiu Yin’an’s somewhat shaken face, “But how can you pay it back? It’s just that your disciple shamelessly seduced you and then got rid of him. Can you bear to watch him be destroyed?”

Qiu Yin’an couldn’t do it. He had already planned that when he ascended to the position of Lord, he would change the bullshit rules and marry Wan Qiongju openly.

Wan Qiongju stepped forward and held his hand, “Don’t think so much, just do what you want in your heart.”

Qiu Yin’an clenched his other hand tightly into a fist, his nails digging into his flesh. He thought for a long time and solemnly replied: “I promise you.”