I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 57
byYear after year, we embrace the morning glory together
Sincerity?
Jian Fan said these two words solemnly and sincerely.
But for some reason, Qiu Yin’an found it ridiculous.
Qiu Yin’an’s intuition told him that behind Jian Fan’s seemingly frankness, there must be a huge trap waiting for him.
Qiu Yin’an was wary, and Jian Fan had long known that Qiu Yin’an would not trust him easily.
Empty words are ultimately false, and only solid actions are the best proof.
“We will help you break the curse now.” Jian Fan didn’t waste any more words. He clasped his five fingers and condensed a dark poisonous mist. The poisonous gas penetrated into Long Yue’s body along his nose. In less than a breath, Jian Fan completed the spell.
In Qiu Yin’an’s understanding, the methods of refining poisons all over the world are very different. They all collect some exotic flowers and herbs, and then extract and refine them. He has never thought that there is such a method. He just raises his hand and the poison can appear in the palm of his hand.
It has to be said that the Wu Clan’s strength in the poison-making industry should not be underestimated.
Qiu Yin’an sighed sadly. Looking at this situation, the few pills Wan Qiongju gave Yao Ye probably wouldn’t have much effect.
The voodoo entered the body, and Lang Yue’s figure swayed. The corpse was controlled by voodoo cultivators with spells. On the surface, it didn’t look much different from a living person.
After Jian Fan finished casting the spell, he glanced at Changchuan. Changchuan focused his palms, and as he changed his palm skills several times, the silver chain on Long Yue’s head was hidden, and he walked towards the Tan Bell Beast alone like a normal person.
In order not to frighten the snake, everyone was still dormant in the distance. Qiu Yinan stood behind three stacked boulders and walked through the gaps among the stones. He saw that the place where the Tan Bell Beast was suppressed had returned to the way they first saw it.
When the bright moon was still a little far away from the nearest one of the eight stone paths, a graceful beauty appeared on the stone path. It was obvious that the Tan Bell Beast was repeating its old trick, trying to lure its prey into a trap.
In the darkness, Chang Chuan’s hand gestures changed, and Lang Yue’s pace quickened. It looked like a living person was seduced by beauty, and he trotted straight towards the stone path.
Just as Long Yue’s toes touched the stone path, sudden changes occurred around him. The bluestone statue in the center of the altar shattered suddenly, and the gravel flew like rain. The Tan Bell Beast opened its huge mouth, rushed out from the gravel pile, and accurately bit the toe of Lang Yue’s shoe.
The Tan Bell Beast bowed its neck, and its mouth full of fangs penetrated Long Yue’s entire body, and then dragged it into its territory.
The Tan Bell Beast threw the person upwards and opened its huge mouth to catch the person when he fell to the ground. Most of Lang Yue’s figure was swallowed up in an instant. In an instant, Qiu Yin’an’s heart seemed to be half bitten by the Tan Bell Beast.
Qiu Yin’an’s scalp felt numb when he saw Tongsheng. He leaned forward unconsciously and his head almost hit the stone. He raised his hand to support the stone wall, and dense cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
Wan Qiongju took a step closer to him and held Qiu Yin’an’s cold hand.
Qiu Yin’an’s voice was so soft and trembling, with an unconcealable weakness, “Xiao Wan, I can’t save Long Yue.”
“Master, he has been dead for a long time. All we have seen is a soulless body.” Wan Qiongju reached out and covered Qiu Yin’an’s eyes, completely isolating Qiu Yin’an’s eyes from the dazzling scarlet and ferocious sight outside.
Qiu Yin’an is kind-hearted by nature. Even though he knew that Long Yue was already a dead body, he still blamed himself for not being able to help.
Compassion is rare, but Qiu Yin’an did not do this evil, and he should not bear this psychological torture.
Under Wan Qiongju’s warm palm, Qiu Yin’an closed his eyes and comforted himself. Just as Wan Qiongju said before, Long Yue’s sacrifice also contributed to getting rid of Chen Liang. As for Changchuan and the others, he would not let them go after Chen Liang was eliminated.
“Look, that thing fell down.”
Changchuan’s voice came to his ears.
Wan Qiongju removed the hand covering Qiu Yin’an’s eyes. Qiu Yin’an opened his eyes and saw that the Tan Bell Beast, which was still ferocious and terrifying just now, was paralyzed on the altar, its body was bound by eight black iron chains, its eyes were tightly closed, and its breathing became light and shallow, completely losing the ferocity of the previous killing.
Wan Qiongju reminded the shaman cultivators: “Try it first to see if you really fainted and fell asleep. Be more alert.”
Jian Fan and Chang Chuan looked at each other, and they grasped their respective black flags in tacit understanding. They took the lead, walking as slowly as cats, and flew to the stone steps under the altar one after another.
Changchuan walked along the steps to the front of the Tan Bell Beast. He looked at the scales on its head and said, “Just kill this thing, so you don’t have to worry.”
Jian Fan: “Don’t cause too much trouble. After all, this is Immortal Liusu’s spiritual pet. He didn’t even execute this beast. What right do we have to kill him? Don’t cause trouble for yourself.”
Changchuan rolled his eyelids disdainfully, “I’ll just listen to you this time.”
After confirming that the Tan Bell Beast had completely lost its movement, Wan Qiongju took Qiu Yin’an to the edge of the boundary and stood still.
Jian Fan and Chang Chuan stood opposite each other, making seals with their hands and silently reciting the incantation. There was a soft click under the altar, and the bottom corner of the square brick sunk inward, revealing a palm-sized white jade figure with a black gold charm affixed to the forehead in the center of the figure.
The jade statue was not big, so Qiu Yin’an stood far away and couldn’t see clearly who was carved on it. It wasn’t until Changchuan picked it up that he caught a glimpse of the bright character “Autumn” engraved on the back of the statue.
The bright red word “Autumn” looks very abrupt and dazzling on the flawless white jade. You don’t need to think carefully to know that this is the curse that will lead to the short life of his Qiu family.
This curse was hidden in such an evil place and so deep. No wonder no one from Qingxuan Peak could find it for hundreds of years.
Jian Fan tore off the talisman and pressed his fingers together. The talisman turned into a wisp of blackened smoke in his palm.
Before the wisp of loose smoke had completely dissipated, Qiu Yin’an felt that the suppressed feeling in his body was slowly fading away. He couldn’t wait to turn around his spiritual power to test. Sure enough, the spiritual power in his body was like water that opened a floodgate, constantly surging, becoming stronger and stronger.
“Xiao Wan, my magic power has been restored.” Qiu Yin’an lowered his voice, unable to conceal his excitement. He gathered a flash of spiritual light on his fingertips and placed it in front of Wan Qiongju’s eyes, “Look.”
“That’s great.” Wan Qiongju smiled sincerely, “It’s probably because the white jade statue has been enchanted.”
Qiu Yin’an’s eyes sparkled, and he nodded and replied, “Definitely.”
Qiu Yin’an was immersed in the joy of recovering his mana when he suddenly heard a painful howl from the center of the altar. He turned around and saw the beast in the pool raised half of its head and bit Changchuan on the buttocks.
Qiu Yin’an: “The Tan Bell Beast suffered from voodoo and woke up so soon?”
“Probably not.” Wan Qiongju frowned and looked at the altar with a slightly anxious gaze, “I wonder if Changchuan wanted to die on his own and insisted on touching that beast.”
A touch of sarcasm emerged from the corner of Qiu Yin’an’s mouth, “He really likes to seek death.”
At the center of the altar, Jian Fan waved the witch flag, creating a curved wave of golden and black light that hit the Tan Bell Beast’s head. The Tan Bell Beast was hit by the magic power and let go of its mouth. Its head hit the ground with a bang. It blinked feebly, its eyes heavy and dim, and soon gave up struggling and closed its eyes.
Wan Qiongju breathed a sigh of relief, “Fortunately, the Tan Bell Beast has not fully awakened, otherwise Changchuan would not be able to escape this disaster.”
Qiu Yin’an was feeling the spiritual power recovered from cultivation in his body, but did not answer.
Chang Chuan kept shouting in pain. The hour was almost over, and Jian Fan had no time to pay attention to him. He put the things Qiu Yin’an gave him to the original position of the jade statue, then sealed the earth with cinnabar, and hammered in black iron nails, and the first corner of the Octagonal Formation was completed.
The witch cultivators flew out of danger and met up with Qiu Yin’an and the others. Jian Fan handed the white jade statue to Qiu Yin’an, “I have destroyed the talisman that suppresses the Qiu family’s longevity. This jade statue is engraved with your ancestors, so I will leave it to you to deal with.”
Qiu Yin’an stretched out his hand to take the jade statue, and the cold white jade touch flowed down his fingertips into his heart. At this moment, he seemed to have a connection with this ancestor he had never met before.
Qiu Yin’an lowered his head and stared at this white jade figure. The carving was exquisite, the outlines were clear, and the charm between the eyebrows and eyes was lifelike. It was three-thirds similar to himself.
He had seen this man’s appearance in the paintings in the Qingxuan Peak Ancestral Temple. He was an elder of the Qiu family, and Qiu Yin’an didn’t know how to call him.
Jian Fan’s tone was calm and sincere, “Xian Zun Mu Yang, our great witch master really wants to resolve our hatred with you and get your forgiveness.”
Qiu Yin’an’s hand holding the white jade statue continued to tighten, his eyelashes were moist, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: “How can I wait for my dead ancestors to forgive you?”
Jian Fan was dumbfounded for a while, then lowered his eyes and said, “What happened in the past cannot be changed. Now that the Great Witch Lord has awakened, it will be a matter of time for our Witch Clan to regain its former glory. Why don’t Mu Yang Xianzun put aside the grudges and let the two factions reconcile.”
Changchuan grinned in pain, “Qiu, just now you were suppressed by the evil spirit and lost all your magic power. We didn’t even take your life. You still don’t know what is good. When the demon clan comes out, our clan and the demon clan alliance will dominate the world of cultivation. By then, you Qingxuan Peak will be nothing more than a plaything in our hands. I don’t care if you forgive me or not, your only way out is to be obedient.”
Jian Fan finally couldn’t help it anymore. He stepped forward and held Chang Chuan’s shoulders, “You want to tamper with the Great Witch Master’s intention.”
“The Great Witch Master is too fond of this guy named Qiu.” Changchuan was trembling with anger, and his face looked a little ferocious due to the pain. “I’ll lock him up if you want. I’ll do whatever you want to do to him, but he still has to be obedient.”
“That’s enough.” Wan Qiongju roared sternly, silencing Changchuan’s noisy voice. “Clear your position. It’s you, the witch clan, who is begging my master for forgiveness now. You have to lower your posture when asking for help. Who can you show this to?”
Changchuan’s eyes darkened, “My appearance just matches your good master’s domineering airs.”
Jian Fan was completely impatient by Chang Chuan’s attitude one after another. He sighed deeply and ordered: “You should take Guardian Zuo to deal with the wound first.”
“No need for you to give me orders.” Changchuan gritted his teeth, tossed his robe, and limped away from here.
Jian Fan softened his expression and said to Qiu Yin’an: “Xianzun Muyang, the Great Witch Master sincerely wants to put aside the old grudges and start over from the beginning. Even if the demon clan breaks out of the world in the future and the lich takes charge of the cultivation world, Qingxuan Peak will still be as it is today, respected by all sects, and the lich will never despise it in the slightest. This is the promise of the Great Witch Master.”
Qiu Yin’an: “Your purpose is to release the demon clan.”
Qiu Yin’an can roughly estimate the witch cultivator’s thoughts.
The Wu Xiu wanted so earnestly to shake hands with him and make peace. He must have seen that Chenliang could not help them break the barrier that sealed the demon clan, so he turned to other methods and wanted to get a chance with him.
But this is absolutely impossible, even if the Witch Clan breaks the curse of short life for him, it won’t work.
Qiu Yin’an cannot be sorry for his parents’ sacrifice.
“Jian Fan, I, Qingxuan Peak, and the Wu Clan are definitely not from the same group. We have only temporarily joined forces to kill Chen Liang. You Wu cultivators and I have always been sworn enemies, and there is absolutely no possibility of turning hostility into friendship.”
Jian Fan frowned solemnly and sighed: “In this case, I won’t say anything more. In short, everything I said is true. Changchuan acts based on his own impulse and cannot represent the attitude of our clan. Leave the matter of the Octagon Formation to us.”
After Jian Fan finished speaking, he was about to leave when he was stopped by Qiu Yin’an, “Wait a minute, I have an easier way to kill Chen Liang.”
Jian Fan stopped.
Qiu Yin’an summoned a knife and cut off a piece of stone from the nearby grotto. He handed it to Wan Qiongju, “Xiao Wan, you have seen Chenliang before. Help me change it to look like him.”
Wan Qiongju took the stone, looked at it intently for a few seconds, and suddenly realized, “Master, you want to bury Chen Liang’s statue here? Then you will lure him here, his magic power will be suppressed, and take his life.”
“That’s right.” Qiu Yin’an tapped his fingertips on the handle twice, made the long knife in his hand the size of a dagger, and handed it to Wan Qiongju.
“This is good. It saves you the trouble of setting up the Octagonal Formation.” Jian Fan frowned slightly, “But how to lead him here is a problem. Chen Liang is very suspicious.”
“Leave this matter to me, I will ensure that he has to come.” Qiu Yin’an said firmly, “But you have to open the mechanism under the altar again.”
Jian Fan: “No problem.”
Stone chips fell rustlingly, and Wan Qiongju’s wrists fluttered like butterflies. In just half a stick of incense, Chen Liang’s portrait had already taken shape.
The sinister eyebrows and cold lips were exactly the same as the real person, which made Qiu Yin’an feel disgusted.
At this moment, a deafening beast roar came from behind. Qiu Yin’an looked and saw that the Tan Bell Beast opened its eyes and arched half of its body.
Jian Fan was a little frustrated, “It’s over, the Tan Bell Beast has woken up, and we have no bait.”
Qiu Yin’an glanced at the Tan Bell Beast, and then threw the stone statue to Jian Fan, “It’s okay. I can use the sealing technique to suppress this thing for a while. You can release it.”
The tips of Jian Fan’s fingers holding the stone statue turned white. He stayed there and thought without moving, “Why don’t I call them back first? Thanks for the help, it will be easier.”
Qiu Yin’an took the dagger from Wan Qiongju’s hand and calmly melted the weapon back into his bones and blood, “You don’t believe me?”
Wan Qiongju summoned the soul-protecting lamp and placed it on Qiu Yin’an’s hand. Then he looked at Jian Fan and said, “My master dares to bring me to the Blood Cave alone. What do you think he is capable of?”
Jian Fan gritted his teeth and said, “Okay, I’ll go.”
He saved up a golden and black magic talisman and pasted it on the forehead of the stone statue, “Master Mu Yang, please cast a spell.”
Qiu Yin’an condensed the magic on his fingertips, and the soul-protecting cup in his palm burst out with a golden-white halo. As his hand changed, the light turned into countless slender light strands that intertwined and spread.
He flew to the edge of the barrier, and light strands flew out, trapping the Tan Bell Beast on the altar like a cage.
The Altar Bell Beast bumped its body against the cage made of light silk. No matter how hard it hit, it could only struggle desperately in the small area designated by Qiu Yin’an.
Qiu Yin’an kept tightening the cage, and finally the Tan Bell Beast was imprisoned so that it could not move.
Qiu Yin’an took the lead and flew to the altar. He stood outside the light cage, only one index finger away from the fangs of the pond bell beast. He turned around and said to Jian Fan: “I’m standing here. You should put your heart in your stomach this time. Let’s turn on the mechanism.”
“Okay.” Jian Fan immediately stepped over and flew over.
In the past, the sealing techniques taught by Qiu Yin’an were all deductions, but today I finally saw Qiu Yin’an perform them. This was far more impactful than the boring words in the classics. Wan Qiongju was shocked when he saw it.
Qiu Yin’an stood in front of the light cage in silver-white sleeves, and his clothes were dyed with golden-white light. He pursed his lips, and his eyebrows were as cold as frost. Although his figure was a little thin, it did not affect his firmness and majesty.
Wan Qiongju was fascinated by Qiu Yin’an. Such a fierce and good man would probably never compromise with the Wu clan in his life.
In an instant, with the cooperation of Qiu Yin’an and Jian Fan, Chen Liang’s fate was decided.
Jian Fan took the first step alone, while Qiu Yin’an and Wan Qiongju walked leisurely.
When he came out, he happened to hit the sunrise. Qiu Yin’an took a breath of air-conditioning. The cold smell was a hundred times fresher than inside the blood cave.
Wan Qiongju followed Qiu Yin’an side by side. He raised Qiu Yin’an’s hand and looked sideways at Qingjun’s side face. “Master, I have been practicing the sealing technique for a long time, but there is still no progress. You can teach me well when you get back, okay?”
Hearing this, Qiu Yin’an paused slightly. He raised his hand and rubbed the top of Wan Qiongju’s hair. “With your current level of cultivation, it is rare to be able to practice the sealing technique to that level. Don’t be impatient. If the witch cultivators can break the seal, they will not ask me to join forces. This means that we still have time. Take your time.”
Qiu Yin’an hugged Wan Qiongju and rested her chin on his shoulder. It was cold outside, but his heart was warm. “Xiao Wan, the curse of short life has been lifted. I can finally be with you forever. Are you happy?”
Wan Qiongju caressed Qiu Yin’an’s back, turned and kissed Qiu Yin’an on the side of the face, “Of course I am happy. Master said that we will be together forever, and we must never break our promise.”
Qiu Yin’an looked at the rising red sun, and her arms holding Wan Qiongju gradually tightened, “Every year from now on, you and I will be together day and night.”