His Inner Voice is Heard

The old village chief reacted immediately and looked at him fiercely.

“Are you stalling for time?!”

Shen Leyan smiled: “Haven’t you heard this saying? The villain dies because of talking too much.”

The voice outside was gentle and steady, and the owner clearly heard in the ancestral hall under the influence of spiritual power.

“If the old man doesn’t want his son to be torn apart immediately and never reincarnated, please send my Yunxi Sect disciple out safely. Otherwise, the people in the village who participated in this matter and the souls of the people who stayed in the world will not be left alive.”

The old village chief had already signaled the villagers hiding behind the wooden table to ignite the fire line immediately. Hearing this, his face was startled, and there was a blt of hesitation. Then he asked him fiercely.

 “Is the one outside the sect leader of your Yunxi Sect?”

Shen Leyan: “I don’t know. How could an outer sect disciple like me meet the sect leader? But since it is the Yunxi Sect that is here to handle this matter, his cultivation must be strong. It shouldn’t be a problem for him to beat up your entire village.”

Lu Yuanyi in the original novel is cold and taciturn.

It shouldn’t be him who would talk so much.

The village chief hesitated for a few moments and said loudly.

“If I let him go now, will the cultivator let me and my son go?! We are all going to die anyway, why don’t I give it a try?!”

“If you turn back, I can save your son’s soul. His guilt will be determined by the underworld, and he can be reincarnated after redeeming his sins. And those who participated in this incident in the village will be escorted to the government. Whether to kill or exile will be in accordance with the laws of the court.”

Shen Leyan saw that the village chief’s expression was somewhat relaxed, and he knew that the other party must be shaken.

 He whispered to fan the flames: “You still don’t agree, what are you waiting for?

I tell you, how many gentry and landlords come to our Yunxi Sect cultivators to pray for the dead. The price is expensive, at least ten taels of silver each time!

This time your son’s prayer is free, you’ve made a fortune! Opportunities are rare!

Besides, if you ignite the explosives now, your son will be reduced to ashes. In such a short time, your son can’t find a wife to give birth to ghost babies for your old Li family…”

The blue veins on the old village chief’s neck jumped a few times: “Shut up–“

After another long while, he sighed. His back hunched over, as if he had aged more than ten years.

“Forget it… leave.”

“Okay!”

Shen Leyan knew that delay would lead to changes, and did not give the old village chief any time to regret. He quickly let go of his hand and stood up, dusting off the dust while sprinting a hundred meters to run out of the ancestral hall. 

He didn’t know if it’s because of the speed, but he feels like he’s running several times faster than usual.

“Swoosh” and he was in the crowd outside.

The outer disciples of Yunxi Sect stood in two rows in an orderly manner. In front of the crowd stood a young man who looked only a few years older than him.

He wore a jade crown to tie his hair, and a dark blue round-necked robe with dark patterns. He had a slender figure, clear eyebrows, and was gentle as jade.

The ink-colored long sword in his hand had been unsheathed. The sword body was not made of ordinary materials, and there was a faint light blue aura surrounding it.

In the heavy rain, there was not a drop of water stain on the other party’s clothes and hair.

[Looking at this outfit, he should be Zheng Ziheng, Lu Yuanyi’s disciple. ]

Shen Leyan took a deep breath of fresh air. He felt the joy of surviving a disaster for a while, and quickly looked at Zheng Ziheng.

[He looks like a modest gentleman. Unfortunately… Alas, in this world of cultivating immortals, good people don’t live long, and turtles live for a thousand years.]

He sighed a few words in his heart, bowed to Zheng Ziheng, and said politely: “Thank you for saving me, senior brother.”

Then he quickly lowered his head and mixed into the crowd.

The first rule of dressing as cannon fodder: Don’t try to stand out in everything, it’s best to be ordinary and inconspicuous.

What if he is unlucky and remembered by some big boss, and he is asked to be the first to go?

[It’s so dark and it’s raining heavily. Zheng Ziheng shouldn’t have seen what I look like? Don’t come over to ask if I’m injured…]

Standing at the end of the crowd, Shen Leyan breathed a sigh of relief.

The senior brothers and sisters around him all came to ask about his situation. He was afraid that the noise would be too loud and attract Zheng Ziheng to come over, so he quickly covered his chest and coughed twice, pretending to be too weak to speak.

 “Shen Leyan is not in good health, and he just went through something like this. Let’s let him have a good rest.”

“Yes, it’s not too late to ask him if there’s anything when he recovers.”

“Come on, take an umbrella. Don’t get caught in the rain…”

The weather in summer is unpredictable, and the heavy rain gradually stopped.

Zheng Ziheng put away his sword. After a flash of aqua-blue light, a jade-white porcelain bottle appeared in his palm.

“This contains healing elixirs. Send it to that junior brother just now – don’t tell him that the medicine is from me. Just say that it was compensated by the sect.”

The outer sect disciple was murmuring in his heart, half doubtful and half envious. He took the porcelain bottle and gave it to Shen Leyan.

After a few breaths, he heard the voice of that junior brother again.

[Nine-turn Resurrection Pill? ! Is Yunxi Sect so rich? Anything given is a healing elixir that can revive the dead.  ]

[But I’m not injured. This medicine is not useful for the time being. Should I sell it for silver, or save it for emergency use when the immortals and demons fight…]

The junior brother seemed to be in a happy dilemma.

He could hear the sound of gold coins falling from the sky.

[I remember that the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill can be sold for tens of thousands of taels of silver. Where can I spend so much money in the future?]

[Buy a piece of land, buy a yard, buy some chickens and ducks to raise, and have a generous Manchu-Han banquet…]

After a while, a heavy sigh was heard again.

[You have to have a life to spend money. When the immortals and demons fight, there will be smoke everywhere in Jiuzhou. Although there is a secluded place to live in seclusion, what if I am unlucky on the way and encounter a few demons and evil cultivators. What should I do if I get injured? ]

[This medicine should be kept to save my life… I’ll think of other ways to make money.]

The other party didn’t speak, but he could hear every word clearly.

It was as if… he could hear the little junior brother’s inner voice.

Using spiritual consciousness to transmit sound is not a profound magic as long as you have the foundation of cultivation. But the little junior brother obviously has not practiced before, and no one would use spiritual consciousness to transmit some strange words.

What “good people don’t live long, turtles live for a thousand years”, “fighting between immortals and demons”, “smoke everywhere in Jiuzhou”…

Now the righteous way of the immortal gate is strong, and the demon king is old and secluded all year round. Although there are occasional demons that hurt people, the world is peaceful and the people live in peace.

The immortal gate has no intention of going to war with demons.

He heard the little junior brother was still entangled in silver and saving his life.

A gentle smile flashed across Zheng Ziheng’s eyes.

 Maybe it’s because junior disciple read too many novels and stories, so he always has some wild fantasies. It’s not a bad thing for young people to be more lively.

As for his ability to hear the other person’s thoughts… he’ll ask Master how to solve this problem after returning to the sect.