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Chapter 390: Long-lasting hatred, can't be obtained, can't be let go

After Zhang Lingyu "left", Zhang Chulan began to carefully look at the ice palace in front of him.

The hall with nine doors stood majestically on the snow. A whole piece of ice crystal without any signs of division covered the entire floor of the hall. Snowflakes were swirling inside, like dancing stars.

Eighty-one thick jade pillars rose from the ground, and ice-carved dragons roared around the pillars. Their majestic gazes shot out of the hall, staring closely at Zhang Chulan and others.

Layers of azure ice-glazed tiles are stacked around a roof ridge carved with various flying birds. At both ends of the roof, there is a pair of phoenixes spreading their wings and flying high.

Zhang Chulan looked at the open door, and somehow felt that he could begin the trial as soon as he entered.

It's quite simple.

Zhang Chulan thought there would be some test that could freeze someone to death.

He looked at the nine open doors and felt that there would be enough for every person present.

"Sister Baoer, should we wait until others go in before going in?" Zhang Chulan still wanted to be safe.

"If there's a road, go ahead. If there's a door, go in." Feng Baobao waved her hand. "Whether it works or not, I still want to go downstairs and eat hotpot early."

"I know a few authentic hot pot restaurants near the Tang Sect. Maybe I can even buy a few bottles of the priceless 'Immortal Wine' through the company's channels."

Wang Zhenqiu laughed, like a golden chrysanthemum blooming in winter, "What this young lady said makes sense. Don't forget to treat me to a hotpot meal when the time comes."

Feng Baobao tilted her head and said seriously, "We'll go Dutch."

"..."

"Zhang Chulan, let's go." Feng Baobao walked towards the Ice Palace.

Zhang Chulan agreed and walked side by side with her.

Wang Zhenqiu smiled and tied her hair into a ponytail, "Interesting, this girl is really different."

"Brother Xiao, are we leaving too?"

Xiao Zizai nodded and looked at the Ice Palace in front of him with anticipation, as if he was looking at a hospital that might be able to treat his illness.

"Senior Jin Feng, let's go too."

"Yes." Mei Jinfeng's eyes were determined. As long as she passed this trial, she would be able to get news about her leader from the 'Exiled Immortal'.

After a few people entered the room, the ink drops in the water of the Ice Palace slowly dissipated into the ice and snow in the ripples that arose out of thin air.

……

"Chu Lan, you've grown so big." Zhang Huaiyi, with white hair and beard, waved at Zhang Chu Lan, "Let me take a good look at you."

"Who are you?" Zhang Chulan said calmly, "Tang Sect is not a place where you can run wild."

"My dear grandson, what are you talking about?" Zhang Huaiyi's face was full of surprise. He slowly walked to Zhang Chulan and reached out to touch Zhang Chulan's face.

Snapped.

Zhang Chulan slapped his hand away expressionlessly, "Stop playing tricks, I know this is an illusion."

"I advise you to lift it immediately, otherwise, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

"Ah..." Zhang Huaiyi stood up straight, his figure and face became blurred, "Why are you doing this? You can't get through anyway."

"No one will expose anyone else, and after the show, everyone will go their separate ways. Isn't that a good thing?"

Zhang Chulan sneered, looking around, "Even if it's just acting, I'm your grandfather, why should I be your grandson?"

"Why? Hehe." Zhang Huaiyi's voice suddenly sounded beside Zhang Chulan's ear, "I am stronger than you, so I can call myself the master."

Zhang Chulan's pupils shrank, and his body spontaneously performed the Golden Light Spell, while his right foot kicked backwards like a scorpion's tail.

"Hehe, good reaction, but the speed is a little lacking." Zhang Huaiyi dodged Zhang Chulan's lightning kick with ease, and then used his right hand like a mantis to peck at Zhang Chulan's knee.

Zhang Chulan's eyes widened. He could clearly see Zhang Huaiyi's movements. In his eyes, the attack of this fake grandfather seemed to be broken down into frames of movements, and the muscle texture of his hands was clearly visible in each frame.

However, he couldn't make any move.

Zhang Chulan could only watch as Zhang Huaiyi's fingers touched the inside of his knees.

His right leg hurt, and then his entire right half of his body became paralyzed.

"My dear grandson, who is grandpa now?"

"It's me!" Zhang Chulan's eyebrows were raised, and a transparent mist emanated from his body.

"Haha, the Immortal Thief of Liuku?" Zhang Huaiyi reached into the mist with his bare hands. Zhang Chulan could hear the sound of his skin being corroded in the mist.

But 'Zhang Huaiyi' seemed to have no sense of pain, and his fingers pressed on Zhang Chulan's five acupoints one by one.

Zhang Chulan groaned, and the Qi emitted by the Liuku Immortal Thief shrank back again.

He looked at the blurry figure in front of him and was horrified, "Who are you?!"

"I am your grandfather, my dear grandson." 'Zhang Huaiyi' became clear again from blurry.

He had a kind face, and his withered right hand was stroking Zhang Chulan's face. In his other hand, he held three silver needles, and inserted them into Zhang Chulan's Baihui acupoints in a lightning speed.

Zhang Chulan's mind suddenly became clear, and the process of replacing Xiaopang from the Dantian space was instantly interrupted.

"I also know the origin of Qi."

"I know everything about your practice."

"who are you!?"

"I told you, I'm your grandfather, my dear grandson." Zhang Huaiyi showed a well-crafted standard smile, "Don't you recognize me?"

"My grandfather would never treat me like this." Zhang Chulan said firmly: "He treated me very well--"

"Throwing you into the life of an ordinary person and giving you a strange will to do something for you, is that good for you?" Zhang Huaiyi chuckled and continued:

"He has never practiced Qi Body Origin and Six Treasury Immortal Thieves. He has put you in life-or-death situations several times relying only on his intuition. Is this good for you?" "..."

"Also, he was Zhang Zhiwei's junior fellow apprentice, and even the Heavenly Master of the previous generation." 'Zhang Huaiyi' dropped another bombshell, "Your father and you should have lived with a silver spoon in your mouth, but one of you lived in seclusion in the mountains, and the other worked like a slave for the company. Is that good for you?"

"What!?"

……

"Master..." Mei Jinfeng stared at Wu Gensheng's back infatuatedly and shouted, "Master, where are you going?"

"Jin Feng, you should know that with your character, you will never be able to stand by my side." Wu Gensheng looked back with a bitter smile on his face, "I am just a phantom created by your imagination."

"I'm already dead. If you pass this level, don't ask me where I am. Think more about yourself."

Mei Jinfeng's face was covered with two lines of tears. "Old Xia fell in front of me, how could I give up!"

"Master, even if you are a phantom created by my imagination, you are so real—" Mei Jinfeng choked up, "I just want to ask, Master, can you talk to me now..."

"Alas, Jinfeng, if I stay here for a little longer, your hope of breaking through the trial will be slim." Wu Gensheng turned around completely, looked at Mei Jinfeng lovingly, and continued:
"Do you want to disappoint Xia Liuqing?"

"I, I just want you to stay with me for a while..."

"Well, how about just a quarter of an hour?" Wu Gensheng's expression suddenly turned cold. "After this time, you must move forward!"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, Master!" Mei Jinfeng burst into laughter and immediately ran over. Like when she was young, she looked up at Wu Gensheng's face and began to tell him about her longing for him over the years.

And the trial will never stop because of this quarter of an hour's promise.

The illusion was naturally an illusion of a trial, and Mei Jinfeng had long forgotten what happened in that moment in the illusion.

……

"Fool." The old Jie Kong sighed and looked at Xiao Zizai who was kneeling in front of him, "This is not your first time to come to Four Seasons Peak, nor is this your first time to see me."

"Since you know I am an illusion, why do you worship me?"

"Master." Xiao Zizai knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "Since you are my master, I must pay my respects."

“But you are worshiping a false teacher.”

"My heart and my courtesy are all true."

"Are you worshipping yourself or your master?"

Xiao Zizai raised his head, his eyes shining, "Please teach me."

"You have sharp edges and corners, and you are full of evil spirits. You must be a butcher. Now that you know I am a fake, you are unwilling to kill a fraud like me. What is the reason?"

"I am a bloodthirsty person, but I swore to my master not to kill innocent people. If I can't restrain myself, I will kill him first." Xiao Zizai said in a trembling voice:
"I'm afraid that after I kill you, I won't be able to hold back when I see Master again."

"Why should I endure it any longer?" Fake Jiekong put his hands together and stretched his head in front of Xiao Zizai, "If you kill your master, you will be condemned by the world and you will be dead without a burial place within a month."

"In this way, innocent people in the world will no longer have to worry about being killed by people like you. Why not die two people and save the world?"

Xiao Zizai was silent for a while, then said, "I can't bear to see my master die for me."

"You can also cut yourself off from the world. In this case, one person can die to save the world. Why not do it?" Fake Jiekong continued, "Are you afraid that no one will take your place?"

"Your protection of innocent people is almost equal to your threats. If a normal person were to take your place, everyone would applaud except your master. Why can't you just die?"

Xiao Zizai's face was distorted and red light flickered in his eyes, as if a wild beast was trying to break out of a cage.

"Haha." Fake Jiekong laughed, "You want everyone to be at ease?!"

"Xiao Zizai, ah Xiao Zizai, Xiao originally means like, and if it's like, it's not real."

"Just like you know I am your family and dare not kill me, the freedom you seek is also false and unattainable!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Xiao Zizai howled and danced wildly, but did not dare to touch the fake Jiekong even a little bit.

“Hahahaha!!!” The fake Jiekong laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face, and his robes and Buddhist beads were broken into pieces and scattered all over the floor.

He was completely naked and had transformed into the appearance of Xiao Zizai.

"I have become the fake you, not the fake master, why don't you kill me?"

"Ahhh..." Xiao Zizai shrank to the side, not daring to look at the fake self.

He could feel that the fake Xiao Zizai's defense was not strong, and he also knew that he could kill the fake with just a few moves.

but……

"You kill people but dare not kill yourself. Respecting teachers is bullshit!" Fake Xiao Zizai cursed: "You are a coward and a hypocrite!"

"do not talk!"

"You are just a selfish person, you--" The fake Xiao Zizai's voice stopped abruptly. He looked down at the right hand that was inserted into his chest and laughed happily.

"I told you to stop talking!" Xiao Zizai's eyes were red, "and stop laughing!"

The fake Xiao Zizai pushed Xiao Zizai's hand away and turned into Jie Kong again.

Jie Kong stood there with blood flowing from his chest and seven orifices, barely breathing. He looked at Xiao Zizai with satisfaction, "Well done, disciple."

"No, no!" Xiao Zizai cut off his right hand and said in agony, "No, Master! No!"

Jie Kong fell to the ground covered in blood, with a smile on his face in his grave.

The next moment, ten Jiekong appeared out of thin air.

"Disciple, try to adapt yourself and don't make your master feel painful when the time comes." Jie Kong smiled and looked at Xiao Zizai eagerly.

"what!!!!"

(End of this chapter)