My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 7 Remnant Soul
The sword tip pierced into the flesh, leaving a bright red mark on the flawless skin.

Lu Caiwei pursed her lips slightly, her eyes becoming increasingly confused, and she could only grit her teeth and utter two words.

“Use…force.”

The sword in his hand paused, and then blood stained the white clothes.

Feeling the gradually steady breathing of the person in front of him, Ye Wuyou thought for a moment and decided that there was no need to go any deeper.

How long can you maintain your sanity by relying solely on the pain of self-harm?
At this moment, the other person was leaning against the steps, half asleep and half awake, his profile hidden by his messy long hair looking quiet and weak.

Thinking about the woman's every move just now, Ye Wuyou couldn't help but sigh.

"What a crazy batch."

His soliloquy was responded to.

"That's not wrong. My disciple is indeed like that."

Lu Caiwei sat up at some point, her long hair, which had been scattered just now, was casually draped on both sides. At this moment, she was staring at Ye Wuyou intently, with deep interest in her eyes.

Is it the remnant soul of the sixth realm in the other party’s ring?

After staying for three days, you finally couldn't help but show up?
[Alright, alright. I never thought this woman was actually the little girl's master. Now both the master and the apprentice are in front of you, two souls in one body, and the other party is a Yuan Yin body. Your mind gradually becomes clear, and countless ways of playing gradually emerge...]

Ye Wuyou suddenly understood what it meant to have the strange erosion of sanity.

If I had a hundred such narrations constantly repeating in my mind, I would probably go crazy.

But at this moment...

Even though Ye Wuyou already knew about the remnant soul, he still pretended to be terrified and took a few steps back silently. "Who are you?"

Xia Anmeng was very satisfied with Ye Wuyou's reaction. Looking at that handsome face, her heart, which had not been seen by a man for hundreds of years, was now stirring.

One toe was silently extended forward, matched with the half-hanging blood-red long skirt, reflecting a unique charming style under the dim candlelight.

Ye Wuyou was stunned.

I'm just pretending, but how do you play like this, senior?

The tip of her toes lightly brushed against her body and then withdrew, stopping at just a light taste. While doing all this, Xia Anmeng let out bursts of silvery bell-like laughter.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, this is my apprentice's body after all. As a master, it's not good for me to hand her over to you."

Ye Wuyou sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling relieved, but a trace of regret inexplicably flashed through his heart.

"What do you want, Senior? Are you just saying these to tease me?"

"Lu Caiwei", or Xia Anmeng, stood on tiptoe and slowly stood up from the ground.

Perhaps the movement pulled the wound, "Lu Caiwei" frowned slightly, looked down at the scars on her body, and then looked at the aisle ahead.

"It's been hundreds of years...are there still so many weird things?"

She sighed and said with a hint of resentment, "I was hoping that the warden would arrive in time, but now it seems that it's too late to wait for him."

Ye Wuyou watched the other person's every move until she walked in front of him, bent down and squatted, looking at him with her soft eyes.

"Boy, do you want to live?" she said with a smile.

Ye Wuyou did not respond, but just looked at her calmly.

"If you want to live, just listen to me." Xia Anmeng smiled and stretched out her hand, her fingertips gently swaying in front of him and slowly tapping his chest.

Ye Wuyou suddenly felt a little dizzy. He opened his mouth and an inexplicable trust in the woman's words emerged in his mind.

It seems as if he is about to agree to the other party in the next second.

[Boring, really boring. This damn charm has no effect on you. You look at this idiot in front of you who is flirting with others. You have lived in vain all these years. Instead of being shy, you might as well have a direct fight. After all, a thousand-year-old woman still has her vital energy, so how can she cast a real charm?]

The voice in his mind echoed, making Ye Wuyou regain consciousness in an instant.

He lowered his head slightly, hiding the gloom in his eyes well.

The narrator's words reveal a crucial piece of information.

The person in front of me is a thousand-year-old... No, no.

Just now, was she trying to control me?

[You bluffing bitch, this erosion specifically targets the soul rather than the body. Your soul is trembling with pain right now, but you are still pretending. Just sneer three times, and wait for another stick of incense. I will take both the master and the disciple and let you do whatever you want.]

Fine beads of sweat appeared on "Lu Caiwei's" forehead. Although she was still forcing a smile, the slight trembling in her eyes due to pain was real.

Can't the residual soul of the Sixth Realm resist the erosion?
Or is it that the value of this remnant soul is too low?
After a long while, he spoke calmly.

"Senior, there is no need to test me. After all, you don't want to disappear completely here, right?"

The smile on "Lu Caiwei"'s face gradually faded after her secrets were revealed. She stroked the sweat on her forehead and spoke in a clear voice.

"Young man, leave your body to me. I can't guarantee that you will survive, but at least it's better than sitting here and waiting to die."

"Possessing another's body?" With his previous experience in mind, Ye Wuyou simply asked directly.

There was a strange flash in Xia Anmeng's eyes, and then she shook her head.

"I have no interest in men's bodies, nor do I bother to do that kind of thing. I am just possessing you temporarily."

The real me? She is so arrogant. Was this woman some extraordinary person when she was alive?

Ye Wuyou was still thinking, but "Lu Caiwei" seemed a little anxious.

Although I don't know why, it is a fact that the man in front of me is not affected by this place.

The strange erosion was more severe on the soul than on the body. After just being out for a while, Xia Anmeng couldn't bear it anymore.

Only by possessing Ye Wuyou's body can he have a glimmer of hope.

Two people, one soul, three lives.

The three of them were like grasshoppers on a rope at this moment. If they were not careful, they would die.

She really didn't intend to seize Ye Wuyou's body, but she wanted to take the leading position. Ye Wuyou, a guy who had no cultivation in his eyes, could not bear their fate.

In order to ensure that everything was under her control, she used some tricks that she had never used before.

But why is it of no use to him?

Damn it, doesn't he like women?

Xia Anmeng gritted her teeth.

"I am telling the truth. If I wanted to take over your body, I could have done it earlier."

"If you're worried, I can swear a great oath to my inner demon." She said anxiously.

Urgent, urgent.

[The inner demon is of little use, not even as good as a lustful demon. This bitch is really ridiculous. How dare she covet your body?]

The narration is from the moderator, right?
Ye Wuyou took a deep breath and silently suppressed the noise in his mind.

Although I am not affected by this place, I cannot resist the danger of this damn place.

The "Lu Caiwei" in front of him, who was possessed by the remnant soul, looked very strong, but was affected by the erosion of this place.

To be honest, Ye Wuyou currently has a very bad impression of the remnant soul in front of him.

He was very grateful to Lu Caiwei, but this remnant soul "Master", um.

Whatever, it’s a thousand years after all… That’s what happens when you get older.

Besides, she didn't seem to be lying.

tsk...

After a moment of thought, Ye Wuyou finally raised his head and said calmly.

"Okay, but I also have conditions. In addition, I need two sets of skills that are sufficient to cultivate to the middle third level."

The subsequent practices of "The Formless Heart Sutra" require other practices as a foundation.

condition?
"My apprentice saved your life. At this critical moment of life and death, you are now making conditions with me?" Xia Anmeng was so angry that she laughed.

Ye Wuyou nodded, unable to deny it.

"Your disciple did save me. If it weren't for her, I would have turned into a corpse."

There was a brief pause, and then his tone suddenly became heavier.

"If Lu Caiwei has any requests, I will naturally help her. I owe her that."

"But I don't owe you anything. I'm just a remnant soul of the sixth realm. Now my soul is about to dissipate. Why are you still pretending here?"

A rare trace of anger appeared on Ye Wuyou's face.

He was indeed not affected by the weirdness of this place.

But… there was a lot of noise in his mind.

After the life-and-death crises of the past few days, I had already been feeling upset. Add to that the pornographic garbage that the narrator kept flashing through my mind, and it would be a bit hypocritical to say that I was calm.

I just happened to run into this remnant soul. It would have been fine if he had just told me the story, but he teased me and used charm as soon as he came out, and now he always looks superior.

Therefore, Ye Wuyou didn't care about exposing anything and pointed out the other party's situation in one sentence.

In my current condition, I can more or less hold on for a few more days, and maybe I can wait for the warden to rescue me.

But the other party couldn't wait any longer.

Sure enough, after hearing Ye Wuyou's words, "Lu Caiwei" suddenly stood there stiffly.

Why could the other party see through my own realm and disguise?
But this kid who hasn't even reached the first level...

"Okay, I promise you."

After all, she was not thinking, and time did not allow her to think.

"Swear an oath." Ye Wuyou reminded.

[You instantly comprehended the Demonic Oath, and taught it to the other person, allowing him to perform it in front of you...]

Please stop barking!
"you……"

Even if Xia Anmeng was unwilling, she had to obediently do everything according to Ye Wuyou's requirements.

When a streak of illusory light flew into Ye Wuyou's body, Lu Caiwei's body fell down and was supported by Ye Wuyou.

As Xia Anmeng possessed him, the aura in Ye Wuyou's body suddenly increased, and traces of energy continuously flowed from his dantian.

After all, it is still the sixth realm. Even if it is just a remnant soul, the improvement it brings to people is far more than that.

The first realm is hidden essence, the second realm is clear, the third realm is Yaoguang...

Blood flowed from the corner of Ye Wuyou's mouth, and the majestic momentum that had been rising in his body suddenly stopped, and then gradually fell back.

Finally, it stabilized when it reached the second level of enlightenment.

Even so, the blood vessels all over Ye Wuyou's body became clearly visible, and the blue veins on his arms were exposed, which was particularly terrifying.

"Your foundation is too poor. How did you get into the Heavenly Prison?" Xia Anmeng's questioning voice came into his mind.

Her tone was much more relaxed, it seemed that she had been isolated from the erosion after being possessed.

"I went in through the back door."

Ye Wuyou, who truly mastered power for the first time, ignored the powerful force in his body, nor did he feel happy. Instead, he looked at the sleeping woman in his arms with a frown.

"So, what should she do?"

(End of this chapter)