Chapter 220 Liu Yuan Breakthrough! The Relief of Being Unkillable by Poison.
After Huo Yuhao finished speaking, his spiritual sea fell into a long silence.
The plump body of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was curled up in the corner, its eyes, which used to always have a hint of mockery, were now dull and lifeless.
It didn't respond because Huo Yuhao's deduction was indeed reasonable.
Besides Electrolux, there is probably no one else in this world who could help Xue Di restore her original essence through soul means.
The phantom of Hyotei stood above the sea of consciousness, his cold face filled with complex emotions.
"Electra…"
"If it really was him who made the move, Xue'er's recovery wouldn't be difficult. But why is Xue'er willing to help Liu Yuan? She has always been proud and never bows down to humans."
Tianmeng Bingcan sighed, her voice filled with deep weariness: "Bingbing, don't you understand? Xuedi helping Liu Yuan can only mean one thing—she and Liu Yuan have reached some kind of agreement, or even possibly a contract. Otherwise, given her personality, she would never have made a move in that situation."
Hyotei fell silent.
She knew Tianmeng was right.
The appearance of Xue Di on the execution platform, blocking Du Busi's path, was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but an organized action.
And the organizer was clearly Liu Yuan.
...
The Body Sect, behind the mountain.
Liu Yuan's residence was situated on a platform halfway up the mountain, surrounded by lush bamboo, in a tranquil environment.
But at this moment, this once tranquil courtyard is shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere.
It has been several days since I returned to my sect from the capital.
The horrific scene on the execution platform that day is still vividly imprinted in Liu Yuan's mind.
The scene of Du Busi being pierced through the shoulder by Ye Xishui's Tower of Death and falling into a pool of blood was like a thorn stuck in his heart, which he could not pull out no matter what.
Liu Yuan stood by the window, looking at the bamboo leaves swaying in the wind outside, his eyes somewhat vacant.
His right hand unconsciously gripped the window frame tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
He orchestrated this whole thing.
From arresting Ma Xiaotao to publicly executing her in conjunction with the royal family, and then forcing Shrek Academy to make a statement, he was behind every single step.
He wanted to tear off Shrek Academy's veil of pretense and let the whole continent see the true face of that so-called holy land.
He thought he had a perfect plan.
But he overlooked the Holy Spirit Church.
He didn't expect Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao to take action personally.
Poison Undying was almost powerless against them; the battle was a one-sided crushing defeat from beginning to end.
If Xue Di hadn't intervened in time, Du Busi might have really died there.
And all of this started because of him.
Liu Yuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He knew that if the poison didn't kill him, no one would blame him.
After returning to the sect, Du Busi even sent someone to tell him that it was a decision made jointly by the entire sect and that he shouldn't overthink it.
But Liu Yuan couldn't get past his own hurdle.
The elders of the Body Sect returned one by one with injuries. Elder Chen's left arm was eroded by the evil soul master's poison attribute martial soul and is still turning black.
Elder Li's chest was struck by Long Xiaoyao's palm, breaking three of his ribs.
Several inner disciples who accompanied the group are still bedridden and unable to get up.
These were his fellow students, his teachers, and his brothers.
They were injured because of his plan.
Liu Yuan opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.
These hands are strong enough for someone their age.
Level 60 soul power, 100,000-year-old soul spirit, external soul bone, and gold-level second awakening.
Among his peers, he is undoubtedly the number one.
But that's not enough.
That's far from enough.
When facing opponents of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao's caliber, he wasn't even qualified to stand at the front.
He could only hide behind Du Busi, watching his master get severely injured, unable to do anything.
This feeling is even worse than being defeated.
"Still too weak."
Liu Yuan said something in a low voice.
He turned around and walked towards the secret room.
The heavy stone door slowly closed, isolating it from the outside world.
Liu Yuan sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes, and his soul power began to circulate slowly according to the route of the "Secret Technique of the Body".
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In the days that followed, Liu Yuan hardly ever left his house.
His daily life was extremely regular: he would circulate his soul power in the morning, develop his martial soul skills in the morning, temper his physical body in the afternoon, and continue his soul power cultivation in the evening.
Day after day, there was no entertainment, no social interaction.
Even when Vina came to see him, he only met her briefly before returning to the secret room.
Vina noticed that something was wrong with him and wanted to say a few words of advice, but she swallowed the words back.
She knew Liu Yuan's personality; saying anything at this point would be useless, and she could only let him process it on his own.
On the training ground, when disciples occasionally passed by Liu Yuan's residence and saw the stone door that was always tightly closed, they would subconsciously slow their pace.
"Is Senior Brother Liu Yuan still in seclusion?" a newly initiated disciple asked in a low voice.
"Don't bother him." The senior student next to him pulled him back and whispered.
"Since the sect leader returned injured, Senior Brother Liu Yuan hasn't come out much. He's not feeling well, so let him stay here by himself."
The new disciple nodded as if he understood, glanced at the stone door again, and left with his senior brother.
The main hall of the ancestral temple, and the side hall of the main hall.
Poison Undying lay half-reclined on a large wooden chair, his body wrapped in thick bandages, with a faint trace of blood visible on his left shoulder.
His complexion was slightly better than a few days ago, but it was still somewhat pale, a consequence of excessive blood loss and depletion of his soul power.
Elder Chen sat on a chair to the side, his left hand wrapped in a thick ointment, a faint medicinal smell permeating the air.
"Sect Master, is Liu Yuan still in seclusion?" Elder Chen asked, his voice somewhat hoarse.
Du Bu Si nodded, his gaze passing through the open window towards the distant mountainside.
"He's been locked up inside ever since he came back. When Vina went to see him, he came out briefly, said a few words, and then went back inside."
Elder Chen was silent for a moment, then sighed: "This child is probably still blaming himself."
"I know," Poison Undying's voice was somewhat low.
"I told him that this matter was decided by the entire sect together, and it is not his responsibility alone."
"But you know his personality; once he's made up his mind, nothing can change it."
Elder Chen gave a wry smile: "That's true. He suffered so much injustice at Shrek Academy, but he gritted his teeth and left without a word. Now that we've been injured, he can't get over it."
"This child is sentimental," said Poison Undying.
"Being sentimental is a good thing, but being too sentimental can easily lead to getting stuck in a rut." Elder Chen shook his head, his eyes filled with worry. "He is now the hope of the sect, and he has a long road ahead of him. If he develops inner demons because of this and it affects his cultivation, then it will be a loss."
Poison Doesn't Die didn't reply.
He knew, of course, that Elder Chen's concerns were not without merit, but he also understood that some things were beyond the reach of others' advice and that Liu Yuan had to figure them out himself.
The two sat quietly like that, occasionally taking a sip of tea and occasionally exchanging a few words about sect affairs, but mostly remaining silent.
Outside the window, the sunlight gradually slanted westward, turning the bamboo forest halfway up the mountain into a golden hue.
Just as Du Busi was about to get up and go back to his room to rest, a subtle fluctuation of soul power suddenly came from afar.
The fluctuations are very slight and can easily be overlooked unless you are constantly monitoring that direction.
However, both Du Bu Si and Elder Chen are veteran experts who have cultivated in this land for decades, and their perception is far beyond that of ordinary people.
Almost simultaneously, the two raised their heads, their gazes passing through the window and fixed on the direction of the bamboo forest halfway up the mountain.
That was Liu Yuan's residence.
That fluctuation of soul power came from that direction.
"This is..." Elder Chen suddenly sat up straight, his spirits, which had been somewhat listless due to his injuries, instantly lifted.
Poison Undying didn't speak. He narrowed his eyes, and his soul power surged slightly. Even though he was injured, his senses were still sharp.
The fluctuations are becoming increasingly clear.
That wasn't the chaos of uncontrolled soul power, but rather a natural outflow when breaking through a bottleneck. Although the magnitude wasn't large, the sense of qualitative change from the inside out couldn't be hidden from powerhouses of their caliber.
Poison Undying's brows slowly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth, which had been tightly pursed, slightly turned up.
"This kid..." he said softly, his tone tinged with a hint of satisfaction.
Elder Chen sensed it too. He breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in his chair, and showed the first genuine smile on his face in half a month.
"It's level 61 now."
Poison Undying nodded, his gaze never leaving that direction.
"It seems he has truly turned this lesson into motivation."
(End of chapter)