My apprentice is a little weird?

Chapter 452: Comprehending New Magical Powers, Seeing the Palace Again

Jiang Yan opened his eyes and looked at the little man who appeared out of thin air in front of him, a trace of helplessness flashed across his brows.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't come out until you found the treasure beneath the spiritual spring?"

Baojie turned over lightly and sat steadily on the large gilded gourd, her two white and tender legs swinging leisurely.

Her bare pair of jade feet were round and lovely, and at the moment she was facing Jiang Yan with a matter-of-fact look on her face.

"When did Benbao say that?"

"What I said is, after you find the treasure, you can 'call me' out!"

Jiang Yan was speechless, but he didn't argue with her about this matter. He closed his eyes again, looked up at the sky, and his breath became heavier.

"Then what brought you out this time?"

The spiritual energy around him began to flow slowly in a mysterious rhythm. As it gathered and dispersed, it seemed as if an invisible hand was sorting out the veins of heaven and earth.

Seeing his indifferent look, Baojie pouted in grievance.

She floated up and turned into a golden light and came in front of Jiang Yan. Her delicate little face was full of accusations and her tone was pitiful.

"We agreed to look for the treasure first, but you haven't even been looking."

"I've been waiting in the gourd all day, and you're actually enjoying yourself at Qinglan Gate!"

Jiang Yan didn't even lift his eyelids, and his movements didn't change at all.

He simply stretched out a finger calmly through the golden light, touching Baojie's smooth forehead exactly, and gently lifted up the little face that kept getting closer and acting cute without realizing it.

"I'm not traveling, I just think Qinglan Gate is interesting."

"Although I am only half a step away from becoming a True Immortal, I am not without the 'momentum' and 'power' of a True Immortal."

"Standing on the 'power' of a True Immortal, I see that Qinglan Gate is truly a place of abundant spiritual energy and beautiful scenery!"

Baojie was poked on the head by him, and she kept floating in the air in this posture, with a look of confusion in her eyes.

"Isn't this great?"

Jiang Yan's tone remained calm, yet it revealed a profound insight into the essence of things.

"It's good, but too good."

"In such a spiritual place, where the monks are in harmony with each other and everyone is of one mind, there isn't even a hint of darkness or jealousy."

"It's truly wonderful! It's the kind of place casual cultivators yearn for, the kind of place mortals dream of as immortals. But with all things in the universe, and the cycle of yin and yang, how could such a perfect and wonderful thing exist in this world?"

"Not to mention that there are two sides to every coin and that human hearts are unpredictable."

When Sister Bao heard this, her bright eyes turned around, as if she was thinking about something.

"You mean, the changes in this sect were influenced? Being able to influence human nature, could it be related to that... treasure hidden beneath the Heaven and Earth Spirit Spring you mentioned?"

Jiang Yan remained silent.

It is related, and the connection is not small.

Sister Bao instantly perked up, waved her little hand, broke free from Jiang Yan's fingers, waved her little fist in the air, and even revealed two sharp little fangs.

"Since you're already at the Half-Step True Immortal level, why don't we just push past them?"

"Also, now that you're so tough and powerful, shouldn't you return to the Imperial City and give that bastard Emperor a good beating?!"

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes helplessly, but the aura around him became more and more stable.

"I have only reached a certain realm, but many of my methods are still at the starting point. I am currently consolidating my realm and deducing new methods."

"As for weakening the emperor? It's not the right time yet. He needs time, and Shen Ming also..."

"Ahem, as long as I don't show up, Li Qiao'er and the others won't be in danger of their lives for the time being."

"The most important thing right now is to consolidate my realm, clarify my thoughts, and make subsequent plans."

"Besides, I won't move even if the sky falls."

When Baojie heard this, she immediately curled her lips.

"So soft."

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows.

Kids, don’t talk nonsense. Don’t you know whether it’s hard or not?

If a fist as big as a sandbag hits you in the face, how can you not feel hard?

Sister Bao seemed to have sensed what he was thinking. She snorted, spun around, and turned into golden light, sinking into the magic gourd.

Silence returned to the cave.

Jiang Yan practiced quietly, consolidating his own realm of semi-immortality.

As he breathed in and out, changes gradually occurred in the training room.

Wisps of white mist visible to the naked eye emerged from the void. They did not spread, but lingered three feet around Jiang Yan, flowing and swirling.

The mist is not cold, but rather has a reassuring warmth, as if it can soothe all anxiety and uneasiness, and make people's souls sooth and relax.

Yin Li, who had been sitting cross-legged in a daze, gradually regained some spirit in her empty eyes.

She seemed to feel some kind of extreme peace. Her tense body completely relaxed, her eyelids slowly drooped, and she fell into a deep sleep while sitting there, with even a faint smile on her face.

For several days, time passed quickly.

Outside the cave, Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu were pacing back and forth anxiously.

Su Xiaoli stopped from time to time, stood on tiptoe and looked at the tightly closed stone door, her little face full of unconcealable worry.

"Why hasn't the senior come out yet? Could it be that... he has already left quietly?"

Ling Yu stood aside, and although he was also worried, he still comforted him softly.

"No, Senior Jiang keeps his promise and won't leave without saying goodbye."

Su Xiaoli felt a little relieved when she heard this, but the uneasy feeling she felt did not diminish at all.

At this moment, the tightly closed stone door made a slight sound and slowly opened without any warning.

The two people's attention was instantly drawn to it.

The next moment, a pure white mist blew in from inside the door like a feather veil.

It brushed across their cheeks with the freshness of grass and trees after the morning rain.

In an instant, all the anxiety and panic in the two people's hearts were soothed by this breath.

Between the lips and teeth, there is a hint of sweetness.

I looked up unconsciously, and my sight passed through the misty clouds and fell on the figure walking out slowly.

Jiang Yan still looked the same, with a casual expression and a restrained aura.

But for some reason, in the eyes of Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu, he seemed to be shrouded in an indescribable Taoist charm. Every step he took was in harmony with this world, and every breath he took attracted the mountain wind.

With just one glance, the consciousness was lifted up by an invisible hand and floated to the place of deepest desire in each person's heart.

Su Xiaoli saw herself standing on the highest floor of Lanxin Palace. The head of the sect, Li Muran, patted her shoulder with satisfaction. Below, all her fellow disciples looked at her with admiration and envy.

She became a genius that Qinglan Sect hadn't seen in a thousand years, and she shone brightly.

But Ling Yu returned to the mountain gate of Qianyu Sect.

Her parents were waving at her with a smile, her fellow disciples were sparring in the martial arts arena, and a thousand-feathered spirit bird was perched on her palm, combing its gorgeous feathers.

All disasters have never happened, the years are peaceful and warm as before.

Jiang Yan stood still, looking at the two people who were in some strange state, but nodded secretly in his heart.

"This new magical power is quite good. It can be used as an ordinary illusion to confuse the enemy. Since it is derived from the Heart Realm, let's call it "Heart Realm Ghosting."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped.

The crisp sound pierced the bubble of dreams.

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu shuddered all over, suddenly coming to their senses, both with a look of loss on their faces.

"That was just now! It was... a very real illusion..."

Su Xiaoli was confused at first, then she seemed to react and muttered to herself. She looked at Jiang Yan with more awe, and the respect in her heart was almost overflowing.

Jiang Yan nodded with a smile.

"I was in seclusion with some realizations, and for a moment I lost control. Some of these realizations leaked out and accidentally affected you, causing some hallucinations to appear."

Su Xiaoli had no doubts about it, thinking that the senior's cultivation was unfathomable, and even the Taoist rhyme he emitted unconsciously could lead people into a trance.

But Ling Yu, who was standing aside, was staring blankly at the palm of his hand, as if he had been struck by lightning.

In her white palm, a feather was lying quietly.

The feather was radiant and lifelike, exactly the most beautiful one on the spirit bird in her palm in her illusion.

She stretched out her trembling fingertips and touched it lightly.

The real touch and the familiar fluctuations of spiritual power all told her that this was not fake.

but……

"This... is really just an illusion..."

Ling Yu murmured absentmindedly, his mood was in turmoil.

Jiang Yan said, "Why are you looking for me so anxiously? Is there something wrong?"

Su Xiaoli finally came back to her senses and was about to say something, but the awe on her face was suddenly replaced by deep worry.

She quickly stepped forward and said to Jiang Yan anxiously, "Senior! This is bad!"

"In the past few days, many disciples have disappeared within the sect!"

"My senior brother Qingxuan is missing too!"

She became more and more anxious as she spoke, and there was even a hint of uneasiness in her voice.

"The headmaster and the elders almost turned the entire mountain gate upside down, but they couldn't find anything. It's like they disappeared out of thin air!"

Su Xiaoli clenched her fists tightly. She had a suspicion in her mind, and that was the Lingquan. After all, the lesson of Senior Brother Shen Yanqiu was there.

And she should have reported her guess to the headmaster immediately.

But for some reason, she always felt that this matter was related to Senior Jiang. If she reported it rashly, it might ruin Senior Jiang's plans.

This intuitive awe ultimately overwhelmed the adherence to the sect's rules.

She raised her head and looked at Jiang Yan with an almost pleading look.

"Senior, I suspect... I suspect they all fell into the spiritual spring like Senior Brother Shen Yanqiu!"

Jiang Yan listened to her narration with a calm expression, but he already understood it in his heart.

"Now that my realm is stable and I've explored many of the mysteries I should explore, I can get started!"

He looked at Su Xiaoli and supported her doubts.

"Your guess may be correct."

Hope suddenly lit up in Su Xiaoli's eyes.

"That……"

"I can take you to find him, but I need your help."

As Jiang Yan spoke, he extended his index finger. His movements seemed slow, but before Su Xiaoli could react, he had already lightly tapped her forehead.

Su Xiaoli felt a chill between her eyebrows, and the next moment, she saw Jiang Yan's fingers picking up an invisible silk thread from between her eyebrows and gently pulling it outwards.

A thin line of light red appeared out of thin air!

It was thinner than spider silk and hotter than blood. One end was connected to Su Xiaoli's eyebrows, and the other end, guided by Jiang Yan's fingers, flowed through the void like water, extending to an unknown place.

This is the revised version of the Bloodline Thread Pulling Technique.

Although it was not as good as the complete secret method used by the emperor, it was far superior to his own half-baked and castrated version.

With Jiang Yan's current semi-immortal realm and Yin Li as a living example, it would only take a few minutes for him to comprehend.

Jiang Yan looked at the red line extending into the distance and nodded.

"Let's go."

He turned and took a step forward. Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu quickly followed, while Yin Li, like a weightless shadow, followed silently at the end.

A light red blood line led the way ahead, and soon, it brought them to a rather remote cliff.

It was exactly the place where Li Muran had sneaked in before!

"here……"

Su Xiaoli looked at the ordinary stone wall in front of her, her eyes full of confusion.

Ling Yu was also puzzled, but both of them wisely remained silent.

They couldn't see the trick in front of them, but Jiang Yan saw through it at a glance.

There was no explanation, just a faint instruction.

"Follow closely."

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around him suddenly changed, as if his entire body had turned into nothingness.

This sense of emptiness instantly enveloped the three women behind him, and carried them straight towards the hard stone wall.

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu subconsciously closed their eyes.

The expected hardness did not come, and they only felt like they were passing through a layer of cool water curtain.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a deep and narrow passage.

This was the second new magical power that Jiang Yan had comprehended, "the synergy of being and non-being." It was similar to leading people through forbidden walls in silence, but Jiang Yan was only at this level for now and had no time to comprehend it more deeply.

Inside the passage, the air was misty and sticky.

There is clearly nothing there, but at the spiritual level, it gives people the illusion of being stuck in a quagmire.

Difficulty in movement and breathing.

"This is where?"

Ling Yu subconsciously lowered his voice, fearing to disturb the silence here.

Su Xiaoli shook her head blankly, and together with Ling Yu, she cast inquiring glances at the calm figure in front of her.

She was clearly a disciple of Qinglan Sect, but she was not as familiar with the sect as Jiang Yan, an outsider. She had no idea that there was such a place in the sect.

Jiang Yan said nothing and silently led the three women forward.

As we went deeper, the invisible sense of oppression became heavier and heavier, so cramped that it seemed to crush our souls to the ground.

But in Jiang Yan's heart, Sister Bao's voice was extremely excited and she kept cheering.

"Spirituality! Spirituality! Such a strong spirituality!"

"Shashasha~ It feels so good! Let me out quickly, I want to swim here!"

While Jiang Yan was trying to comfort the restless Bao Jie in his heart, he became more and more shocked.

How can this spirituality be so strong?

It's like spiritual energy, radiating so nakedly!

There is no living being to rely on to become enlightenment, no Dao rhyme to transform into spiritual spring, it is just exposed like this, but how can spirituality appear directly in the perception of divine consciousness?

The spirituality that can be directly perceived by divine consciousness must be so dense and terrifying!

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Su Xiaoli felt that her soul was about to be crushed and her brain was so swollen that it could no longer support her.

Suddenly, everything in front of me became clear.

Everyone looked up and their expressions changed.

It was a collapsed hall.

The magnificent stone pillars broke and collapsed, the exquisite murals were covered with dust and peeled off, and a hole was torn in the huge dome.

But even so, it cannot conceal its former grandeur and majesty.

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu were both shocked and stood there in shock.

Jiang Yan was also shocked, but he quickly broke free, with a strong sense of vigilance flashing in his eyes.

This picture...

The style of this building...

He seemed to have seen it somewhere...

It seems to be in... the Nether Dust Realm? !