Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Xu Ruxian nodded but found that after he took the medicine, Lan Fenghuang still had no intention of leaving. He curiously turned his head to look at her and asked, "What is it? Is there anything else the little girl needs?"    

    

"That, prime minister Xu, I just want to ask if there is any news about Yang Xuan now?"    

    

Lan Fenghuang's fingers fiddled with the corner of her clothes, and her face was already covered with a layer of red.    

    

Xu Ruxian did not know whether to laugh or cry. He nodded slightly. He said to Lan Fenghuang, "According to Elder Yuh, Yang Xuan is still alive. However, his life star was bright and dark at times. It was probably at a critical moment of life and death. As for whether he can survive it or not, it will depend on his own luck. "    

    

Even Lan Fenghuang herself did not notice that after listening to Xu Ruxian's narration, from the beginning, she was worried and nervous. In the end, she let out a sigh of relief and looked extremely nervous.    

    

However, a girl's feelings were always poetic. Xu Ruxian did not expose these things.    

    

After thanking Xu Ruxian, Lan Fenghuang left Xu Ruxian's room. Xu Ruxian looked in the direction Lan Fenghuang left and could not help but sigh with emotion, "It's good to be young."    

    

He couldn't help but think of the Profound Gate Pass 20 years ago, where there was a young man with a long sword in green clothes. There was always another girl who liked to wear a big red dress who pulled his ears and asked him if he had gone out to drink flower wine.    

    

"Wu Qi, your son is very similar to you in the past!"    

    

Xu Ruxian looked at the starry sky outside the door, and couldn't help but recall the scene back then. Unconsciously, the corner of his mouth also curled up into a smile.    

    

...    

    

It had been five days since Yang Xuan had fallen unconscious in the Spirit Pagoda. Apart from Yuh Qingcheng, who was praying for Yang Xuan every day, Mong Ju'an and Black Panther had calmed down a lot about this matter. Yang Xuan's life force had also become stronger and stronger.    

    

The Black Panther rolled on the ground leisurely. It laid on the ground and looked at the center of the tower. The flickering soul imprint belonging to Yang Xuan said, "When that bumpkin wakes up this time, I must make him give me a hundred. No, a thousand demon pill is a good opportunity for me. I, Master Bao, have lived for tens of thousands of years. This is the first time that I am so worried about someone."    

    

Suddenly, the aura on Yang Xuan's body changed. The Black Panther suddenly jumped up from the ground and looked at Yang Xuan nervously.    

    

"This is?"    

    

Everyone could sense that Yang Xuan's life force was fading away at a rapid speed. It was about to turn into a dead silence.    

    

"Idiot? What's wrong with you?"    

    

Yuh Qingcheng nervously ran to Yang Xuan's side. She did not care about the dirt on Yang Xuan's body and asked nervously while hugging him.    

    

In the endless darkness, the surroundings were filled with silence.    

    

Yang Xuan walked forward aimlessly.    

    

In his memory, he was being hunted down by a Sixth Stage warrior from the Barbarian Clan. After forcefully using the Heavenly Eye to attack him, he lost consciousness.    

    

When he woke up again, he was already here.    

    

It was pitch black all around, but he found that he could clearly see his hands and even any part of his body. In other words, there was light in this dark space.    

    

Because there was nothing around him, he couldn't feel the flow of time here.    

    

In the beginning, Yang Xuan could still count his steps to calculate the time, but later on, he didn't have the motivation to continue counting.    

    

The Spirit Aura in his body was empty. Yang Xuan tried to fly up. However, he discovered that he was actually unable to control the Spiritual Force. Not only that, he also discovered that the Sea of Consciousness that should have stored the Spirit Pagoda. He was actually unable to enter. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to sense the existence of his sea of consciousness.    

    

In other words, Yang Xuan was merely an ordinary person in this darkness.    

    

"Where exactly is this place?"    

    

Yang Xuan walked for a long time and found that there were many existences in this dark space that did not conform to common sense. For example, he was just an ordinary person who had walked for such a long time. Logically speaking, he should be exhausted. However, he did not feel this way. Yang Xuan even felt that his energy and physical strength were very abundant.    

    

"Am I already dead?"    

    

Yang Xuan looked around curiously. When he was very young, he saw from the book Yang Qianxue sent him that people would enter the Underworld after death. There would be a Hell King who would convict him and then be led by the Black and White Impermanence. After passing by the Bridge of Helplessness, which was guarded by Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and drinking Meng Po's soup, he entered the cycle of reincarnation.    

    

"If I drink the Meng Po soup, will I forget everything in my life?"    

    

Yang Xuan thought in his heart. He thought of Yang Dingshan who had endured for sixteen years and ignored him in Qingzhou City for his safety. He thought of Yang Qianxue, who always secretly gave him money and books, and many other people.    

    

Yang Xuan felt that his short 20 years of life were like a horse's lantern, and he had once again lived in front of him.    

    

In the first sixteen years, the scenes Yang Xuan remembered were all black and white. This kind of scene continued all the way until the time when he was sixteen years old, when he used the Leap Test. A little girl wearing a goose yellow dress accidentally barged into his room and slept on his bed.    

    

After the face with two cute dimples appeared, Yang Xuan was surprised to find that his world had suddenly become colorful.    

    

However, when Yang Xuan reached out his hand to touch Yuh Qingcheng's face, he only touched the void.    

    

Yang Xuan suddenly wanted to sleep. Perhaps in his dream, he could see Yuh Qingcheng again.    

    

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan laid down on the ground and closed his eyes. He did not feel the existence of the ground. Yang Xuan was surprised to find that he seemed to be floating in the void. His hand reached towards the ground, but it wasn't blocked by anything.    

    

But this was no longer important. Yang Xuan just wanted to have a good sleep and meet Yuh Qingcheng again in the dream.    

    

At this moment, Yang Xuan was surprised to find a familiar sound coming from beside his ear.    

    

"Silly, don't die."    

    

"Silly, the clothes you bought for me, I haven't worn them for you to see!"    

    

"Idiot..."    

    

"Idiot..."    

    

The calls echoed in Yang Xuan's ears and he frowned. It was Yuh Qingcheng's voice.    

    

"Qingcheng? Qingcheng?"    

    

Yang Xuan was no longer sleepy. He stood up and shouted excitedly in all directions.    

    

In the Spirit Pagoda, Yuh Qingcheng was surprised to find that Yang Xuan's life force, which was dissipating rapidly, had actually stopped dissipating. It even showed signs of recovering.    

    

In the darkness, Yang Xuan looked around but did not find any trace of Yuh Qingcheng.