Chapter 46: This Venerable One Wakes Up

When he woke up, Mo Ran realized that he was still in the Divine Martial Library.

He seemed to have slept for a long time, but when he opened his eyes, he realized that not much time had passed. It felt like only a blink of an eye.

He did not know if it was because the spell was successfully broken, but when he woke up, he realized that he was lying on the ground. However, he was completely unharmed.

Those hideous wounds and dripping blood seemed like a nightmare that did not leave a mark on his body.

Mo Ran was surprised and delighted. He looked at Shi Mei and realized that he had fainted as well. However, he was also unharmed.

Could it be that after passing the Gou Chen Upper Palace's trial, the Gou Chen Upper Palace not only removed the illusion, but also restored their injuries?

…

When he thought about it carefully, the Gou Chen Upper Palace did not want to harm anyone. Instead, it was in line with the original intention of the trial. However, Mo Ran felt that it was unreal. He even felt that he had survived a disaster.

Among the four of them, he was the first to wake up.

Then, it was Shi Mei. When he saw Shi Mei slowly opening his eyes, Mo Ran was overjoyed. He quickly said, "Shi Mei!

We're fine!

We're fine!

Look at me! "

At first, Shi Mei was in a daze. Then, he gradually regained his senses. He suddenly opened his eyes wide. "Mo Ran?!

You — "

Before he could finish, Mo Ran hugged him tightly.

Shi Mei was stunned. However, he still patted his shoulder gently. "What happened to you …"

"I'm sorry that I made you suffer so much."

Shi Mei said blankly, "Actually, it's nothing. I just had a dream."

Mo Ran said, "But it's still really painful!"

Shi Mei asked, "… What do you mean it really hurt?"

At this moment, Xue Meng woke up. He seemed to have dreamt of something and shouted, "How dare you!

How dare you molest me! "He sat up abruptly.

Shi Mei saw that he was awake and went over. "Young Master."

"Ah … Why are you here?

Why are you here? "Xue Meng thought he was still in a dream.

Mo Ran was in a good mood. His expression towards Xue Meng was also very gentle. He smiled and told him what had happened. Only then did Xue Meng come back to his senses.

"So it was a dream … I thought …"

In order to cover up his embarrassment, Xue Meng lightly coughed. He suddenly discovered that Chu Wanning, who had always been the strongest, was actually still asleep. He couldn't help but be shocked.

"Why isn't Master awake yet?"

They walked over and examined Chu Wanning's wound.

As Chu Wanning was injured before the illusion was activated, according to the design of the Gouchen Upper Palace, only the injuries sustained in the illusion could be healed. Therefore, Chu Wanning's shoulder was still soaked with a large amount of blood. It was a ghastly sight.

Mo Ran sighed and said, "Let's wait and see."

After about the time it took to burn a stick of incense, Chu Wanning finally woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes. When he woke up, his gaze was cold, as if he had just experienced a snowstorm.

After a long time, he moved his eyes and looked at Mo Ran.

However, he seemed to be like Xue Meng. He was still not fully awake. He looked at Mo Ran and slowly reached out his hand. He said hoarsely, "You …"

Mo Ran said, "Master."

Hearing him call out to him, Chu Wanning's hand froze in mid-air. His pale face seemed to have a trace of color. His eyes suddenly brightened. "Yes …"

"Master!!"

Xue Meng rushed over and pushed Mo Ran aside. He held Chu Wanning's hand. "How are you?

Are you feeling better?

Master, you didn't wake up for so long. I was worried to death. "

When Chu Wanning saw Xue Meng, he was slightly stunned. Then, the mist in his eyes gradually dispersed.

When he looked carefully at Mo Ran, he saw that although the other was looking at him, he was tightly holding Shi Mei's hand. He didn't let go for even a moment.

"… …"

Chu Wanning was completely awake. His face became cold.

Then, like a fish in a dry pond, he finally died.

Shi Mei said with concern, "Master, are you okay?

Does your shoulder hurt? "

Chu Wanning said calmly, "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt."

With Xue Meng's help, he slowly stood up.

Mo Ran was puzzled. Chu Wanning's shoulder was injured. Why did his steps seem weak when he stood up, as if his foot was injured?

Mo Ran thought that Chu Wanning didn't know what happened in the illusion just now, so he briefly repeated it.

Shi Mei felt that something was wrong when he heard it just now. Now that he heard it again, he felt even more strange. He couldn't help but ask, "Mo Ran, you said that I saved you?"

"That's right."

Shi Mei was silent for a while, then said slowly, "But I … just now, I was dreaming and didn't wake up."

Mo Ran was shocked, but then laughed, "Don't joke around."

Shi Mei said, "I'm not joking. I dreamt … I dreamt of my parents. They're still alive.

That dream was too real. I felt like … like I couldn't bear to leave them behind. I really — "

Before he could finish speaking, he heard Chu Wanning say indifferently, "There's nothing strange about that.

It's probably the North Star's illusion that erased the memory of when you saved him.

In any case, Xue Meng and I didn't save him. Since he said that you saved him, then you saved him. "

Shi Mei, "…"

"What else? Does the North Star have a way to swap people's hearts?" Chu Wanning said coldly.

He wasn't willing to do all the work for others. He originally wanted to tell Mo Ran the truth, and hoped that Mo Ran would realize that the person in the illusion wasn't Shi Mei, but himself who had swapped hearts with Shi Mei.

However, Mo Ran's confession to Shi Mei in the end was too embarrassing for Chu Wanning.

When he woke up, he looked into Mo Ran's shining black eyes.

For a moment, Chu Wanning felt that perhaps Mo Ran also cared about him a little.

This kind of humble expectation was a weak thought that he only dared to secretly explore after such a long time.

However, that was just his wishful thinking.

Mo Ran wouldn't know about the blood he shed and the injuries he suffered, and there was no need for him to know.

He wasn't stupid. Although he didn't say it, he could already feel how much Mo Ran cherished that gentle and beautiful person.

How could he see himself standing in a corner like a puppet that had accumulated dust?

However, when he heard Mo Ran say "I've always loved you", Chu Wanning felt that he had lost miserably and utterly.

In Mo Ran's opinion, the hug in the illusion was given to him by Shi Mei out of charity.

However, Mo Ran would never know that the hug was actually given to another pitiful person by himself.

Chu Wanning never thought that Mo Ran would love him, so he tried very hard to suppress this feeling. He didn't force it, disturb it, or touch it lightly.

Those reckless feelings of love and passionate entanglement only grew on the soil of youth.

When he was young, he also hoped that someone could accompany him and drink under the moon. However, he kept waiting, but that person never came.

Later on, day after day, his reputation and status in the cultivation world became higher and higher. Everyone looked up to him and said that he was unreasonable.

Later on, he also accepted this kind of high and unreasonable attitude.

He was like hiding in a cocoon, and time spun silk on his cocoon.

At first, he could still see some light seeping in through the cocoon, but year after year, the silk grew and the cocoon became thicker. He could no longer see the light.

There was only himself and darkness in the cocoon.

He didn't believe in love, didn't believe that the heavens could see the curtains, and didn't want to pursue anything.

If he went through a lot of hardships, biting open the cocoon with bruises all over his body, and stumbling out, but there was no one waiting for him outside, what should he do?

Although he liked Mo Ran, this person was too young, too distant, and too passionate. Chu Wanning didn't want to get close, afraid that one day he would be burned to ashes by this kind of fire.

Therefore, he retreated from all the paths of retreat that he could take.

He didn't know what he did wrong.

As a result, he only had a little bit of wishful thinking left, but it was drowned by the cold rain that covered the sky.

"Shizun, look over there!"

Xue Meng's shout brought Chu Wanning back to reality. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the Sword-Forging Pool was once again boiling with lava. Surrounded by flames, the Ancient Wood Tree Spirit broke out of the water once again.

However, the Tree Spirit's eyes were white. It was obviously in a state of insanity.

It held the Gouchen Upper Palace's shining silver sword with both hands.

Chu Wanning said, "Run!

Quickly! "

He didn't need to repeat himself. His disciples immediately ran towards the exit.

The controlled Tree Spirit howled at the sky, and the chains on its body shook with clanking sounds.

No one said anything, but the four of them heard a voice at the same time.

"Stop them. Don't let any of them escape."

Xue Meng turned pale. "Someone's talking in my ear!"

Chu Wanning said, "Ignore him. It's the Heart-Picking Willow's Mantra of Confusion!

Just run! "

When he said this, the others remembered that the Heart-Picking Willow had reminded them when he was awake. The Mantra of Confusion was to use the greed in a person's heart as a lure to make them kill each other.

As expected, the voice in Chu Wanning's ear hissed, "Chu Wanning, don't you feel tired?"

"Wanye Yuheng, the grandmaster of a generation.

Such a person could only secretly fall in love with his own disciple.

You've done so much for him, but he doesn't know what's good for him. He never had you in his eyes. He only likes that gentle and cute little senior brother.

How pitiful are you? "

Chu Wanning's face was ashen. He ignored the noise in his ear and rushed toward the exit.

"Come to my side. Pick up this ancestral sword and kill Shi Mei. Then, there will be no one between you two.

Come to my side. I can help you get what you want and make the person you love fall in love with you.

Come to my side … … "

Chu Wanning said angrily, "You little rascal, why don't you get lost!"

The others also heard the different conditions proposed by the voice. Although they slowed down, they could still resist the temptation.

As they got closer and closer to the exit, the Heart-Picking Willow seemed to become more and more crazy.

"Think carefully!

Once you get out of this door, you won't have another chance! "

The sound in everyone's ears was different. It was a mournful shriek.

"Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning, do you really want to be alone for the rest of your life?"

"Mo Weiyu, I'm the only one in this world who knows where the Medicine of Resurrection is. Come to my side. Let me tell you — —"

"Shi Mingjing, I know the desire in your heart. I'm the only one who can help you!"

"Xue Ziming, the Divine Weapon you picked is a fake!

Jin Chengchi is left with the last weapon made by Gouchen Upper Palace. Come back and this ancestral sword will belong to you!

Don't you want a peerless Divine Weapon?

Don't you want to be the chosen one?

Without the Divine Weapon, you will never be better than others!

Come to my side … … "

"Xue Meng!" Mo Ran suddenly realized that his cousin had disappeared.

He turned around and saw that Xue Meng's footsteps were slowing down. Finally, he stopped and turned around to look at the floating silver-blue sword in the Sword Forging Pool.

Mo Ran's heart trembled.

He knew how deep Xue Meng's obsession with the Divine Weapon was.

This brat must be very disappointed when he found out that the weapon he got was a fake.

It was perfect that the Heart-Picking Willow used the ancestral sword to tempt him.

"Xue Meng, don't believe him. Don't go over!"

Shi Mei also said, "Young Master, let's go. We're almost at the exit!"

Xue Meng turned around and looked at them blankly. The voice in his ears became more and more enchanting, "They're jealous of you and don't want you to get the Divine Weapon.

Think about Mo Weiyu, he has already obtained his weapon, so he can't wait for you to get nothing.

Both of you are brothers. If you're not as good as him, the position of Supremacy at the peak of life and death will naturally be his. "

Xue Meng muttered, "Shut up."

Mo Ran seemed to be anxiously shouting something at him, but he could not hear him clearly. He could only hold his head and repeat, "Shut up!

Shut up! "

"Xue Ziming, there is no weapon in the Divine Martial Warehouse that is suitable for you. If you miss the Ancestral Sword, you can only submit to Mo Weiyu in the future. At that time, he will be your Reverend, and you will have to kneel in front of him and listen to his orders!

Think about it. Killing him is not a problem at all!

Since ancient times, there have been many conflicts between brothers. Furthermore, he is only your cousin!

What are you hesitating for!

Come — — let me give you the sword … … "

"Xue Meng!"

"Young Master!!"

Xue Meng suddenly stopped struggling. He suddenly opened his eyes, which were actually red.

"Come to me … … you are the chosen one … … you deserve to be the Supremacy … …"

Chu Wanning said sternly, "Xue Meng!"

"Come … … only when you become the Supremacy at the peak of life and death can the cultivation world be peaceful … … think about those who are suffering, think about the unfair treatment you have suffered … … Xue Ziming, let me help you … …"

Unknowingly, Xue Meng had already arrived at the boiling Sword Forging Pool. The spirit of the heart-picking willow was holding the ancestral sword of the Gouchen Upper Palace. Its eyes were completely bloodshot.

"Very good. Take this sword and stop them all!"

Xue Meng slowly raised his hand and trembled as he took the silver-blue treasure sword.

"Kill them all."

"Kill Mo Weiyu."

"Go … … ahhhhh!!!!"

Suddenly, Xue Meng pulled out his longsword and drew a dazzling sword flower in his hand. Then, he stabbed with his backhand. The spiritual light of the Ancestral Sword flowed, illuminating the handsomeness of the proud son of heaven. Under the light of the sword, there was no blood in his eyes. Instead, they were brighter and purer than usual.

The sword did not stab towards Mo Ran. Instead, it went straight for the heart-picking willow's body and pierced through its stomach!

In an instant, the earth trembled and the willow swayed.

The Mantra of Confusion was broken. The Divine Martial Library was in chaos.

Xue Meng panted heavily. He used all his strength to break free from the bewitchment.

He stared at the heart-picking willow. His young face was filled with the persistence and purity of a youth.

The arrogance and naivety in his burning eyes could be easily seen.

The so-called phoenix's fledgling was not just a martial arts attainment.

"Don't you think you can bewitch me. Don't you think you can harm others."

Xue Meng panted as he finished speaking. Then, he suddenly pulled out his sword!

The heart-picking willow instantly burst out a burst of smelly blood. As he was dying, his consciousness returned to his body. The evil aura on his body suddenly disappeared.

He clutched his chest and barely stabilized his body. He raised his face and opened his mouth. Although there was no sound, the shape of his mouth could be heard clearly.

"Thank … … you … … for … … stopping … … me … …"

The heart-picking willow's body was an ancient spirit. Its power was on par with the Ancestor Sword. After the collision, both sides were injured.

The Ancestor Sword in Xue Meng's hand suddenly lost its spiritual light. In an instant, it became dull and colorless.

At the same time, the Ten Thousand Years Old Tree Spirit suddenly dispersed.

In an instant, tens of thousands of flowing lights scattered into the waves. Like fireflies, they circled and danced around the crowd. The brilliance flowed and the golden light was dazzling. In the end, they faded away one by one and disappeared.

Shi Mei said, "Young Master, come here quickly. This place is going to collapse!"

The earth trembled. They could not stay for long.

Xue Meng turned around and took one last look at the Divine Martial Library. With a "clang", he threw away the broken Ancestor Sword and left.

Behind him, the bricks and tiles collapsed like snow.