Originated from mountains and seas, life never ends

Chapter 147 Fortunately, they failed

Meng Liyun met the white-haired man's gaze and was stunned.

"That's right." The black-haired man next to the white-haired man seemed to be unable to help himself. After hearing his companion say this, he followed suit.

"After all, do you understand what it means to be invited by my master? The emperor of your country and those high officials have repeatedly asked my master to let their children join our sect, but they rarely succeed."

"Even if they put out dozens of boxes of gold and silver, my master would choose them based on their aptitude, without any hesitation. And now, you are nothing but bandits—"

The black-haired man stood up and spoke in an intense tone, as if he felt strongly offended.

"Every time my master was invited by the emperor to the palace, the floor was covered with golden silk and satin, and hundreds of soldiers cleared the way. Now that he has come to your side, not only is he being watched like a plaything by you people, but he is also being looked down upon. Do you understand our identities?!"

After these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.

“No… my father didn’t mean that—” The child looked at the white-haired man, but couldn’t tell if he was happy or angry, so he turned his gaze to the black-haired man. “Everyone in the village is just interested in you. After all, we have only heard of immortals like you in legends, and have never seen them in person, so we are a little excited… I’m really sorry.”

The child said, bowing to the two of them.

The black-haired man's expression warmed up, and his tone became much softer: "That can't be--"

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he saw the master next to him raised his arm and stopped talking.

"No problem." The white-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Xiao. "After all, cultivators like us don't often leave the mountain gate, and you rarely come into contact with us. It's normal for you to have such curiosity and yearning for us."

Hearing this, Yan Ying's expression relaxed. Just as he was about to say something with a smile, he saw the white-haired man speak again.

"It's just... I don't know who these two are to be able to show up when we are talking about something like this."

The swallow eagle was stunned and looked at the owl somewhat at a loss.

Meng Liyun glanced at Yu Wei. It was obvious that they were frightened by the black-haired man's words. But it was normal. Even the emperor was brought up...

Meng Liyun's mind turned a few corners and she glanced at Xiao.

Xiao's expression remained unchanged. After looking at the white-haired man, he looked at Yu Wei again. Seeing that she had no intention of speaking, he stood up.

"Nothing special." Xiao looked at him calmly, "Since it has nothing to do with us, then we'll take our leave first."

As he said this, he glanced at Meng Liyun.

Meng Liyun was surprised, but didn't say anything and stood up.

Yu Wei heard this and seemed to want to stop him. She just raised her hand——

"and many more."

Unexpectedly, the white-haired man called them.

Meng Liyun turned around and saw him staring at Xiao. The indifferent mask on his face finally cracked, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You...are also a monk?"

The white-haired man narrowed his eyes again as he spoke: "But your method of cultivation is very similar to those of the beasts in the mountains. You probably haven't received any formal instruction, right?"

"..." Xiao looked at him, his eyes moved slightly, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

The white-haired man touched his chin. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but when facing Xiao, his contempt was much less.

"Which sect are you from?" The black-haired man stood up suddenly and frowned, "How dare you talk to my master like that!"

"Hey." The white-haired man waved his hand to stop him, and then his eyes wandered on Yu Wei Yanying for a moment, and suddenly a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "So that's how it is..."

Facing the white-haired man's gaze, Yu Wei's expression changed and she seemed a little afraid.

"They asked you to come here to test our strength, right?" The white-haired man's voice was full of laughter, but at the same time it also revealed a hint of coldness.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Yu Wei slowly stood up, tightened her grip on the whip at her waist, and took the child's hand.

The swallow eagle pulled the mother and son behind him, and his sharp eyes moved between the white-haired man and the owl.

"you……"

After a period of silence, Xiao finally spoke.

"Do you know Jiliang?"

?

Meng Liyun turned her head, her eyes full of confusion.

What is he saying.

Hearing this, the black-haired man, like her, showed a puzzled and slightly angry expression, and said sternly: "My master is asking you, don't talk about other things. What is Jiliang? You——"

Seeing that Xiao didn't seem to want to explain his gaze to her, Meng Liyun turned her head back and suddenly found that the white-haired man's expression was not right.

Meng Liyun raised her eyebrows.

"Jiliang is a divine horse from the Quanrong Kingdom, with a white body, red mane, and eyes like gold... Did you know?"

Xiao repeated it patiently and even told them what Jiliang was.

"Knowing...what's the use of not knowing?" The black-haired man didn't understand why his master had such a strange expression, but looking at the atmosphere between the two, he also felt that something was wrong.

Xiao ignored his question and stared at the white-haired man: "I passed by there a few months ago. I heard that a few years ago, a group of monks passed by there and seemed to be seriously injured. They helped the monks heal their injuries, but their sacred beast Jiliang was taken away."

Xiao's eyes dropped to the jade piece tied with a red string on the wrist of the white-haired man: "——It's because those monks heard that riding on Jiliang can increase one's lifespan by a thousand years."

After these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent. Meng Liyun looked at the white-haired man with eyes lowered and silent in astonishment, then looked at Xiao.

"This... isn't this a legend? What Quanrong Kingdom? I've never heard of it!" The black-haired man paused and said, "Riding it can increase your lifespan by a thousand years? How can such a good thing happen!"

"If that's the case, why did you kidnap Him?" Xiao's eyes were calm, not wavering at all because of his questioning, and he continued to stare at the white-haired man, "The red rope in your hand is made of Jiliang's mane, right?"

"What did you say?! Master, Master..." The black-haired man was shocked. He turned to look at his master, but saw that his face was unclear. He paused for a moment, as if thinking about something. He turned to face Xiao, "My master has already broken through the limit and is now over a hundred years old. How could he still need that kind of thing?! You are just talking nonsense!"

"Hey, your master hasn't said anything yet, why are you so anxious?" Meng Liyun couldn't help but speak out when she saw that Xiao still had no intention of paying attention to him.

Seeing the black-haired man turn his gaze towards her, Meng Liyun continued, "Aren't you a cultivator? Judging from your appearance, you must be at least fifty or sixty years old. Why are you still so impetuous and irritable? You look no different from me. It's completely different from what I thought..."

Meng Liyun said this and sighed in disappointment.

"You——" The black-haired man suddenly stopped and clenched his fists. It can be seen that he was angry, but it seemed that he was trying to suppress his anger because of Meng Liyun's words just now.

"According to your words, should we just let you spread rumors and slander?"

"Hmm?" Meng Liyun raised her eyebrows. "I told you that your master didn't say a word, but you helped him to push it away completely."

"Don't you see how bad your master's face looks... He hasn't even opened his mouth yet, but you're desperately trying to excuse him like a slave. What's wrong? Doesn't he have a mouth of his own?"

Meng Liyun had been unhappy with their attitude for a long time, and now when she heard him say this, she couldn't help but laugh at him.

"you--"

Suddenly, a sharp and secretive aura rushed towards her face.

Just as Meng Liyun realized something was wrong, a black light flashed before her eyes. The first thing she saw after she came to her senses was the pitch-black sword.

The long sword was held in front of his eyes, the blue animal pattern on it was lifelike, emitting a mysterious and deep luster. A cold white light flashed by, so cold that people dared not look directly at it.

Meng Liyun couldn't help but shudder and looked towards the hilt of the knife. Xiao had returned to her side without her noticing, with his arm across her face, in a protective posture.

Meng Liyun's eyes moved slightly and fell on the knife he was holding.

After all these years, the knife has not changed.

But... where did he put the knife?

Meng Liyun couldn't help but let her thoughts wander for a moment.

Then, he came to his senses and looked at the white-haired man sharply.

"It's you..." Meng Liyun wanted to say something, but stopped when she met his gaze.

The white-haired man had gloomy eyes, like a sharp vulture. He glanced at her coldly, and his gaze fell on the owl again.

"You are indeed quite capable." The white-haired man said, and stood up. A terrifying aura burst out in an instant, like a strong wind blowing from the ground, or like a storm crashing against the shore. The terrifying sense of oppression became more and more severe with his movements.

Meng Liyun's breathing suddenly deepened, and her spine seemed to be pressed down by an invisible boulder, forcing her to bow down in surrender.

Meng Liyun frowned, her heart suddenly beat very fast, her face looked grim, and she stared straight at the white-haired man.

Yan Ying and the others in the distance seemed to have the same feeling. Yan Ying's face was solemn, and Yu Wei beside him was already showing signs of swaying.

Yan Ying held Yu Wei's arm and whispered something in her ear. Yu Wei looked at him, seeming a little hesitant, but feeling Yan Ying's fingers tightening slightly, she had to grit her teeth and nodded.

The child was being suppressed by this aura and was in a trance. He was suddenly grabbed by his mother. He looked at his mother with a puzzled expression. Before he could react, he was pulled away.

Meng Liyun watched Yu Wei and the other person leave, and she felt relieved.

With this kind of pressure, if the child continues to stay here, who knows what problems might arise.

As Meng Liyun was thinking about it, she suddenly felt relaxed, and the terrifying pressure disappeared without a trace.

Meng Liyun was stunned and looked at Xiao, and found that he was still staring at the white-haired man. Her fingers slowly tightened, ready to attack at any time.

not him.

Meng Liyun couldn't help but look around.

Who is that?

Meng Liyun was just wondering when she heard the white-haired man speak.

"I have no intention of being your enemy, so why are you pressing me so hard?"

?

Meng Liyun turned her head suddenly and looked at him in disbelief.

Is there something wrong with his brain? Who is behind this?

"I'm asking you." Xiao's expression remained unchanged, and he turned the blade slightly, pointing it at the white-haired man, "Was it you, or someone from your sect, who took away Ji Liang?"

The white-haired man looked at him steadily, and suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled strangely: "Even if it is, what can it do?"

"Are you going to bring justice to those monsters?" The white-haired man stared at him. "The strong prey on the weak. You are also a monk, you must know this, right?"

"Cultivating immortals is a cruel thing. The so-called heavenly treasures and rare animals are extremely rare. It takes almost all your luck just to encounter them, let alone obtain them."

"A gentleman is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. You have such a treasure, but you don't have the ability to protect it. It's only a matter of time before it is robbed. If we don't do it, someone will. To be fair, would you let go of this easy opportunity to live forever? What right do you have to blame us?!"

"First of all, I'm not blaming you." Xiao's eyes gradually darkened as he spoke, "Secondly, I'm just confirming Jiliang's location."

"It's already dead." The white-haired man said coldly, "Even if you know, it's useless."

The owl's eyes became fierce: "You——"

"It was just too fragile." The white-haired man didn't wait for the owl to speak, and continued, "I just let some blood flow, thinking that I could make a magic circle to prolong its life. I didn't expect that it died within a few months."

"What a pity. If the magic circle succeeds, the cost and risk of immortality will be greatly reduced, and it may even be shared with mortals like you, so that you can also experience the taste of immortality..." The white-haired man said, turning his gaze to Meng Liyun, his eyes as cold and arrogant as ever, "It's a pity that it failed, and the horse is dead. With the corpse, those monsters will come to harass us again. We have no choice but to throw the corpse into the abyss."

Although Xiao didn't say anything, his expression was obviously gloomy and he looked at him coldly.

Meng Liyun suddenly remembered what the mountain god said to her last evening.

To be honest, from the perspective of the elderly, for the benefit of the entire human race, there seems to be no problem. After all, if they succeed, they will be the beneficiaries, and other races will be harmed. The only thing they would do wrong would be to repay kindness with enmity...

Meng Liyun looked at Xiao. It was obvious that Xiao was looking at things from the perspective of the Quanrong Kingdom, so he was disgusted by the behavior of the white-haired man.

After all, he is different from himself.

He is also a practitioner who can obtain the power he wants through his own efforts, so in his eyes, this behavior is unreasonable.

But most people cannot have this feeling, and don't even have the opportunity to touch the so-called vitality. For them, the behavior of the white-haired man is a blessing to them.

After all, if the white-haired people succeeded, they were the bad guys, they took the risks, and they made the efforts. Ordinary people like them only needed to follow behind them, waiting for them to divide the spoils and get some charity from their fingers.

Even though what was left were just some odds and ends, it was enough to satisfy these mortals.

Meng Liyun's eyes sank slightly and her expression darkened.

Although this conclusion is unconscionable, it is the fact.

Meng Liyun felt a little disgusted with her idea, but there was no way she could change it.

Unfortunately, they failed.

Fortunately, they failed.

If they succeed, they will be followed by many people. By then, it will be useless to tell people how they got the magic circle, how they violated morality and hurt those who helped them.

After all, they succeeded.

The road to success is filled with the corpses of failures. As long as they succeed, no matter how much darkness there is in the middle, it is just an inevitable sacrifice in people's eyes.