Grassroots Immortality

If you can help your disciples solve their problems and you can change your state of independence for more than 600 years, your state of mind may be improved.

This was Zhao Ziyan's original idea for recruiting Yang Xueting.

At this moment, after learning that Yang Xueting had a problem that could not be solved, Zhao Ziyan was not bored by it. Instead, she was thinking about how to help Yang Xueting solve the problem.

This is also the reason why she asked Yang Xueting to come to her cave this time.

Yang Xueting's entry age was already close to eighteen. If it weren't for her extraordinary talent, it would have been impossible for her to join the Lingxi Sect at this age.

Not to mention being directly accepted as a direct disciple by Zhao Ziyan.

"Xue Ting, you are so eager for quick success and instant gain, you can easily go crazy. Did you know? As monks continue to practice, inner demons will breed in their hearts. If you are so unable to let go of your elder brother, you will not go too far on the road to immortality."

"Since my master has accepted you as my disciple, I can't let you go astray. You bring your eldest brother to my master's cave and let my master heal your eldest brother for you. This will also put an end to the obsession in your heart. I wonder if you are willing to practice wholeheartedly?"

When Yang Xueting heard this, a look of surprise immediately appeared on her face, and she nodded quickly to express her willingness.

Isn't the purpose of her practice just to cure her elder brother?

She didn't dare to speak to her master because she had only met Zhao Ziyan once.

He never thought that happiness would come so suddenly, and Zhao Ziyan actually offered to let her bring Lin Xian to treat him.

In this regard, Yang Xueting naturally could not find any reason to refuse.

After saying goodbye and leaving, Yang Xueting returned to her cave as quickly as possible, and then took Lin Xian to Zhao Ziyan's cave again.

When Yang Xueting returned to Zhao Ziyan's cave again, Zhao Ziyan also put on a purple gauze scarf on her face, covering all her features.

Zhao Ziyan has a beautiful face, but it can be said that there are almost no men who have seen her face in recent years.

Yang Xueting's eldest brother is a mortal. Even if he suffers from dementia, Zhao Ziyan habitually wears a hijab.

Yang Xueting didn't care at all about Zhao Ziyan's actions. When she came to Zhao Ziyan's cave again, the excitement on her face had not faded.

"Master, this is my disciple's eldest brother. I heard from the doctor that there is something wrong with my eldest brother's soul, and the medicine and stone are no longer effective. He needs the help of an immortal, maybe he can be restored to normal."

When Zhao Ziyan heard this, her expression did not change at all, her face was calm, and she just nodded slightly.

"Master, I will check his condition first and then treat him. Even if his soul is damaged, I have no other choice but to wait patiently."

After Zhao Ziyan finished speaking, her figure suddenly appeared in front of Lin Xian, and released a powerful force of soul, which rushed towards Lin Xian's eyebrows.

When Zhao Ziyan's soul power approached Lin Xian's sea of ​​consciousness, she found that Lin Xian's sea of ​​consciousness was extremely huge. In front of such a sea of ​​consciousness, her sea of ​​consciousness seemed so insignificant.

What is shocking is that the sea of ​​consciousness is in chaos. At this time, the size of this person's previous soul can be vaguely seen, but the existence of the soul is not visible!

Just when Zhao Ziyan was surprised, a feeling of extreme danger came. Zhao Ziyan quickly withdrew her soul power without hesitation.

The invasion of the power of Zhao Ziyan's soul just now inspired the protection methods left by the weapon spirit.

If Zhao Ziyan's reaction was any slower, I'm afraid she would become a demented person like Lin Xian.

Zhao Ziyan withdrew the power of her soul, her eyes full of panic, and she took several steps back before she stabilized her figure.

If her guess was correct, the cultivation level of the man in front of her, who was no different from a mortal, should have been unfathomable.

Zhao Ziyan already understood this when her soul faced the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness.

And the sense of crisis just now was definitely not groundless. If she had reacted even half a beat slower, her soul would have been crushed directly by that force.

At this time, Zhao Ziyan was terrified.

She was committing a crime of great disrespect by randomly entering the sea of ​​consciousness of a senior whose cultivation was profound and unpredictable.

Just one thought from this senior could make her soul annihilate.

At this moment, Zhao Ziyan's heart was completely occupied by fear.

Immediately he knelt down on his knees and bowed to Lin Xian.

"Senior, please forgive me for being disrespectful. I didn't know about it beforehand, so I offended you. It's my fault that I was careless. Please forgive me, senior!"

Seeing that the master just checked the elder brother's condition and then knelt in front of the elder brother with a face full of horror, no matter how stupid Yang Xueting was, she knew that the matter might not be simple.

Is this my eldest brother really a monk?

And the monk is so high that even a monk like Master would be so frightened?

It felt like she had caused a big disaster, and Yang Xueting didn't know what to do.

Zhao Ziyan pressed her forehead to the ground, not daring to make a single move.

Lin Xian was still stunned on the spot, with a dull look on his face and a dull look in his eyes, without any change.

More than twenty breaths have passed, and the atmosphere in the cave is solemn, and you can hear a needle drop.

Zhao Ziyan didn't dare to get up, and Yang Xueting didn't dare to speak.

The scene remained at a stalemate.

Finally, Yang Xueting could no longer bear such a solemn atmosphere.

He said timidly: "Master, my eldest brother can't speak. How about Master get up first and then talk."

Hearing Yang Xueting's words, Zhao Ziyan slowly raised her head and looked at Lin Xian. Sure enough, she saw Lin Xian's face was dull and there was no change in his expression.

There is no sign of attacking her or blaming her.

At this moment, Zhao Ziyan had long forgotten the loss of face in front of her disciples.

She was seen kneeling on the spot, with a puzzled look on her face, and she seemed to be afraid to stand up.

After a few breaths, Zhao Ziyan finally stood up slowly, but her face was solemn.

She was also very scared, afraid of sudden changes.

When she slowly returned to her position, the man in front of her still did not move. At this moment, Zhao Ziyan's mood was slightly relieved.

She looked at the man carefully.

The man looked ordinary and not handsome. Although he looked dull, he could not hide his resolute temperament.

This is the temperament that many hard-working people have on their faces.

This is not the first time Zhao Ziyan has seen this.

The skin on his face glowed with a metallic luster, which was a sign of the Mahayana of body refining.

After careful observation, Zhao Ziyan confirmed the identity of the man in front of her, and he was definitely a cultivator with extremely high cultivation.

As for why he became like this, what he had experienced to become like this, probably only he himself knew.

At this time, Zhao Ziyan also felt a little regretful. Why did she enter this person's sea of ​​consciousness so abruptly without observing him first?