The master's brother came back to his senses from deep thought, slowly got up, and three white cloud patterns quietly floated out of his body.

  He lowered his eyelids and gazed at Shen Yi, his voice extremely soft as he recited a passage of obscure sounds.

  “……”

  The violent emotions in Shen Yi's heart were washed away by an inexplicable coolness, and his slightly ferocious expression also subsided slightly.

  Congratulations, brother, he pulled out the hidden sword from his waist and placed the hilt in his palm, still with a dull expression: "You... are... too... impatient."

  "Thank you, Brother Skull."

  Shen Yi let out a long sigh, and the red mist in his eyes quickly dissipated.

  "No... no need to be polite." Brother Chui stuttered and shook his head.

  "Golden Body Technique."

  These three words are like a switch, and Shifu's expression becomes clearer: "I will teach you the Clear Mind Technique. If you feel unwell, just call me, but this technique belongs to a minor path, using it too much will make you dependent."

  "You should still try your best to comprehend the Golden Body Method's 'Zhen' character mantra."

  "I understand."

  Shen Yi nodded, never having thought that the harm of those stray thoughts would be so terrifying.

  The thoughts of ordinary people are actually nothing for cultivators.

  But if this number were to swell to tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands... even he would find it somewhat overwhelming.

  With experience, Shen Yi continued to carefully infuse his lifespan into the Golden Body Technique.

  It stops for a little while every few hundred years.

  In the year 6300, you feel that your divine soul is already filled with distracting thoughts. If there's even a little more, your mental state will completely collapse. You must suppress them all, but where to suppress them... You look at Qinghua Furen beside you.

  Look at the prompts on the panel.

  Shen Yi's face turned pale and he suddenly reacted, Ah, yes, didn't he still have a demon soul?

  In the year 6900, you placed all your thoughts in the soul of Qinghua's wife. Watching her and you hugging each other in pain, sitting still, your mood suddenly calmed down a lot.

  Shen Yi's body suddenly went limp and slumped against the shelf, panting heavily.

  The master's brother was curious to see him, but found that the young man's eyes were clear and bright, with a hint of ease.

  He fell into silence:“……”

  After a moment, his face gradually showed an expression of shock: "Younger brother, you've already crossed over?"

  "Half, I suppose."

  Shen Yi struggled to sit up straight.

  Whether we can get through it depends on how much more Green Flower Madam can endure.

  She is a demon, an existence most detested by the hearts of men. Now she has been forcibly burdened with miscellaneous thoughts, as if being roasted in oil and fire, trapped in purgatory.

  Enduring all kinds of suffering in the world, to protect its master with the supreme law.

  It seems to have come true at this moment.

  To know that these random thoughts are like heart demons, the more they infuse into your lifespan, the more intense the torture will be.

  Thousands of years of deduction passed, and then all the emotions were poured into Shen Yi's mind in just a few short breaths... it would be strange if he didn't go crazy.

  He endured the torture of the first half, now it's up to Qing Hua's skills.

  "Half?"

  Although the senior brother didn't quite understand, a strange emotion that he had rarely felt before surged up in his heart.

  He touched his facial features, feeling the changes.

  Such an expression seems to have been seen on many people's faces, only it is usually others who show it towards oneself.

  Shake... shocking?

  Shen Yi took in her senior brother's change of expression, but didn't say anything to explain.

  The difficulties they encountered were actually very simple.

  It's just that his natural talent is too high, and subconsciously he doesn't even consider himself human.

  This problem is easier to solve than ever.

  The previous Jiang Qiu Lan, who thought she was invincible, had almost shattered her Taoist heart under her own majestic and demonic lifespan.

  Also let this senior fellow experience it once, guaranteeing the medicine will cure the disease.

  ……

  The small attic seems ordinary, but it is actually the most heavily guarded place in the Great Qing Dynasty.

  No one disturbed me.

  More than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

  Shen Yi sat in the corner, the only difference between him and the skeleton next to him was that he still had flesh.

  Both of their eyes were equally empty.

  The incense of the Demon-Slaying Department has been exhausted.

  He was simply resting.

  The 18,000-year-old demon's lifespan was exchanged for the entry of the Arhat Golden Body Method.

  At this moment, he can finally start casting his true golden body.

  “……”

  Wishing the senior brother to squat beside, reciting the Qing Xin Fa Jue for Shen Yi, he stared at this young man sitting in the corner, then crossed over the deep chasm that had not been touched for 3,900 years.

  My heart feels inexplicably sour.

  But can't quite put it into words.

  "Envy?" Shen Yi raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways.

  "Not just that." Zhusi shook his head, envying this feeling, which was about seven days ago, and now the feeling is even deeper.

  "That's jealousy." Shen Yi replied after a moment of contemplation.

  Two people were seriously discussing emotional issues, and the scene was slightly strange.

  "Yes, I'm jealous of you." Zhu Shixiong nodded seriously.

  "That's about it." Shen Yi patted the skull on the shoulder and got up with a stumble, walking to another shelf.

  "Is the young master also interested in these?" Zhu Jue stood up, and even if he didn't discuss the Golden Body Technique, his words were still extremely fluent.

  "After being tired of profound studies, let's have something shallow to refresh our minds."

  Shen Yi's divine sense quickly swept over more than a dozen jade slips.

  "There's also some truth to that." Zhuo Ge felt the same way, he used to be like that too, only he had read all sorts of miscellaneous books, but hadn't read anything about Xuan Yuan Wu Fu, and always thought it was a bit crude.

  "What's next for you, young master?"

  He felt that this young junior brother seemed to have the intention of leaving.

  "Go to Wu Temple and ask Brother Wu for a vacancy."

  Shen Yi glanced at the extra row of words on the panel, then bowed his fist to bid farewell to Skull Brother, and turned to leave the attic.

  "Look quickly!"

  At the moment when Mo Sheng walked out of the pavilion, more than a dozen dark spirits immediately cast their eyes on him.

  Some with slightly thicker skin have already come forward.

  "Shen Shidi, have you chosen a satisfactory Golden Body Technique?"

  "Thank you, I've already chosen." Shen Yi nodded.

  As soon as this was said, the faces of all the martial artists present changed slightly, forcing out smiles, and their exchanged glances hid a thick sense of shock.

  The young man was equivalent to acknowledging the cultivation of the Upper Boundary Martial Immortal.

  Horror!

  The previous rumors were true, Tian Jiao indeed possessed an incredibly powerful absorption ability that was hard to believe.

  Now that he has chosen the Golden Body Technique... it must be necessary to summon the incense and wishes of the Wu Miao disciples.

  Most people still congratulated and sighed at this point, but a few faces flashed with some unusual colors.

  Zhū Jiǎo has already proven through personal experience that innate talent is not necessarily effective in condensing a Golden Body.

  But he didn't eat much after all, so even if he wasted food, it was limited.

  If it were this Qilin instead, things would be different.

  In a short period of time, he could finish off the Town Demon's willpower and achieve the Upper Boundary of Martial Immortal. Then, how long would it take to finish off the incense of the Great Dry Dynasty... a year?

  If the casting of the golden body fails, the consequences are unimaginable.

  ……

  Inside the Grand Temple of Wu Miao, four figures clad in green robes had just concluded a rigorous training session.

  Wu Dao'an patted his sleeve and subconsciously let out a sigh: "Alas."

  "What's wrong? Has that junior brother of ours gone on patrol in the nine provinces again?" asked Qin Miao, a chubby monk with a hearty laugh.

  "That's not it."

  Wu Dao'an shook his head and said with some relief: "He has always been cultivating in the armory... I just feel that he is not very close to us."

  From the first time he entered the imperial city.

  So far, we have met only three times.

  "Is it because we are old and ugly?" Wu Dao'an furrowed his brow and stroked his beard.

  Upon hearing this, the other three people simultaneously glared at him and didn't bother arguing with this old devil.

  Just then, the young man in a black shirt walked into the great hall.

  He respectfully cupped his hands and said: "Shen Yi has seen several senior brothers."

  Several people smiled at the sight.

  Look at what Old Wu said, isn't he being quite polite?

  (End of chapter)