The villain and I have eight hundred minds combined

Cang Xue continued, "Besides, after you ascended to become an immortal, you wanted to build a paradise in the heavens. It is full of pure energy and a blessed place for cultivation. How many people are thinking about it? If you want to protect Fuyue City, shouldn't you take a few hostages?"

She smiled gently, feeling relieved: "You are right, perhaps, in this life, you are the one who understands me best."

"The best is yet to come, let's continue."

After Cang Xue finished speaking, she walked forward.

The newly emerged illusion timeline is very close to the present, about a few years ago.

This time, when she saw Lu Xin again in her fantasy, she suddenly discovered that his hair had turned white and he looked much older, as if he had suddenly lost the vigor and ambition of his youth and he had grown old overnight.

"Master... why did he suddenly become old?" The moment she saw Lu Xin, her heart trembled for a moment and her nose soon became sore.

"You have to ask your senior brother about this." Cang Xue replied.

"What!?" Her eyes trembled.

At this time, a new illusion appeared. The slightly old Lu Xin was practicing on the top of the mountain. A person appeared behind him. It was Leng Feiren.

At this time, his cultivation level was already very close to that of Mu Hanxing, and his Taichen sword skills were also improving day by day. Although he did not look much different from the past, his face was calm, and he looked steady and experienced. People who did not know him thought he was still the honest and obedient eldest disciple Lu Xin.

"Master, please help me to ferry my soul today." Leng Feiren said to Lu Xin expressionlessly.

Lu Xin looked tired, but said nothing. He straightened his clothes and began to meditate on the spot.

Then, the two began to sit opposite each other and concentrate, Lu Xin was slowly transferring his spiritual power to Leng Feiren. The scene was just like the time when Tang Huanyun wanted to share his spiritual power with Mu Hanxing!

Mu Hanxing was stunned: "This is... my master is passing spiritual power to Leng Feiren? Why? Isn't his cultivation base pretty good!?"

"How do you think he ascended?" Cang Xue sneered, "Mortals also have a destiny that can quickly ascend by finding another way, and that is to steal other people's spiritual power for ascension."

She looked at the scene in front of her, her expression changed slightly, and an uncontrollable murderous intent surged into her heart.

Lu Xin passed all his spiritual power and possibly even his destiny to Leng Feiren!

The two were in the process of transferring souls. Lu Xin looked pale and said nothing. When the soul transfer was almost finished, Leng Feiren opened his eyes. They were a pair of calm eyes, but his voice was unusually cold: "Master, I see that you are getting thinner and older. Are you sick?"

Lu Xin frowned, shook his head with melancholy and regret, and sighed in his heart.

"I am really worried about you. If you are really feeling unwell, I will search all three realms to find a miracle doctor to treat you one day." Leng Feiren said this with a cold expression, without any warmth.

"I am sorry to you two. I... have no complaints or regrets. I only hope that after you become an immortal as soon as possible, you can plead for the people of the three realms, take it as your responsibility to eliminate demons and monsters, and protect the people as the righteous way." Lu Xin looked at him and warned him seriously.

Leng Feiren raised the corner of his lips and smiled faintly: "I will obey your orders, Master."

After the illusion disappeared, Mu Hanxing was sensitive enough to sense something. She asked Cang Xue, "No, I feel like there is a fragment missing, a crucial fragment."

"You are really smart, you guessed it right, because that is the memory that Lu Xin least wants to recall. If possible, he would rather forget it for the rest of his life." Cang Xue said, and reappeared to control the Cang Xue Sword, making the sword body like a mirror, reflecting the past.

The scene on the sword was what happened before Lu Xin decided to give Leng Feiren his soul.

Leng Feiren was obsessed with practicing the Taichen Sword and was in excruciating pain. He just woke up from a secret room full of ice.

Ever since he started practicing Taichen, whenever he went crazy he would be thrown into this dark and icy dungeon. They said that the icy breath in the dungeon could help the spiritual fire in his body to calm down temporarily and allow him to calm down quickly. In fact, they were just afraid that he would go crazy and accidentally harm his fellow disciples.

This is an abandoned and forgotten place for retreat and reflection.

He was forced to cultivate his spiritual roots, forced to practice Taichen, forced to enter the Gate of Questioning the Heart, forced to continue practicing, forced to be burned by spiritual fire until he wanted to commit suicide. No one could replace him, and no one would persuade him to give up.

He has been lonely since birth.

Just like every time he woke up, he was lying alone in an icy dungeon.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, not seeing a ray of light, feeling all alone and helpless.

At this time, someone walked into the dungeon. He turned around and found that it was Lu Xin who came to see him.

"Master, you're here." Leng Feiren's voice was hoarse.

Lu Xin brought him some food and water. Seeing that he had woken up, he asked distressedly, "Are you feeling better?"

Leng Feiren took a look at the food box he brought and laughed at himself: "Master, you didn't like me very much when I was a child. If that's the case, why do you have to pretend to be a kind father to me all day long? Aren't you tired?"

The food box in Lu Xin's hand fell to the ground with a "pop". He suddenly felt angry and asked him in disbelief: "Why did you say such a thing!?"

"Oh." He spread his hands on the ground and looked up at the ceiling, feeling sad and desperate. "Since I was born, people around me have been talking to me about morality and justice. If one day, I just want to be a selfish person and live only for myself, so what? What does the world have to do with me?"

“Flying Blade!” Lu Xin was so angry that his whole body trembled. “I know that you have been practicing Taichen since you were a child, and your mind will be damaged to some extent. So no matter what you do, I will follow your will, but you must not say such words. Have you forgotten three…”

"Enough!" Leng Feiren was furious and stood up suddenly from the ground. He shouted at Lu Xin, "Don't mention the Three Absolute Gates to me again! So what if I was born there!? Do you know how I got here as a child?"

Lu Xin looked at him, anger rising in his heart.

"They all know that Taichen is a divine sword and the spiritual fire it needs is extremely good, so they dare not get close to me, for fear that I will kill them all if I am unhappy! No one will get close to me or interact with me. They all know that I am the son of Leng Zongquan and have a divine sword. I am just an orphan that no one cares about. My father has never considered my feelings, and even you... are the same! You only know to let me take on the mission of Taichen, but never ask me if it hurts! Does it hurt!" Leng Feiren's eyes were wide open and he suddenly went crazy.

Lu Xin's anger also disappeared at this moment, and turned from anger to sadness. He leaned against the wall dejectedly, closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "... Did you know this a long time ago?"

Leng Feiren quickly replied: "Yes! I knew it a long time ago! I am the container that replaces Jiuzhou Ding!"

His desperate voice echoed in the ice cave.