The attackers were very skilled at attacking mortals. At least Yang Chen could only maintain a sitting position and could not stand up for a long time. His body seemed to be restrained by something. It was not until the first batch of dozens of people who had been eliminated and came out of the archway-like mountain gate that Yang Chen felt his body relax and finally stand up.
"What bad luck!"
"Not this year, oh no!"
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A series of sighs and groans were heard from the crowd. A few young men from the same village saw Yang Chen struggling and ran over to help him up.
"That's good, at least we still have a chance to try. Chenzi was unlucky today and was kicked out without even having a chance!" A young man seemed quite enthusiastic and said while helping Yang Chen brush off the dust on his body.
"Okay, let's go, let's go back!" Basically, everyone had no chance today. Someone took the lead, and naturally everyone followed: "We still have a month to go. Let's go! Maybe there will be another chance next year!"
"Forget it. This immortal spiritual root is destined by heaven. If it doesn't work this year, it may not work next year either." Someone sighed on the way down the mountain.
"That's not the case. The spiritual roots will only show up when the body has grown and the bones remain unchanged after a certain period of time. Maybe if I make up for it for a period of time this year, I will have the spiritual roots of immortality next year!" The person who said this is naturally someone who is full of hope for his body.
"Yang Xi and Yang Lan are lucky this year, and Old Master Yang will be even more powerful now. All his grandchildren have spiritual roots for cultivating immortals, and they can walk around the village like a bully!" Where there are those who are disappointed, there are naturally those who are proud, and everyone talks about it with an envious tone.
Yang Xi, Yang Lan—Yang Chen heard those two names again, and the dusty memories in his mind seemed to emerge from the depths of his memory once again, unstoppable. Yang Xi, in particular, filled Yang Chen with hatred that was almost etched in his bones. If it weren't for him, his master wouldn't have been implicated. If it weren't for him, Yang Chen wouldn't have lived a humiliating life hiding from others under an assumed name. It could be said that at least 50% of Yang Chen's misfortunes in his previous life were due to Yang Xi.
Fortunately, Yang Chen was reborn, and he was reborn before he even began cultivating immortality. This meant that Yang Chen had countless opportunities. Following the others on their way home, Yang Chen pondered this inwardly.
Yang Chen felt lucky to have been driven out of the mountain gate after a scream. If he were to face someone from the Taitian Sect, he wondered if he could contain his anger. He had no magical power at the moment, and would be no match for even the lowest-ranking disciple.
As for not being selected, Yang Chen didn't care at all. With the memories in his mind and tens of thousands of years of experience in cultivating immortals, it was meaningless to Yang Chen whether he could enter the mountain gate or not.
Even if Yang Chen's previous life was a failure, and he remained a failure in the immortal realm, he was, after all, a Daluo Jinxian. How could Yang Chen possibly even consider these mortal sects, aside from his own, the Pure Yang Palace? With the experience he gained in his previous life, was it still impossible for him to enter the realm of immortal cultivation? At the very least, he could follow his old path and become a Daluo Jinxian again.
But was he really going to follow his old path? Would he still be framed by Yang Xi, hunted by the Taitian Sect, and insulted by the Xuantian Sect's restrictions? As soon as this thought crossed his mind, a highly tempting thought suddenly occurred to him. Before Old Demon Yi exploded, he had spoken a great deal to the similarly dying Yang Chen, even discussing the magical techniques he'd used to improve his spiritual roots.
For centuries, the demon Yi Lao rampaged across the immortal realm, powerless against tens of thousands of celestial soldiers and generals. Finally, betrayed by a traitor, he was trapped by a net laid by a hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals. Even so, Yi Lao continued his slaughter, leaving rivers of blood. Finally, succumbing to his wounds, he used the Heavenly Demon Explosion Technique, wielding a thousand of them.
The reason why Old Demon Yi was so dominant in the Immortal Realm was because he had a full spiritual root of Fire, one of the Five Elements. Coincidentally, Yang Chen knew of this spiritual root-enhancing technique, and he also had a Fire spiritual root, and Yang Chen hadn't even started practicing yet. Isn't this a huge opportunity?
As this thought occurred to Yang Chen, his heart began to pound. Even when he ascended to the spirit realm and then the immortal realm, he had never been so excited. However, while excited, he also felt a sense of dilemma.
That was a magic skill that required killing people to absorb life essence to replenish one's spiritual roots. As a Daluo Jinxian, did I really need to cultivate magic skills to be reborn? Yi Lao Mo had killed tens of thousands of people back then. Did I also have to kill tens of thousands of people to cultivate? With my ten thousand years of experience in cultivating immortals, it was impossible for me to be too bad at cultivation. On the one hand, killing people to increase spiritual roots, on the other hand, I continued to cultivate normally. These two thoughts turned back and forth in Yang Chen's mind, and he couldn't make a decision for a while.
"Have you forgotten, Yang Chen?" A stern voice shouted in his mind, "Have you forgotten how your master was bullied and committed suicide? Have you forgotten how you were framed by Yang Xi and have never been able to make a breakthrough? Have you forgotten that after you ascended to heaven, you were still humiliated like a slave by that arrogant Xuantian Sect guy? Have you forgotten everything? You've been a coward all your life, do you want to continue to be a coward in this life?"
"No!" Yang Chen let out a low roar. All the painful memories he had thought he'd forgotten suddenly flooded back. The poignant look his master gave him as he lay dying, Yang Xi's smug expression after framing him, the contemptuous gaze of that great figure in the immortal world, who looked down upon him as worse than a dog, all flashed before his eyes. Finally, his memory lingered on the moment his master handed him the Mingguang Sword.
"No!" He would not allow anyone to shatter the beauty of this moment. Yang Chen's eyes revealed an unprecedented determination: "Even if I have to bear the brunt of the bloodshed, even if I have to become an unparalleled demon, I will protect you and live in peace and joy from now on."
Ten thousand years of forbearance in his previous life had made Yang Chen's character extremely tough. At this moment, after making a decision, Yang Chen calmed down instantly. Looking at the tall and straight Taitianmen Mountain Gate, he sneered and turned away.
"Master, please wait for me. Wait until I become your disciple again. The tragedy of my previous life will never happen again." Yang Chen cried out in his heart, as if swearing an oath: "In my previous life, you helped me bear everything. In this life, let me help you hold up the sky!"