Chapter 828 The Ring of Time
Back mountain.
A large number of strong men are sweating in the sun with their upper bodies naked.
This is the daily exercise task for the "yang materials" raised in the Yin-Yang Sect.
Only reasonable exercise, plus sufficient nutrition, can last long enough under the endless collection and replenishment.
After all, hungry, skinny, and weak refugees are not at all to the taste of the women of the Yin-Yang Sect.
However, from the heavy dark circles under the eyes of some men and the occasional trembling thighs, it can be seen that their lives are not as easy as imagined.
"No. 9527."
"Here!"
"Go to the No. 3 compartment of Yingchun Palace, the Immortal Lord has called your name."
"Yes!"
Not only at night, in fact, at any time and anywhere, they will be at risk of being taken away for collection and replenishment.
...
When Bai Mo and Mu Ziqing came to Yingchun Palace, they happened to meet No. 9527, who had just been replenished with essence, looked half dead, and fainted on the corridor of the main hall.
The surroundings were decorated with high or low music, which made the hall extremely charming.
Coupled with the light aroma of arousal, it is easy to make people forget everything else.
Mo Fengwu and other women who followed Bai Mo to the Yingchun Hall had their faces flushed involuntarily.
"Come here! Clean up this piece of trash, so as not to pollute the eyes of the distinguished guests." Mu Ziqing saw the man in Yang material uniform collapsed beside a pillar, and his brows could not help but frown.
"Humph, Yang material? If I, Lin Fan, can escape alive, I swear that one day I will destroy your Yin Yang Sect and dig out the hearts, livers, spleens and lungs of you evil women to see how black you are."
Yang material No. 9527 Lin Fan, who was still motionless and pretending to be unconscious, squinted slightly, his eyes were full of flames of hatred, but he carefully hid it.
It was just that he had just been tortured too badly, encountering an immortal master with a tendency to abuse, with a happy fireball and a wire whisk.
After more than an hour of hell torture, not only was his physical strength and essence drained, but his whole body was in so much pain that he couldn't even get up.
If it weren't for a few incense sticks ago, a ghost-like girl suddenly appeared and hung a jade lock on his chest, which continuously passed streams of cool air to Lin Fan's broken body, he would have died on the spot like many predecessors who were ruined by the essence-collecting technique.
It's also magical to say that this ghost girl came and went without a trace. When Lin Fan wanted to find her figure again, there was nothing left except the jade lock hanging around her neck. He only seemed to see the back of a paper crane in the distance.
...
"Yes, Sect Master!" Two strong women with big shoulders and waists and eight feet tall came out in response to the order and walked towards No. 9527, which looked like a puddle of mud.
They were also very familiar with cleaning up the scene. On average, every ten days or half a month, the Immortal Master of Yingchun Hall would have to kill several of the male servants who went in to serve.
Especially some of them played particularly excitingly, and almost every time they had someone die.
According to the rules of the Yin-Yang Sect, if a male servant who was kept in the sect was killed, he would need to pay ten contribution points, which was equivalent to the monthly salary of a Qi-refining cultivator in the sect for half a month...
Immortal cultivators have never taken mortals seriously, and the Yin-Yang Sect is even more so. They are just part of the sect's property.
"A man? Or standing above the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect?" Lin Fan found out this matter with his swollen eyes.
The young man in white undoubtedly had a face that belonged to a man.
Unfortunately, his drowsy brain could not support him to think too much. Lin Fan quickly closed his eyes completely, ready to pretend to be dead, and let the two strong women carry him away.
There is a mass grave near the Yin-Yang Sect, which is specially used to bury various mortals who died in the sect. As long as you can pretend to be dead and deceive the burial, you will have a chance to escape.
…
“Wait.” Bai Mo stopped the two strong women carrying the corpse.
“All listen to the senior.” Mu Ziqing was worried that the two strong women who had lived in a female-dominated environment for a long time would offend the young man in white, so he reminded them.
“Yes, Sect Master.”
“It seems that this is the right person. Put him down.”
When Bai Mo got the Yin-Yang Sect’s Immortal Ascension Order, a mysterious feeling emerged in his heart.
The closer he was to the Yin-Yang Sect, the stronger this feeling became.
After entering the Yin-Yang Sect’s mountain gate, that feeling directed him to the back mountain.
Now Bai Mo, who followed the feeling all the way, finally confirmed the existence of this mysterious feeling.
“Thump.”
“Thump.”
“…”
As Bai Mo approached, Lin Fan’s heart beat wildly to warn him that something extremely dangerous was about to happen.
He had been pretending to be dead, and he felt that he was about to stop pretending.
“The Yin-Yang Lock of the Ancient Immortal?” Bai Mo grabbed the jade lock on Lin Fan’s chest and spent a few breaths to finally confirm the identity of the jade lock.
The Yin-Yang Lock is a magical object that hides itself. It seems to be non-existent under the divine consciousness, and it is easy to deceive the cultivators who have relied on divine consciousness to observe the world for many years.
In Bai Mo's memory, the Ancient Immortal Venerable Luan was also one of his enemies who participated in the siege of the Demon Sun Immortal Venerable in the previous life.
Now his inheritance has appeared in this small Yin-Yang Sect.
"That's my thing!!!"
Seeing that Bai Mo seemed to be taking away the Yin-Yang Lock, Lin Fan could no longer pretend to be dead, because the jade lock seemed to be connected to his body at this time.
Taking away the jade lock is tantamount to digging out his heart.
Especially when Bai Mo's hand touched the jade lock, the cool air flow that originally emerged from the lock and slowly repaired Lin Fan's body suddenly turned into white light, flowing towards Bai Mo's palm.
"Treasure?" The flickering light immediately attracted Mu Ziqing's attention, and greed began to grow in her heart.
Especially when she discovered that the young man who had been unleashing the late-stage pressure of the golden elixir was losing power to the inside of the jade lock...
"The historical text of the second piece?"
Bai Mo, who was in a daze, was putting all his thoughts on the historical text, which contained a lot of extremely important information.
Even Lin Fan, who kept trying to choke his neck with his hands, but was always blocked by the body-protecting spiritual light, could not bring him back to his senses from the historical text.
"...
I don’t know which life you are in.
If there is no wrong conclusion between me in the previous life and me in this life.
I seem to be trapped in a cycle of time and constantly reincarnated.
The Ring of Time is the name I gave this reincarnation seal in my previous life.
Life after life, this world will always allow me to be reborn under the general trend.
And every time I am reborn, I will lose something.
Maybe it's memory, maybe it's power.
After reincarnation enough times.
Maybe ‘I’, Bai Mo, no longer exists.
…”