Chapter 47: Obsessed

"If you have an afterlife, don't be a good person anymore!"

After saying this, Xiao Mian, who had come to his senses, was a little surprised that he had such an idea.

Shaking his head, Xiao Mian collected Li Mudao's body and then stored it in an empty cold stone box.

Those stone boxes were obviously made by Li Mudao to store spiritual materials. Not only were they freezing cold to prevent the body from rotting, but they were also engraved with a simple space formation. Although they could not be compared with the Xuan-level treasure ship like Lingchuan, they were still more than enough to hold Li Mudao's body.

But when Li Mudao made these cold stone boxes, he probably never thought that one day he would use them as coffins.

Shaking his head, he cast his eyes towards the place where Li Mudao had sat before. He saw that there was indeed a gurgling cold pond not far away. The cold pond was only a few feet in radius, but it was bottomless.

Xiao Mian came to the edge of the cold pond and didn't feel the slightest bit of coldness. He saw a dark grass floating in the cold pond. Out of curiosity, Xiao Mian reached out to grab the grass to see what the so-called ten thousand year old spiritual grass looked like. But his middle finger nail was completely frozen off as soon as it touched the surface of the cold pond!

Xiao Mian quickly retracted his hand, looking at the bare middle finger of his right hand that didn't feel any pain, and was shocked for a moment.

This cold pond was actually cold and introverted, and the freezing force hurt people.

Looking at the grass that was free in the cold pond at this time, Xiao Mian didn't dare to underestimate it.

"Senior Li said that it took a golden elixir to take out this spiritual grass. It was not entirely because of the spiritual grass's spiritual energy leaking out, but why didn't he remind me to be careful of the cold air in this cold pond?"

Xiao Mian was quite dissatisfied with Li Mudao for not reminding him to be careful of the cold pond, but then he thought about it. Li Mudao was already in a trance at the time, how could he be comprehensive? Besides, you have to walk your own path, how can you rely on others for everything?

If you accidentally die in this cold pond, you can only blame yourself for being too careless.

Thinking of this, Xiao Mian's attention shifted to the Firelight Beast that had fallen into a deep sleep. At this time, the Firelight Beast was completely wrapped in a golden silk cocoon.

It seems that this little guy will not wake up for a while.

After sorting out his thoughts, Xiao Mian had time to think about his own problems.

Since Xiao Mian was led to the Five Elements Sect by Yuanxu seven years ago, his cultivation progress has been controlled by Yuanxu.

According to Yuanxu's plan, Xiao Mian at this time, with the help of a large number of pills, he might have been able to build a foundation.

Unfortunately, things are more difficult. First, it was discovered that Xiao Mian's spiritual root aptitude was too poor, and then the amount of pills had to be increased. As a result, Xiao Mian's body was poisoned, which made his cultivation unable to improve.

This is why Xiao Mian followed Lu Chengfeng down the mountain to train, and all the things that followed.

I just don't know if Yuanxu knew that Xiao Mian's so-called bottleneck was caused by the accumulation of Dan poison, or if he didn't see through it because of his own insufficient cultivation.

In other words, there is a reason why Xiao Mian appeared in this eternal resting place of the Fire Beast Clan today.

"Master! Why are you so good to me? What do you want to do..."

Xiao Mian had asked himself this question more than once when he was in the Five Elements Sect. As he grew older, Xiao Mian became more and more uneasy.

That night in the Mountain God Temple, Xiao Mian was shocked to learn from the scholar that he was carrying Dan poison. Although Li Mudao is dead now, the words he said before his death remain in Xiao Mian's heart.

Should I go back to the Five Elements Sect?

Now it seems that Yuanxu and Lu Chengfeng, the grandfather and grandson, obviously have ulterior motives for me. Even if they are not ill-intentioned, they are definitely hiding something from me. If I go back to the Five Elements Sect, I will be caught in a trap.

But if I don't go back to the Five Elements Sect, where can I go?

Should I become a casual cultivator like Xuan Lang?

How could a casual cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training possibly be the opponent of the third-grade demon snake that killed his parents, which was equivalent to a cultivator in the foundation-building stage?

When Xiao Mian thought of the demon snake that killed his parents, he felt blood rushing up for no reason, but suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

Wait!

If the Yuanxu grandfather and grandson had ulterior motives towards him, how could they tell him the truth?

Seeing that Yuanxu usually sent him elixirs and supplements, and did not let him waste time participating in sect tasks, it was obvious that he wanted him to build his foundation as soon as possible.

From this, it can be seen that what Yuanxu was plotting on him must be related to his foundation-building, so Yuanxu provided convenience for him at all costs.

Then...then is it possible that Yuanxu thought he was practicing too slowly, so he secretly killed his parents, and then put the blame on the false golden flower python, so that he could practice desperately for revenge under hatred?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. In the end, Xiao Mian reached out to hold onto the rock wall of the cave to avoid falling, but cold sweat was already pouring down his back like rain.

No! This is not true!

If the truth of the matter is really like this, then wouldn’t it be because of his existence that his parents died?

No!

Maybe there is another possibility: his parents may not be dead...

Almost subconsciously, Xiao Mian forced himself to believe this guess.

Life and death, right and wrong...

Slowly lowering his body, Xiao Mian sat cross-legged on the cold ground.

He felt his head was a mess, his body was hot and cold, he remembered his father forcing him to read the sage books, and then he remembered his mother sewing winter clothes for him. Finally, a golden python as thick as an adult's waist appeared, raising its huge triangular snake head and rushing towards his parents.

"No--!!!"

A roar resounded through the cave.

Xiao Mian fell backwards, and the back of his head hit the hard rock wall heavily.

The blood was flowing, but Xiao Mian's eyes were dull and he didn't feel anything.

This is the sign of the most feared by cultivators, which is the loss of cultivation at the least, and the loss of life at the worst. It's rare for Xiao Mian to encounter such a strong obsession at the eighth level of Qi training. If Li Mudao was not dead, he would only need to point a finger at Xiao Mian's Yintang acupoint, and then use his own true qi to slowly enter Xiao Mian's body to help him straighten out the true qi running wild in his body, and he could get through the difficult times safely. Unfortunately, Li Mudao was dead, and Xiao Mian could only rely on his own spirit and body to bear the damage caused by the devil.

Just as Xiao Mian's roar resounded through the secret cave, the bottomless abyss under the black boulder, which was the burial place of the Fire Beast Clan, suddenly trembled, as if in response to Xiao Mian's overwhelming hatred, the abyss was rolling with black clouds, the wind was raging, and a huge shadow slowly rose, like a devil from hell.

The shadow quickly flew up, getting smaller as it went up. When it finally broke through the world of dark clouds and wind and rushed onto the platform where the black boulder was, a ray of starlight fell down, and the dim light was projected on the shadow, revealing a piece of black cloth - the shadow from the deepest part of the abyss was just a piece of cloth - a piece of black cloth whose material could not be seen but whose size could be seen!

The one-foot square black cloth floated over Xiao Mian's head and covered him...