"Senior brother, since you mentioned resurrection, I will definitely investigate it." Regarding Shen Yu, Wen Yi must know the truth of the matter. "Do you think I should investigate the danger myself, or do you think you should tell me personally the danger you know about."
Bai Feng put away her casual look and said, "Little junior sister, why do you want to know so much about Prince Ru?"
Because Shen Yu confessed to me!
and.....
Wen Yi asked herself that she didn't hate Shen Yu. Sometimes, her heartbeat would speed up inexplicably when the two of them were alone.
Especially after Shen Yu confessed his feelings, Wen Yi was very afraid of the two of them being alone.
She couldn't help but want to know more about Wen Yichen's life, even trivial daily matters.
Wen Yi smiled slyly, "Because that day I memorized the notes left by Shen Yu in [The Top of the Mountains]. After I switched to ruthless swordsmanship, I very much needed this part of knowledge to enrich myself.
Moreover, knowing Shen Yu's past will allow me to understand his mood more clearly, which will help me understand the true meaning of the ruthless way."
These words are half true and half false.
Bai Feng remembered what they saw in the secret realm, and immediately wrote down the part he recorded and threw it to Wen Yi:
"What you said is not bad. Then I will tell you something about Prince Wen Yiru."
Bai Feng: "The major sects in the world of immortality only recorded the massacre of millions of people in the Sishui Kingdom by Crown Prince Brutal before his ascension, but they did not mention the four divine envoys around Crown Prince Brutal."
"The names of these four people are: National Preceptor Feng Jian Yue, Zuo General Shen Mie, Yue Hua and Fufeng."
The first three Wenyi knew it, but the latter one was very unfamiliar.
At this time, Wen Yi felt the fluctuation of spiritual power, and Shen Yu stood beside Wen Yi at some point.
Wen Yi poured two cups of tea, one for herself and the other beside Shen Yu.
Bai Feng continued: "In order to prevent failure before Prince Li ascended, he made many back-up tools for resurrection. As far as we know, the Qianyuan Sword is one of the containers for resurrection."
Whenever an ancestor in the Mahayana realm ascends, he will definitely make plans for his own failure in ascension, or to take away others, or to be reborn in his own clone.
Trees have dryads, flowers have flower essences, anything containing aura can become an elf if it develops spiritual intelligence, and the same goes for sword spirits.
Wen Yi used her spiritual consciousness to ask Shen Yu, "Is this your plan?"
"No." Shen Yu replied resolutely, "How can a sword be qualified to carry my noble soul?"
Wen Yi: "..."
Very noble indeed.
"Our sect has ancestral teachings. If the ruthless prince shows signs of rebirth, all disciples must not stop him and must go all out to help the prince be reborn." Bai Feng Shen said mysteriously: "This sentence was secretly spoken to the master before his death. Senior sister said it, I was on the sidelines and accidentally heard it."
Accident?
Wen Yi didn't believe it was an accident.
"In the deepest part of the sect, there is a mausoleum dedicated to Prince Ru." Bai Feng's eyes as black as ink rolled around, "However, only the head senior sister can go to that place, and we can't enter."
Wen Yi asked: "Why?"
"There are formations set up by the ancestors inside. If you break into the mausoleum without the leader's seal, you will be cursed and die instantly." Bai Feng gave her a look of disdain that said "Did you pay attention to the class?" "There are several records in the sect's classics. A disciple who did not know whether to live or die broke into the tomb of the violent prince and exploded into pieces of flesh with a 'bang', blood and water sprayed out, and the scene was very cruel."
"I have read the records and also visited them secretly." Bai Feng shook his head and said, "They are all made up to deceive people. No one knows where the prince's mausoleum is."
Wen Yi: "..." She feels that her senior brother is not only very beautiful and has a loose personality, but also likes to seek death.
From Nascent Soul running into the Qingyun Secret Realm to quietly exploring the Prince's Mausoleum, it's really God's mercy that he didn't die.
Moreover, Bai Feng's luck is so good that it explodes.
"In short, the prince is very likely to be resurrected." Bai Feng said seriously: "There was a prophecy that the prince will be resurrected in the sea of blood and will become the salvation at the end of the world of immortality."
Speaking of this prophecy, Bai Feng sneered, "A madman who massacres his own country is the salvation? He's crazy, right?"
Shen Yu's face darkened.
He fired a burst of spiritual power, and Bai Feng felt as if someone pushed him hard from behind, causing him to fall to the ground, whereupon he fell into pieces.
"Shen Yu." Wen Yi looked at Shen Yu.
Shen Yu's stern face was as gloomy as water, "If he wasn't your senior brother and didn't defend you many times, he would be ashes by now."
Even though most of his memories are missing, Shen Yu still tolerates gossip.
Wen Yi bent down and pulled up the third senior brother who was making trouble, "Are you okay?"
There were two bright red nosebleeds hanging on Bai Feng's handsome face. He pinched his nose, his beautiful eyes filled with disbelief, "Little junior sister, I...how did I fall?"
Wen Yi's mouth twitched, "He fell down like that."
"Nosebleed, nosebleed!" Bai Feng screamed and covered Wen Yi's eyes, "Don't look at it! I'm not perfect now! Don't look at it!"
Oops, how can I let my junior sister see how ugly I am?
Hey, luckily only my junior sister saw it, otherwise my reputation would have been lost.
Bai Feng turned into a gust of wind and disappeared into the secret room, looking for a place to tidy up her appearance.
He can accept that he is useless.
But you can’t accept that you are not perfect!
Wen Yi shrugged helplessly, "Shen Yu, Wen Yi, how much of your memory has been restored about the Sishui Kingdom incident."
Thinking that so many people had misunderstandings about Shen Yu, Wen Yi's heart felt like needles pricking her heart, with pain coming and going. She couldn't explain what this feeling was, so she just cared.
"It's not much, my memory tells me that they all deserve to die." The coldness on Shen Yu's face disappeared, replaced by anger and madness. He crushed the teacup and said word by word: "They all deserve to die!"
Biting murderous aura spurted out.
Scarlet blood suddenly seeped out of the clean secret room.
The coffee table, quilt, flaccid, and even the futon with no offensive power were all stained with horrifying murderous aura, transformed into sharp blades, and the overwhelming murderous aura shot straight into the sky.
"Dangdangdang——"
The alarm bell in Lingyun Palace suddenly sounded.
At the same time, a golden light suddenly shined in the secret room, and pieces of paper the size of a palm appeared out of thin air.
Wen Yi glanced warily.
There is endless knowledge on the paper, and Wen Yi's knowledge makes him feel dizzy after just one glance.
The number of papers increased and the entire secret room was quickly filled.
As if imprisoned in the ocean of knowledge, Wen Yi felt a splitting headache. Those papers turned into dense needles and stuck into her mind. She held her head in her hands, her brows furrowed in pain and her legs became weak.
When the thermometer was about to fall to the ground, a hand gently held it in his arms.
"Empty all thoughts." As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yu stomped on the ground.
The coffee table, quilts, soft and lumpy fabrics on the floor, and even the ornaments, etc., turned into extremely aggressive things, cruel and unreasonable, tearing the surrounding things into pieces.