Rebirth: I was born into the Golden Elixir Stage

"Where is my apprentice? Where is my apprentice?" The first thing Xian Youran did after waking up was to look for Zhu Wuhen. When he found that there was no trace of Zhu Wuhen in the entire secret room, he almost went crazy.

"I finally found a substitute with a similar physique and spiritual roots to my disciple, but I let him escape! Escaped!" Xianyou regretted it very much. If he had known earlier, he would not have let the chicken kick him.

But speaking of it, what on earth was the origin of that chicken that could make a person like me in the Void Refining Stage fall into coma? Could it be the Heavenly Immortal Realm? No! The Heavenly Immortal Realm should not be here.

Xian Youran thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Finally, he shook his head vigorously and decided to settle the score with Zhu San.

I was careless before, but this time, I have to take care of that child's health.

He rushed out a hole in the mountain, wanting to settle the score with Zhu San, but just as he came out, he ran into Chu Yi and others.

"There is no trace of Zhu Wuhen here anymore." Han Li stepped forward and told Chu Yi about his discovery.

After hearing this, Chu Yi's frown suddenly relaxed, and the huge stone that had been pressing on his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Master!" He stopped Xianyou and confronted him head-on. "Stop!"

"No!" Xian Youran said with disheveled hair, almost crazy, "I will never let go!"

"You promised to give me an apprentice. Are you going to go back on your word?"

"Alas~" Chu Yi sighed softly, "If you really just want to take in an apprentice, I'll give it to you!"

"But you insist on using that disciple as a substitute for Wan Li, and as a tool to revive Wan Li! How can I agree to this?"

"I'll allow you everything else, except this one! No!"

Chu Yi spoke firmly. This sentence was like a mountain pressing down on Xian Youran's shoulders. His face turned ashen and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away immediately.

"I just want that one disciple." There was a hint of crying in his hoarse voice. His beard was gray, one of his eyes was almost gray, his whole body was trembling, and his old hands couldn't help shaking, "I just want that one disciple!"

"Master..." Seeing Xian Youran in such a state of disarray, Chu Yi felt sorry for him, but he really didn't want to see those living people become his master's experimental subjects.

He didn't want to let those innocent children die because of his mistake.

"Don't call me Master!" Xian Youran suddenly went crazy. He grabbed his hair like a madman and shouted, "You unfilial disciple! If you don't want to revive your junior brother, you are not allowed to call me Master!"

"Ancestor, you absolutely cannot do this!"

"What happened in the past wasn't all Junior Brother Chu's fault!"

"That's right, if we have to punish them, we all have to be punished. After all, we were all there that year!"

After hearing this, the people nearby hurriedly tried to stop him. What was the difference between this and expelling Chu Yi from the sect?

Xian Youran didn't listen. He believed that it was all Chu Yi's fault, and he directed all the blame on Chu Yi alone.

"It's you! It's you!" Xian Youran stretched out his wrinkled fingers, his face full of resentment, his tone full of hatred, "You are jealous of your junior brother! That's why you watched him die without helping him, because you wished he would die!"

"Master..." Chu Yi never thought that Xian Youran would actually say such words to him, and he never expected that this matter would be known to his master.

Whenever he thought of Wan Li, that bright face would always come to his mind. He would always run to the mountain where he was and affectionately call him "senior brother".

Wan Li is different from other disciples. He has an outgoing personality, is smart, and his talent for cultivation is comparable to Chu Yi.

Once upon a time, he was always compared with Chu Yi, even worse, he and Chu Yi were listed side by side and were called the twin geniuses of the Liuli Sect.

Wan Li is very outstanding, and his excellence is no less than Chu Yi. However, even though both of them are so outstanding, Xian Youran always prefers Wan Li more.

How could Chu Yi not be jealous? He was just a teenager at that time and always wanted his master to love him more. But every time he saw Wan Li's bright face, he would secretly suppress his jealousy.

As long as everything is fine, Liuli Sect will be fine!

He admitted that he was jealous, but he never took any substantial action or even mentioned it to anyone.

When Xian Youran brought up the old matter again this time, Chu Yi's face froze. Han Li and Liu Yuanming, who were beside him, took a look and immediately understood.

Jealousy is true, but if it hurts people...

Liu Yuanming and Han Li were the first to disagree. Although Liu Yuanming was not present when the incident happened, he believed that Chu Yi was not that kind of person. Not to mention Han Li. If it weren't for him and several other brothers stopping Chu Yi, Chu Yi would have rushed over long ago.

The scene at that time is still vivid in my mind.

If one more person goes in, that would only mean one more person's death. Moreover, Chu Yi was seriously injured at that time and couldn't even hold the sword steadily. If he went in, he would be dead.

Everyone knows how badly Chu Yi was injured, but Xian Youran didn't care about Chu Yi's injuries at all. Instead, he attributed all the death of Wan Li to Chu Yi. How could he not make everyone angry?

Han Li stepped forward first, cursing, "We all know that you are biased, but we didn't expect that you are biased to the extreme. You would rather Chu Yi and Wan Li die together than see Wan Li die alone."

"You are...trying to kill Chu Yi!"

"Yeah!" Chu Yi, Han Li and Liu Yuanming were not the only ones who followed. A group of people followed behind Chu Yi and echoed, "Isn't this going to take Chu Yi's life?"

"This Senior Xian Youran is too biased! After all, they are his disciples. He didn't expect that the other disciple didn't survive, and he didn't want this disciple to survive either!"

"Poor Master Chu Yifeng, how could he follow such a master."

"Don't say that. Although Elder Xian Youran is partial, he was the elder with the best swordsmanship at that time. Otherwise, do you think Master Chu Yi's swordsmanship would be so powerful..."

The voices stopped abruptly, and Chui raised his hand to stop everyone from talking.

Xian Youran saw that Chu Yi and the others were determined to block his way, so he made up his mind and said, "Since you guys won't let me go, don't blame me for being rude!"

"When I have nothing to do, I can blow the wind and rain. I can kill the golden dragon with one sword. Here comes the sword! In white!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a long sword fell from the sky and quickly came to Xian Youran's side.

The people following Chu Yi saw that it was the White Sword, and they couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration! "It's the White Sword! I didn't expect to see Elder Xian take out the White Sword in this lifetime."

"Since Junior Brother Wanli died, Senior Uncle Xian has never taken out the White Sword again! It seems that this time... he really wants to fight Senior Brother Chuyi to the death!"

"Chu Yi!" Han Li couldn't help but frowning when he saw Xian Youran holding the white sword in his hand. He held Chu Yi's sleeve tightly and called his name in a low voice.

"It's okay." Chu Yi never thought that there would be such a day between him and his master. It's impossible for him not to feel heartbroken, but he has been hurt for tens of thousands of years. How cold can his heart be?

He walked forward slowly, leaving everyone else behind.

"Master!"

"If you insist on taking my life, then step over my body!"