It's Not Easy Being a Master

Yan Jin's promotion to the Transcendence Tribulation came as expected but was caught off guard.

Shen Zhixian was awakened in the middle of the night by the violent spiritual energy fluctuations, hurriedly put on some clothes, took the elixir and knocked on Yan Jin's door.

Immortal cultivation in this world is divided into thirteen realms, and the sixth stage is a small watershed, which mainly tests whether the practitioner's state of mind is stable.Only by ascending to the sixth level can one be considered to have stepped into the world of cultivating immortals.

Although Shen Zhixian felt that with Yan Jin's aptitude and mentality, it would be easy to advance to a higher level, but he still asked the Fourth Elder for a panacea just in case. Facts have proved that he made the right decision.

After knocking on the door for a while and there was no response, Shen Zhixian secretly felt that something was wrong, so he pushed the door open and entered, but was almost scratched by the aura flying at high speed like a flying knife.

He hurriedly avoided, saw Yan Jin's situation in the room clearly, and couldn't help but gasped.

Yan Jin probably realized the promotion suddenly in her sleep, and she was only wearing an inner jacket, so the situation was not very good.He sat cross-legged on the couch, his body trembling slightly.

As Shen Zhixian approached, he saw that his face was turning blue and white, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he frowned slightly, not daring to disturb him, so he could only sit by the side and protect him.

All living beings have seven emotions and six desires.

And if all kinds of emotions are too much, they will become obsessions and become demons-the sixth-level realm is a threshold that specifically screens out people with unstable moods.

The surrounding aura fluctuated more and more violently, and the rich aura rushed towards him.Yan Jin couldn't resist, so she could only accept it, her face gradually flushed red.

Shen Zhixian secretly cried out that it was not good. With Yan Jin's current state and the size of the sea of ​​spiritual energy in his body, it was impossible to contain so much spiritual energy. If he forced it to be contained, it would only destroy the spiritual root and explode his sea of ​​spiritual energy!

Before he could think about it, he raised his hand and grabbed Yan Jin's wrist, ignoring the fourth elder's advice, and mobilized his spiritual power to block the swarming spiritual energy for him.

It seemed that the aura of the entire peak was gathering here, Shen Zhixian was gasping for breath, a pain appeared in his heart, but he didn't dare to stop - if he stopped at this time, Yan Jin would be engulfed and torn apart by these crazy auras.

His eyes were a little dark, the spiritual power from the outside world was rampaging, and the spiritual energy that could not be contained in Yan Jin's body was also rushing against him, making him almost unbearable.

"Master!" While suffering, Yan Jin suddenly lost her voice, as if she was enduring great pain, her voice was trembling, "Please let this disciple go... Please..."

Shen Zhixian was dazed by the sudden sound, and when he raised his head in surprise, he was enveloped in the overwhelming darkness, and all kinds of sounds instantly filled his ears, chaotic and noisy——

Yan Jin's mood swings were so violent that it affected the aura around him and brought Shen Zhixian's consciousness into his dream.

After the initial darkness, it was completely white, and the voices of people disappeared, replaced by the sound of cold wind.As soon as Shen Zhixian's vision regained clarity, a cloud of snowflakes rushed towards his face.

He hurriedly dodged, and the snowflakes flew past his ears, feeling nothing at all.

Shen Zhixian reacted, knowing that he had entered Yan Jin's dream of being promoted to a higher level - this was probably the source of Yan Jin's inability to move up steadily.

He wanted to find out what Yan Jin was thinking about, so he didn't rush to leave. He looked around, and this was... Siguoya?Yan Jin dreamed of Siguoya?

In Yan Jin's dream, Shen Zhixian was a mass of air, and with a thought, he "walked" lightly towards the peak.

In that shallow small cave, there was indeed a skinny young boy curled up.He was dressed in rags, most of his body was buried by ice and snow, his eyes were half open, his fingers trembled for a long time, but he couldn't condense a trace of spiritual energy—his spiritual root was frostbitten.

Shen Zhixian was stunned, this was different from what he remembered, but it fit the plot of the original book... No, how could Yan Jin have such a dream?

The young boy's face was as pale as porcelain, and he almost merged with Bai Xue.Shen Zhixian felt a little distressed, after all, he was the protagonist he liked, and he was also an apprentice whom he had raised for several years.

He subconsciously wanted to touch the little boy's face, but he couldn't touch anything.However, the young boy seemed to be aware of it, and opened his eyes slightly in his direction, showing a little confused expression.

The scene changed suddenly in the next moment, and Shen Zhixian felt a blur in front of his eyes. The young boy covered in blood fell to the ground, convulsed all over, and raised his head to look at him with difficulty.

"Master..." The young boy begged with a humble and desperate look on his face, "I beg you..."

There were wounds all over his body, cut by the small knife cut by Jian Qi, bloody one after another.He was in extreme pain, and his voice was so hoarse, "Please...please let this disciple go..."

Shen Zhixian was so distressed that his hands were trembling, and he wanted to hug the little boy without thinking, but another person was one step faster than him——

The man in white with an indifferent expression casually passed him a few steps, stood in front of the young boy, looked down at him, and slowly and mercilessly raised the long sword in his hand.

The sharp sword tip rested on one of the few intact skins of the young man, with a light touch, blood beads came out.

Shen Zhixian looked at the other "self" in shock. After lightly picking off the boy's spiritual root, he seemed to lose interest, threw the sword casually, and left indifferently. I didn't pay attention to the conversion to Siguoya - no wonder!

That's it!

All the mysteries were solved in an instant. Why did the young man reject Si Guo Ya so much when he first met him, and even showed hatred in his eyes? It was because Yan Jin was reborn!

Why Yan Jin has such a deep hatred for him, and is still so defensive and alienated after more than three years, it is because, in Yan Jin's eyes, he is the murderer who cut off his spiritual root and killed him in the previous life!

Shen Zhixian regained his consciousness, and he was in a trance for a moment before he came back to his senses. Once he came back to his senses, he saw that Yan Jin was about to lose his grip, so he quickly found a elixir and fed him.

But Yan Jin was very uncooperative, struggling non-stop, avoiding the torment in the dream.Shen Zhixian was almost overwhelmed, and finally fed him the elixir.

Fortunately, I asked the Fourth Elder for a panacea, even if Yan Jin failed to upgrade this time, it wouldn't hurt too much.

The elixir turned into spiritual liquid at the entrance, and it took effect quickly, and the spiritual energy that was rushing around gradually calmed down.Yan Jin's body was still convulsing slightly, but it was evident that she was slowly calming down.

"Master..." Shen Zhixian still hugged him and patted his back gently and slowly as he did when he coaxed little Yan Jin three years ago, and subconsciously said "Huh?"

He thought that Yan Jin had woken up, and when he pulled the person away a little, he realized that Yan Jin's eyes were still closed, and there was a bead of sweat on the long eyelashes.

Shen Zhixian wiped his sweat with his sleeves, didn't say a word, seeing that he stopped trembling, he thought he was fine, and was about to help him to lie down, but he grabbed his sleeve suddenly.

"Master..." Yan Jin quietly opened his eyes, and there was a layer of mist in his dark eyes, a little misty, as if he was still immersed in a dream.He said, "Are you going to kill me?"

Shen Zhixian's heart skipped a beat when he didn't come, and looked down at him, unable to tell whether he was still dreaming or awake.

There was a trace of tiredness and fragility on the young man's handsome face. When he blinked, the mist in his eyes became thicker, as if he was about to fall asleep again, "Master."

Shen Zhixian was in doubt.

The youth said in a young voice: "...It hurts too much, you should kill the disciple with one sword." He gasped, almost whispering, "Just one sword...and it's over..."

The ending sound gradually dissipated, Yan Jin let go of her hands, closed her eyes, and looked like she was about to kill herself, completely defenseless.

His sword lay beside the bed.

Whether it's him or Shen Zhixian, you can touch it as soon as you reach out.

The spiritual energy around Yan Jin gradually calmed down, almost dissipating—this was a sign of failure in the promotion, because Yan Jin couldn't get out of his dream.

Shen Zhixian pursed her lips, reached out to take the long sword, took his hand, gently but forcefully put the hilt in his palm, and exerted a little force to let him hold it firmly.

"Open your eyes."

Yan Jin opened his eyes in a daze.

"Look down."

Yan Jin obediently ordered and moved, looking down at the sword.

Shen Zhixian covered his hand with one hand, holding the hilt of the sword with him, and the scabbard with the other hand, with a little force, the long sword came out of the sheath half a foot, and the light of the Lingling sword brought a little chill.

"Did you see it?" Shen Zhixian said calmly, "I gave you the sword as a teacher, not to coax you. Whoever wants to bully you, just draw the sword."

As soon as the words were finished, the spiritual energy suddenly surged again, and Yan Jin heard clearly that the barrier in the spiritual energy sea that restricted his cultivation was shattered with a bang.